After analyzing the roots of this word, it’s clear that we have failed as a city at reconciliation. At what point do we begin the hard work of genuine, working reconciliation?
Angels of light flew on chariots of steel through the night sky. They reached their unmelonated palms and abominable fingers into the heavens, grabbed a hand full of stars and angrily cast them in jealousy upon the joy filled descendants of Ibraham that dwelled in the District of Greenwood in the diaspora.
Not only did the Black Church give up freedom of speech, but it sacrificed its feet too!