Working closely with Black writers has changed how I understand talent, growth, and the craft itself. The writers who stay committed, apply guidance, and keep writing often reveal that what they needed was already there. It simply needed time, practice, and room to grow.

A headline framed South Carolina State’s program cuts as decline. The fuller story is different. Low-enrollment programs are being phased out while the university expands into cybersecurity, computer engineering, electrical engineering and mechanical engineering. SC State is not shrinking from its future. It is reallocating resources, strengthening academics and building toward where student demand and opportunity are growing.

Most curse words don't come from some evil place. They started plain. They were made 'bad' by whoever got to decide what counted as proper. Most elders in the Black village I grew up in cursed. The grandma, the auntie, the same women who cursed like sailors were often the ones making sure the neighborhood kids' bellies stayed full. In Black culture, cursing has never automatically meant disrespect. It's culture. Yes, culture.

African American cemeteries preserve ancestry, Black history, family stories and community memory. Dominique Holiday explores why protecting them matters.

George Jackson and Mumia Abu-Jamal did some of the most disciplined work of Black liberation from inside a cell, while most of us walk around free and do nothing with it. That inversion should trouble us. If those who gave the most to our liberation gave it while incarcerated, political education cannot be optional for those of us still free.

We live in a digital age. Numbers matter. But when your business is people, it has to be more than numbers. Every person is human. They can’t be seen as a commodity. The revolution and pursuit of justice do need numbers. However, it needs integrity, humility, passion, morals, and ethics. So dear Brother… dear Sister… why are you here?

Never would I have imagined that when I came across the name John P. Perry, I was looking at a name already living in my own bloodline. The name of my great grandmother, the same woman I remembered wearing those beautiful dresses to church, was tied to that very line. The tree wasn't the only thing whose roots were planted in Lincolnville. So were mine, through my great great great grandfather. As my family shared stories and we connected the pieces, it all began to make sen

Henrietta Lacks never knew that cells taken from her body would change modern medicine forever. Taken without her knowledge or consent in 1951, her cells became HeLa, the first immortal human cell line, contributing to breakthroughs from the polio vaccine to cancer research and even space exploration. Jay Renee honors the Black woman behind one of medicine’s most important legacies and asks us to remember her name.

The practice of not splitting the pole has become a subconscious awareness of those around me, and concern for our collective wellbeing. My decision making is never without consideration for all those it may affect. If I'm presented with an obstacle in a path I know my folks will also be taking, I'm quick to alert them. From minor inconveniences to major dangers, to even opportunities, I'm constantly in communication with my people to the best of my ability

Reparations need not be reduced to a check. The Charleston proposal reframes justice through land, 7000 acres tied to culture, stewardship, and generational power. For Gullah Geechee descendants, land is memory, survival, and a foundation for institutions that shape the future.

Trey “Director 80” Smith’s Botanical Series transforms the garden into sacred ground, where color, light, and structure mirror the inner work of healing. Red gates, water, and greenery become symbols of protection, ancestry, unity, and quiet spiritual growth

At just 8 years old, McKenzie Nelson is already a published author. In this interview, Lauren McCaskill speaks with McKenzie and her parents about literacy, creativity, family support, and the power of helping young voices be heard.

Katherine Carson Dandridge’s story reveals the essential work behind Black institutional success. As a pioneering nurse anesthetist at Taborian Hospital, her leadership and service helped sustain a legacy of Black healthcare, community investment, and self-determination.

A sharp reflection on the Black Panther legacy, questioning whether true liberation lies in global solidarity or in a unified, self-determined Black collective rooted in community first.

The rooster once called us to purpose. Now we scroll past our own funerals. Black elders built structure then chose silence. Our youth inherited the absence.

“Are we ok? Why are we so mad at each other?” The world already does enough damage we cannot afford to do it to each other. Heal give grace check yourself. Black Girl Magic is unity love power. “I have my Sister’s back.” — Jay Rene

“Because I love you, I get the least of you.” A truth that cuts deep. Love strained by survival leaves those closest to us with fragments instead of fullness. What would change if we gave our best to each other?

Brotherhood is not what we post it is what we practice. Real bonds show up in quiet moments through accountability mentorship and presence when no one is watching. The question remains are we building with each other or just performing unity

Pan Hoodism begins where we live. Before we speak of saving nations, we must organize our blocks. Real power is built in the hood through unity, security, youth inclusion, and economic control. Hope Out Of Despair starts at home.

In a world that demands constant performance, stillness becomes sacred. Not inactivity, but intentional silence that restores power, heals memory, and reconnects spirit. Our ancestors survived not only through resistance, but through prayer, ritual, and quiet communion. In that silence, identity is remembered, strength is gathered, and something deeper than noise begins to speak.