Tonight my family is headed to see this.
Philadelphia is the final stop for the Exhibit in the United States and tickets are selling fast. For my NY, DC, Baltimore crew….come down and check it out. I am looking forward to seeing the Boy King and to teaching the elder Taliban a little bit of black history while we Ooooh and Ahhh.
On a side note…I keep hearing the jewelry is fabulous too. Can’t wait to see what our Egyptian Queens were rocking back in the day.
When I think of past civilizations, it draws comparisons to present day times. Our beautiful children seem to have lost hope. They live for today and not for their futures. (Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough).
Are we, as parents, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, mentors and friends doing enough for the generations coming up? I know many people that feel like “it ain’t my problem”. If it’s not a village issue, then what is?
These kids need our help. Black History month is a sham but can we make this a month that we try to instill some knowledge or pride in at least one black child? So many of you are wonderful storytellers, writers, thinkers and dreamers. Can you pass something on?
Today I rode the bus in to work and I was amazed at how lost the kids looked. Lost and unhappy. When kids don’t dream big, they wallow in the here and now. There are infinite possibilities in life. Every day we wake up is another chance we get to get it right. If you lose hope at 12, life will be either long and miserable or short and DONE.
So do 1969 a favor and make your own Black History. Reach out to one of the little knuckleheads. You know you will feel better!