I swung by my father's house today. Ever busy, he was painting the awning on his patio. Inside, Abenaa was working with a friend on her plans to start a charter school. As usual, he had me fix some mumbling thing on his computer but this time I didn't grumble about it. Also, I find that he purchased a brand new Dell laptop with a huge screen. He has no idea how it works. 
It is also my habit when visiting Pops to consider the mass and magnitude of literary and photographic materials I will inherit someday. This time, however, and probably for the first time, I felt overwhelmed by the prospect. So I took the unusual step of liberating some materials from his shelf, in this case about two dozen issues of Negro Digest.
He recieved these and God only knows how many other correspondances through his Institute for Black Studies. As I paged through these particular publications, it reminded me how little a great deal of thinking has changed. It's difficult to say how well understood or how powerful the ideas of the time were. What's clear to me, in any case, is how little the dialog has changed from the abstracts on the back covers of these magazines.
I'd like to share with you some of the covers and perhaps some of the content of these dilapidating volumes. I've decided to do so under this category of Wellington House in representation of a black past. These first two are irresistable.
Recent Comments