Well to be absolutely factual, I might, maybe even probably, would have lived. Everyone on that part of the bridge at that moment did not die. One man who was driving a truck layed down on the floor as the roof of his truck crushed towards him. He lived. But […]
I love bookstores. On more than one occasion I have said, by way of introduction, “My name is devorah and I am a bookaholic.” I love independent bookstores that have core values and intriguing book offerings. Bookstores, independent bookstores are a bastion of free speech, free thinking. That is why […]
Once again 9/11. 9/11 the anniversary of Allende’s government being overthrown in Chile as part of a CIA planned coup. 9/11 the day the World Trade Center falls and Pentagon terrorist actions. And if the hundreds of engineers who say the buildings could not have gone down because of a fire […]
Of course, there were always hurricanes. Saharan winds astir with West Atlantic seas traveled west crossing the Atlantic. But there are those who say the character has changed since the days of American slavers. African storms, born on African shores now cross the Atlantic gaining strength and bearing down on […]
When on his way to the OAU my father received the suggestion to do a story about the breaking down of the East African community. This meant going to Tanzania and Kenya. Uganda was chaotic at the time and not accessible. My father left Gabon for Kenya to begin the […]
My father made multiple trips to the African continent traveling north, east, south, and west. His first trip was to Algeria and Morocco. His second trip started in Gabon in 1977. He was there for the conference of the Organization for African Unity (OAU). That part of the trip did […]
My mouth is full of porcupine needles. I pull them out one at a time. There is so much to say and nothing more to say about the virulent public rise of Neo-Nazis, KKK and other White Supremacists Americans. It is not just the horrors of Charlottesville or the impressive […]
When I was a child when I thought of Africa I was pretty steeped in racist clichés . I had seen endless pictures of nearly naked Africans dancing around gigantic cast iron pots with trembling white missionaries cooking inside. I knew nothing of Benin Bronzes or Zimbabwe Ruins / I […]
I am a very private person. I rarely go on Facebook with the happenings in my life. I especially don’t brag about my blessings. I live in what can only be called an embarrassment of riches, my mate, my children and grandchildren, all of my family extending out, my writing […]
The story below is one of those stories that my father intermittently told my brother and I while we were growing up. We loved the idea of gangs as protectors, of clubs organized around mutual survival, and I loved the idea that feuding factions could find common cause and move forward. […]
