“There’s a sucker born every minute.” – P.T. Barnum Once again people-of-color (POC) are at a precipice. Like lemmings staring down into the abyss, the overwhelming majority of mixed race, brown and black people are prepared to jump and drown themselves in a sea of election rhetoric, lies, and deceit.
Harmony, contemplation and stillness are more potent and greater than the animated, deafening and self-serving language and cacophony that surrounds us.
There’s an arroyo that cuts through the sands of time just southeast of Tucson, Arizona. Unlike other gorged desert paths in the region, it runs uncommonly straight. In its wake lies a littered trail of uprooted impediments, incapable of withstanding the force of monsoon downpours that pushed them to the wayside.