The Archive
57 Stories
Why I Believe Music Can Elevate The Spirit
My Life Is A Walking Art Gallery
Growing Up In Atlanta Taught Me That Justice Is Our Responsibility
How Growing Up In Rural Georgia Taught Me The Power Of Community
Black Health Is About More Than Medicine
Learning About The Black Panthers Changed How I Saw Liberation
The Day I Escaped A Klan Rally At Stone Mountain
The Black Seniors Who Remember Atlanta Before the Stadiums
I Organized a Gas Station Boycott Because Racism Should Cost You Customers
My Father Built Atlanta’s First Black History Museum. Now I Lead It.
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
I Spent 30 Years on the Bench in Atlanta, and Saw What Happens When You Give People a Different Path
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
Once We Had the Same Resources as White Students, Everything Changed
