I desired to uplift our youth in my Black community. The Peterson’s Projection map, Shabaka Stone image and other supplies I had on my list, yet I was eager to begin. A woman of means having raised two sons; the youngest in grad school studying to be a physician assistant and my eldest a truck driver, loving father to two beautiful daughters. I knew the withal was within me to live my dream of instilling the legacy of our “complete” history into the youth and also give them a listening ear to their weekly endured microaggressions at public schools.
I began where I was.