I always have and always will feel and had a kindred love for brothers and sisters of a richer hue,from the never ending harlem renaissance to the works of Schhomburg and Jones to the kids out in Decatur and the suited up FOI selling bean pies for brother Farrakhan.from griots to presidents and ghettos to high rise apartments this is not my experiences just my observations not my place to understand and sympathize but to empathise with a class/group/culture/tradition/and history most fluid and highly regarded by myself and others. Not my life to live but I love who I love and I am a part of this story and an objective observer as well as a student and lover.
