She stood there, watching what was left of the house, burning. There were no tears. No sorrow. All she felt was calmness. It was finally over. If those walls which have been reduced to burning embers could talk, the unspeakable horrors of what transpired in that house would make anyone’s skin crawl and fill even… Read More Liberated
A grainy photo of a child, a beloved grandmother. Survivor of the Holocaust. Deceased. God spared her from witnessing the hatred that has gripped the nation– the country that she had called home for so many years. It was the same kind of hate which had invaded, occupied her country and imprisoned her and over 400,000 Jews in the… Read More The Great Divide
As she read the two volume autobiography of Olaudah Equiano, she was reminded of how fortunate she was. She was a black, educated woman who was able to go to the university of her choice and become what she had always dreamed of. She and her parents left the West Indies for a better life in America. Her… Read More Shackles
Notes to Women 