I’m from Oakland too, and I’m totally feeling this post. “the same old danger/but a brand new pleasure”… I can remember a few instances when I’ve felt that way too: walking home late at night from the bus stop after work… the boys in the hood had my back 🙂
I can really relate to your post. I think that one of the things that really gets lost in the public discussion of Black men and African American communities is the way that Black people take care of each other. There is so much emphasis on Black-on-Black crime, and so little on Black-on-Black solidarity, care-taking, and protection.
I’m from Oakland too, and I’m totally feeling this post. “the same old danger/but a brand new pleasure”… I can remember a few instances when I’ve felt that way too: walking home late at night from the bus stop after work… the boys in the hood had my back 🙂
I can really relate to your post. I think that one of the things that really gets lost in the public discussion of Black men and African American communities is the way that Black people take care of each other. There is so much emphasis on Black-on-Black crime, and so little on Black-on-Black solidarity, care-taking, and protection.