Heritage and Vision

Heritage and Vision
Where there is no vision the people perish
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September 25, 2009
FINAL ARTICLE IN THIS SERIES He used to walk this mile much faster, with strong, purposeful strides; but he could never outrun time and now, tired fro...
Heritage and Vision
The Rise and Rise of Women
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September 18, 2009
My fading footprints begin right here... at this sculpted figurine. This aging statue... child perched on her breasts to suckle the substance of her t...
Heritage and Vision
Our Heritage: A Better Life – Part Two
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September 11, 2009
I was pregnant, trembling and standing before a judge. As he called my name again I struggled to separate my identity from the bitter struggles of the...
Heritage and Vision
Our Heritage: A Better Life – Part One
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September 4, 2009
I was pregnant, trembling and standing before a judge. I had always considered myself to be an honest, upstanding citizen... yet there I was in a Unit...
Heritage and Vision
Heritage, Vision and an Akan Proverb
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August 28, 2009
The voice was old, cracked and interrupted by breathless pauses. “They tried to scream,” he said... his vacant stare was fixed on the rusty-brown ...
Heritage and Vision
Daddy’s little slave boy
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August 21, 2009
“Mammy!” His voice echoed around the sleeping plantation. The cry was followed by hoarse sobs and joined by the desperate pleas of his mother who ...
Heritage and Vision
Why am I doing this?
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August 14, 2009
The weapon was poised, held high in the air by the chanting-induced trance of fierce rage... Weju, named after the sun because of the brightness of th...
Heritage and Vision
Dream of the silent Ciboney girl
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August 7, 2009
The dawn came... finally... she suddenly became aware. She was awake before; but not aware... of the water source that gurgled a few yards away from t...
Heritage and Vision
Chatoyer – Trapped in a history book
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July 31, 2009
He rose with the grace of innate regality and faced the innocence of the new morning. Air, purified by sea salt spray, shrouded his strong body, perme...