May we all have the disease called freedom. I hope we never get cured. I dream we all have it one day.
All I hear is screams and moans. The streets rattled like bass drums, bodies falling to a genocide beat.
In the beginning, there were tears. They came like thieves in the night and just as thick. It is raining, but I expected the sun …
America continues to burn. This administration continues to lie. The far-right is hell bent on painting protest as villains. The liberal media wants to put us to sleep.
On Op-Ed by S.M.Love for Black House News. A nation grieves as it burns. The ashes from the west have carried over to the east. Death and deception remain at the core of everyone’s minds.
As the police formed back up, getting ready for another attack, a young man raises his fist. You can hear the voices protesters from behind still chanting
The week continued with a rollercoaster of emotions. After a week of protest, it is clear the protest will continue, and the community is committed to becoming stronger than ever.
The nature of sunlight is one of revolution.
Black August began with the nation in the streets.
I know of no color that has truth in hue. Yet, to say we deserve life, or that our life matters is a lie?