The Archive
57 Stories
James Brown Taught Me to Be Black and Proud
Growing Up In Atlanta Taught Me That Justice Is Our Responsibility
How Growing Up In Rural Georgia Taught Me The Power Of Community
My Mother Helped Integrate Decatur’s Schools. I Was Among the First Students.
My Parents Taught Me That Voting Wasn’t Optional
We Integrated an All-White School. Then We Were Evicted.
I Can’t Remember a Time I Wasn’t Proud to Be Black
I Watched Atlanta Police Kill an Unarmed Black Man in 1966. It Changed My Life.
I Was the First Black Graduate of UGA, and I Was Treated Like a Trespasser
We Desegregated a New Orleans School Before Ruby Bridges. History Forgot Us.
I Witnessed the ‘Whites Only’ Signs Come Down. Then I Saw What Replaced Them.
My Sit-Down With MLK’s Father in 1968 Sparked My Passion to Feed Atlanta’s Homeless
I Was Michael Jackson’s First Music Teacher. I Knew Right Away.
I’ve Trained More Than 3,000 Black Belts. At 80, I’m Still Teaching.
