Presented with the choice of trusting their fate to the British or the architects of America’s Jim Crow South, at least one Caribbean chooses the former for those he left behind in Barbados. Funny, my mother always portrayed my dad as being a staunchly proud naturalized American. I took that to mean he was uncritical. Not so, apparently.
The New York Age, October 14, 1933
Haven’t found out much about George Harris, but it is interesting the a “newspaper man” would be running for office. It’s clear Ebenezer didn’t think much of Harris. He suggests that he looks like a bulldog, that he is being used by his white predecessor to attempt to “jar the wheels off Negro progress.” In previous columns he urged readers to vote for Harris’ opponent Fred Moore, who I recently discovered was also a newspaper man – the editor of of the New York Age. So not only are two newspapermen running for office, but my dad is endorsing the man who essentially signs his paycheck! Even after Moore prevailed, Ebenezer saw fit to kick Harris one more time.
The New York Age, September 30, 1933
The New York Age, September 23, 1933
Now I know where my wanderlust comes from. I agree – Travel is education. But a boat trip from New York to Port Arthur, Texas? I hope I will find out more.
The New York Age, September 16, 1933
The New York Age, July 1, 1933
The New York age, July 1, 1933
I confess. I am under the spell of Riley, Warrior Princess. I wait with bated breath for the next time I can get to see her don an invisibility cloak, disappear under a press conference table, then reappear, headband gone, ready for her next conquest. I, like the rest of the world, watch as […]
From the moment she was born, my daughter, Zuri Adele, talked with her eyes. They took in everything, registered centuries of wisdom, expressed a range of emotion she could not logically understand. I remember watching her at a birthday party with a group of kids she didn’t know well. They were taking turns acting out […]
On his 36th birthday, my father marked the occasion with a column that riffed on the Royal Family and more.
My sister Malaya Rucker-Oparabea, a dancer and storyteller, and her son, actor, producer and entrepreneur Lamman Rucker, have devoted their lives to their art. On Sunday, May 15, they talked about their relationship on an online radio program “Phenomenal Saging Mothers.”
“Pioneering did not frighten me. I was accustomed to studying and living with white teachers at Spelman and to reaching for high standards in all areas.”
