05/11/2026
Sunday was Internatioal Day of Remeberence for Trafficking, Slavery & Abolition.
Sunday was Mother’s Day…
…My Mom is the legacy of what America promised, stole, ruined and ruins. She is the fighter for Civil Rights we read about or watch on screens. She is the boot strap owner, who understands it takes a village. She is the night school co-ed. She is the lost school days because of the movement to fight segregation. She is result of Civil Rights successes while being reminded that the spectre remains.
She is legend.
She is from a family line of Black Americans — stolen from Gambia in the 1840s — who fight & fought to beckon the promise of Democracy. We know the lie is killing Black people, enslaving Africans and destroying people not White. Punishing those poor & working class of all backgrounds.
Now, my mom is a witness to the dismantling of all the work that could have killed her; a witness to removal of gains being labeled a crimes.
This hurts.
Mrs. Allen is watching the enemies, from her HS days, evil-phoenix back into power. Fire and flames are being used to burn away remedies; the rule of law; and, the slope us into authoritarianism.
All the strategy in my head goes back to my mom (and dad): Build a community you can trust and battle for. Be good. Be educated. Be willing to fight. And don’t become the harm.
Happy Momma Day to all the moms — no matter how it is defined. Happy Mom Day to my hero. No her, no singing. No her, no superhero dad. No her, no understanding of my place in the Palmer Lineage.
Palmers (Leas and Wallers), we fight evil & oppression.
We have since 1767.
We don’t Toby.
