The Grand Wizard Said…

The Slave Catcher still promises, “I [patroller’s name], do swear, that I will as searcher for guns, swords, and other weapons among the slaves in my district, faithfully, and as privately as I can, discharge the trust reposed in me as the law directs, to the best of my power. So help me, God.”

When Children Die

I knew a God that healed the sick, caused the lame to walk, a God that used a child's lunch to feed 5000, and made blinded eyes see – my measure of faith was a child like faith.

My Mantle is My Weapon

The enemy revealed my gift and my purpose. There is no story without Judas. I was stirred by righteous anger. Provoked into purpose. Injustice fueled my prayers. Prisoners turned into slaves. The blood of the murdered caused tears to soak my pillow. I prayed for oil of joy for those that were mourning. Healing for …

The White Child Solider

The ‘Camouflaged Solider’ has privilege…he can chill…with his friends anywhere …the ‘Government Soldiers’ don’t profile their-own. But, a ‘Black Kid’ in a hoodie coming home from the store…with no weapon…he’s a danger. All the while, the ‘Camouflaged Solider’ is at target practice ‘standing his ground.’ His gun is a rite of passage.