Doesn’t it seem ridiculous that our collective mood should rise and fall based on what this guy says in his speech? Tonight, the armies of compassion continue the march to a new day in the Gulf Coast. America honors the strength and resilience of the people of this region. We reaffirm our pledge to help [...]
If only he’d stopped with his prepared remarks — “and justice for all!” But no… He had to go off script at the end. All I could think about was how this speech would play to the nation, if indeed this gets any national media attention. Up until the end I thought it probably played [...]
It is truly humbling to serve as a vessel for community outrage. The speech I gave Thursday — that wasn’t me. That was y’all. I was just channeling. I had a double duty that weighed heavily on me. I spoke on behalf of the Mid-City Neighborhood Organization, and also as a friend of Helen Hill‘s. [...]
I’m speaking at today’s march for five minutes, a task for which I feel utterly inadequate. I’ve been trying to collect my thoughts. Here’s what I’m planning to say: Helen Hill was a close personal friend of mine, and her murder affected me deeply. Helen’s funeral took place yesterday in South Carolina, and today we’re [...]
Living, working, loving, playing in the great, tragic city of New Orleans. My hood: Mid-City. This is my personal blog which features all the joys and sorrows and random musings that comprise the story of my life.
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