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.”
It’s not over.What we witnessed was not a finish line it was a signal. Even with the wins in NY, NJ, VA, and WI, the machinery of government is locked in shutdown and power is again perched on a throne of retaliation. Trump remains in the chair, not by the
Because everyone’s suddenly got a degree in post-mortem politics, and Van Jones’ “Mamdani switch” headline has become the latest echo of distraction, I figured I’d lend another look.Let’s unwind the hype for a moment New Yorkers will be New Yorkers, and Virginians will now have their first female Democratic governor.Perspective
Originally written January 15, 2013 – restored September 2025 Rambling somewhere in the echo chambers of my head is a maelstrom of thought responses on how the Internet gives me a voice. Before I became an indulgent convert to the realm of internet technology its profuse envelopment of all my
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
Opening Reflection Dammit!!There comes a time when silence feels like betrayal and laughter turns to disbelief. The last thread of common sense is unraveling in public view a $300-million ballroom carved into the East Wing while federal workers wait for paychecks that politics has taken hostage. And now, with one
There is a fine line between truth and its staging. We live in an era where newsrooms, influencers, and digital oracles perform as rival choirs, each singing its own hymn of righteousness. Depending on where we listen, we are either saved or condemned by our political preferences. And so, when
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
I learned to love the artistry of words and the English language sitting at my school desks, basking in my Caribbean island birthplace Trinidad and Tobago teachers insisting that we compose, comprehend, analyze, and précis until thinking became muscle memory. At home, my mother rich in Shakespeare could turn even a scolding into
In its simplicity, the spectacle was so profound. At a high school football game, just off the edge of a basketball court, I stood entranced by a ballooned vertical figure — a Tall Boy. These inflatable stickmen, now familiar fixtures at dealerships, markets, and street corners, flail and bend in the
Written By Grace C. Walker