There is a meme, and a general question in the air these days......what radicalized you? It has become a joke, but for some of us, it's a very real question and one we have actually spent time on. I'll gladly share my list from as early back as I can remember. I first want to say how much I appreciate that my parents, local Charlotte radio and my elementary school and junior high school librarians didn't censor me. It was reading James Baldwin, a gay man born in Harlem in the 1920's, before I was even 13. Before I was even old enough to know what all of those qualities might mean. It was not reading Richard Wright and Nikki Giovanni until I took an African American Lit class in my 30's with Dr. Alicia McCollough. It was not until Barack was inaugurated. It was not until Bernie stepped away from the podium for BLM speakers. It was not until George Floyd. It was not until Sonya Massey. It was reading Slaughterhouse-Five at ...
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