The saplings of the strange fruit trees are now maturing in Evanston, these saplings have been nurtured in the secret gardens of north Evanston for longer than anyone cares to remember by those who believe…
Author: Tracey Wallace
This Is What Hypocrisy Looks Like
We will not stand for removal of statues of our great confederate heroes, changing the names of schools named after our historical Southern leaders, and lose our right to display and preserve our cultural heritage…
Writing
writ·ing/ˈrīdiNG/ the activity or skill of marking coherent words on paper and composing text. the activity or occupation of composing text for publication. Writing is a medium of human communication that involves the representation of…
I’m not a writer, nor do I play one on TV
So, what’s this all about? Expression. The opportunity to share my perspective, feelings, and stories I’d like to put out into the universe. Black is my lens, something in recent years I’ve come to appreciate…
Can You Imagine Doobie In Your Funk?
Last night I went to the George Clinton Concert at Temperance Brewing Co. hosted by Outer Space in Evanston. At 80, George still brings the funk! Or deeper still, the p-funk, uncut funk, the bomb.…
Good Trouble
This week the House (strictly along party lines) passed the John Lewis Voting Rights Advancement Act (HR 4). In essence, this legislation was introduced to counteract more than 30 new laws in 18 states, which…
Confederacy in Evanston
Thoughts on the confederate flag at Lighthouse Beach What happened to the liberal diversity embracing white Evanstonians on the beach that day? This speaks to what is often ignored as an aspect of white privilege,…
Who Will Write the History?
To the victor goes the spoils, a phrase we are all familiar with. Simply put, the winner of any contest, struggle, or battle, gets all the prizes, rewards, and bonuses associated with the win. But,…
Encounter
This morning I had an encounter that had a profound impact on me, I as at the gas station on Asbury and Oakton getting gas about 6:15am. As I was pumping gas I caught a…
My Hero
I had an opportunity to collect my thoughts and memories of my dad over the last few days of his life, sometimes you never get to truly express how you feel about the people you…