In a region that styles itself a “Zone of Peace,” the Caribbean now wakes up to videos of boats being blown out of the water – grainy clips edited like a video game, pushed for ratings on cable news and fed into the endless scroll of social media. In one of those
This is not a confession box, and forgiveness is not some instant redemption granted by public tears and carefully timed apologies. The internet doesn’t do absolution on demand. It does receipts. And those receipts don’t fade just because the polls do. Here is the story of Marjorie Taylor Greene as it
Even on the days when I try—genuinely try—to soften my contempt for the vile disregard shown to the American people by an Administration with no shame in its debauchery, the universe reminds me why my temperance fails. I tell myself: Grace, write lighter today. Dance. Sing. Share a happy distraction. And then
It is maddening truly maddening that in a moment when U.S. war-mongering is inching into Caribbean waters, when global powers are shifting pieces on the geopolitical chessboard, we are once again seduced by distraction. The shadow of Trump–Epstein, the moral rot that trails behind it, the devolving state of public
AMERICA TEK A WIN.Oh, not me not a lone voice making triumphant noises and even quoting biblical at that.Oh yea! The soul of the nation America is fired up.We the People are mighty when we resist and unite. “For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.”
I am but a voice in the wind. I’m not even sure more than a handful of people read these notes I leave behind, but I write them anyway because silence is the easier lie. I am a Caribbean-born American citizen, arrived here in 1973. I have been the government
Grace Notes in Context an editorial of gratitude and resolveAgainst the noise, the doers keep the Republic breathing. There are days when the air itself feels thick with indignation when maudlin speeches, despotic threats, and unwelcome agendas flood our screens, and every headline seems to whisper: beware. I’ve fumed, yes. I’ve
We experience life in moments. When we recall a moment that stirs our sensitivity emotional, circumstantial, or even accidental we are forced to belly the thoughts that surface. For me, they rarely stay buried. They rise again, regurgitated through the rhetoric of my words on paper. The Chat Leaks instigated
I didn’t just write this because I could. Anyone can copy and paste when the right words start circulating. I wrote this because we our WhatsApp threads, our wise friends, our small communities of curious minds are the voices of disruption and clarification. A colleague I deeply respect sent me the
There are moments in history when the air itself feels heavy with meaning when every headline, every court filing, every televised word seems to echo the same unspoken truth: we are being tested. Since inauguration day, we have been holding our breath. The noise has turned to thunder lawsuits choking
Written By Grace C. Walker