Anyone who knows me well knows that I have always had a passion for improving relations between people of different ethnic backgrounds. Among my earliest memories take me to a time when I asked my mama where my daddy was. I was a toddler and my father was a pastor. I naturally wondered why he was gone so much. Mama told me he was out “calling” on families. One time she added that Daddy was calling on people who had dark brown skin. That was the first time I knew this group of people even existed, but I also knew that they were important or Daddy wouldn’t be going to visit them. I remember looking out the car windows for dark skinned people hoping to see one when we went for a ride. Continue reading “Black lives DO matter, right?”
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