Black History Month Series, Poetry

Black Thoughts I Be

Blue skies topple As clouds shift into shadow hunters, Robing the sun’s reflection of the blood moon. Winds breath a stale stench of Deferred Dreams. As fog lingers in the arms of natures weave, Senescence slowly envelope youth as a snail dries out. Fleeting sanity into nothingness up empty pages. Wandering. Purposely seeking freedom in a hegemonical country Built on…

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Black History Month Series

Freedom’s Journal, The United State’s First Black Owned Newspaper

Representation is an important aspect of the society that one is apart of. If a person within a society does feels misrepresented, it’s their duty to offer an alternative form of representation for themselves and others like them. Prior to the 17th century there were no Black news outlets in the United States. Meaning that although there were millions of…

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The Preservation of Seattle’s Black History- Shelf Life Project – Documentation of Gentrification

Yesterday the Apple Promenade building was torn down, when I initially saw the video my heart dropped. Although I knew that the day was coming, this was the day that the project had been preparing for that initially inspired activists to collect stories, even then I couldn’t help but be surprised as the concrete was destroyed to make room for…

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African Americans in Times of War- Black Slave and Medical Pioneer 

This year’s theme for Black History Month is “African Americans in Times of War”. The nation is called to reflect on Blacks contribution to American war on the 100th anniversary of World War 1 (WW1). WW1 was fought in 1914 after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The assassination was blamed on the Serbian government…

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The African Resistance to the Slave Trade, Never Rejected but History Deflected

Black History Month Series Why Do this This is my second year of Sawari’s Black History Month series. The series includes daily articles, poems and other forms of writing art recognizing Black history. I like to take advantage of these few weeks in the year as a time of education and reflection. Being very intentional in learning about different elements…

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Black History Month Series

The Pursuit of Black Excellence Never Ends

With February’s end, I fear the end of our pursuit of the knowledge, characters and milestones within our culture. During February we embrace the opportunity to bask in our history, posting the stories of our leaders and sharing the legacies of our ancestors across countless platforms. Whether that be through social media like twitter tributes or Facebook statuses; or even…

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Black History Month Series

H.B.C.U’d Better Think Twice

Why go to an HBCU? During the time that I’ve been researching and writing for the Black History Month series I’ve started to think more seriously about graduate school. After receiving my bachelors degree from the University of Washington I thought about graduate school but opted to focus on my salon to allow me the flexibility of writing and attending…

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Black History Month Series

My Grandmommy, My Cherished Treasure

For the past few days of the Black History Month series I’ve focused on the lives of my grandparents. Beginning with my father’s mother, Johnnie Lou Gaudy Carithers, who was the first African American hired in the state capital as a secretary and my mother’s father Eugene “Sweets” Wilson, who established his own hair salon “Eugene of Detroit Hair Designers”…

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Black History Month Series

My Black History: Grandaddy Deacon Eugene “Sweets” Wilson

On this last week of the Black History Month series, I’ve been focusing on the accomplishments of those in my family tree. Yesterday I reflected on the life and legacy of my father’s mother. The experience was enlightening, learning about her accomplishments gave me a unique sense of pride. I never met my father’s mother, as she passed a few…

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