Justice-personal journal

One of my grandfather’s brothers went missing after supposedly whistling at a White woman and no one in my dad’s side of the family have seen him since. My Dad (69 years old and still kicking!) said he was named after him. If 1000+ looters is enough to convince you to discredit well over 1,000,000Continue reading “Justice-personal journal”


“Giv’em Hell for me, Brother,” chokes Maverick. His once ivory teeth becomes a crimson red as each inhale and exhale quickens faster than the rage of musket balls flying past our heads. We grip our hands as tight as we can around each other’s forearms as we did on the day we first met duringContinue reading “Maverick”