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Category Archives: Race
Having the Last Laugh with Roseanne
“Roseanne” brought back these memories–a time and a place where I and my loved ones were deemed lesser than simply due to our Blackness; a time when we were the joke; and a time when it was accepted or ignored due to the lack of vocalization. Continue reading
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Exiling Tribesmen Who Possess No Moral Compass
The important item is to understand where exactly you stand on issues and circle yourself with those individuals who will help promote your mental and spiritual well being, not try to damage it. . . Continue reading
Posted in Inspiration, Race, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged adulthood, drug abuse, growing up, life, obstacles
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Panzer Man
New poem by Stephen Earley Jordan II 1/31/2017. Continue reading
Post-Election Thoughts: The hate that hate produced
We are a country that shames other countries for cutting off hands if you steal; but we give a 3-month jail sentence to a rapist. We are a country that considers religious headwraps as suppression of women, yet we praised a man’s behavior toward his gestures toward woman as “locker room talk”. Continue reading
Living in Fear: What will change America’s view on law enforcement’s treatment of Blacks
America is also intimidated by Black males. Unless we are smiling, tapdancing around, and constantly making jokes. We are deemed an angry defensive threat. Continue reading
Posted in Class, Gender, Race, Uncategorized
Tagged #handsupdontshoot, don't shoot, hands up, jamaica queens, michael brown, mike brown, murder, nypd, pigs, race relations, Sean Bell, sistah souljah
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#StupidQuestionsWhitePeopleAsk
Do not mistake our dislike of a system created to suppress us as angry about life. Do not mistake our bluntness with words as being rude, it’s simply not sugar coated. Do not mistake a dashiki, an afro, or even a license to carry a concealed weapon as militant–we just want to be free. Continue reading
The Park of Dogs
In the park of dogs, I was told that I should be thankful that I didn’t have to work with them (the Puerto Ricans) and supported their beliefs by saying that “those people” were lazy, take too many vacation days, come into work late (or leave too early), and how the system here is so broken and dates back so many generations that no one sees it as wrong. Continue reading
Posted in Class, Life in Puerto Rico, Race, Uncategorized
Tagged condado, dogs, pets, Puerto Rico, racism, san juan, sato
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