Repost: How African-American Chefs Are Revitalizing the Baltimore Food Scene


Shalonda Berry, Executive Sous Chef at the Hotel Revival

The city of Baltimore has been through a lot—it has received a reputation for violent crime over the past few decades, and has been the center of a battle against police brutality since the death of Freddie Gray in 2015. But amidst the civil unrest, Baltimore residents have been working to sway the city’s rough image to that of a place filled with opportunity: Within the past couple years, the restaurant scene in particular has grown significantly, and Baltimore has given birth to a food scene to rival New York, Boston, and its other east-coast neighbors. Local Baltimore chefs are taking advantage of the new scene, and many who left the city for opportunities elsewhere have returned to their hometown to grow their ideas into new businesses.

The food industry has its barriers when it comes to black entrepreneurs running their own restaurants or taking on top positions. “The biggest barrier is policy,” says Kendrick Tilghman, President of the Greater Baltimore Black Chamber of Commerce. “If there was policy in place, the state that would change the trajectory of small businesses and how they scale.” It is the reason why initiatives like Eat Black Baltimore are important to exposing Black chefs on the rise. “There is a great network of African-American chefs [in Baltimore]. We [want] to highlight chefs that need more exposure and build more relationships to expand their business.” says Tilghman. We spoke with five African-American chefs in Baltimore right now—from chef David Thomas redefining modern soul food at Ida B.’s Table to chef Jasmine Norton introducing the community to something a little different at the Urban Oyster—to see how they’re using their talents to flourish in their city.

In the hospitality industry, cooks work tirelessly for the role of a top chef, and minority representation is hard to come by. But at Hotel Revival, in Baltimore’s Mount Vernon neighborhood, Shalonda Berry (pictured above) runs the show—at Topside, the hotel’s chic rooftop restaurant, and at Square Meal, their farm-to-table eatery. Barry worked in Chicago, her hometown, for a while, before moving to New Orleans, where she spent nine years as a pastry chef. She started making a shift to the savory side, creating fusion dishes from the various cuisines she enjoyed cooking, and ultimately found a home in Baltimore as the executive sous chef at the Hotel Revival. She represents a shift in the industry, where more women of color like Berry are claiming top-level positions in the kitchen. For her, it was about showcasing a range of foods with a variety of flavors that go beyond soul food. The menus at Topside and Square Meal are a reflection of her love for foods with global influences, including dishes such as curried butter cauliflower and ceviche with house-made potato chips.


For Jasmine Norton, shucking your own oysters is a rite of passage. It brings up fond memories of her and her father sharing a unique bond over food that wasn’t quite popular among the rest of her family. Inspired by other cities and festivals like Smorgasburg in Brooklyn, NY, Norton was determined to bring those hip, innovative concepts with her. When it came time for her to build a place of her own, she wanted it to be dedicated to her first love—oysters. “When I was younger that was our [my dad’s and my] way of bonding,” Norton says. “He taught me how to shuck [my first oyster]. When I think of seafood or oysters, I think of fellowship. It’s about coming together and breaking bread with others. Food is the center of everything, especially for Black families.”

While Maryland may be known for its fresh seafood, oysters are an acquired taste, and that’s Norton’s specialty—inviting strangers to her table to try something that she loves. The Urban Oyster is a pop-up restaurant that can often be found at the farmers’ markets in East Baltimore or at the R. House food hall in Remington on the north side. “I wanted to meet people halfway on their reservations,” says Norton. “Trying to get my friends to go to an oyster bar was unheard of—but they’ll eat the char-grilled ones because they’re fully cooked!” She combines the traditional raw bar on her mobile food truck with things like char-grilled oysters, oyster taco specials, and other unique creations like the bacon-and-cheddar-cheese oysters that delight your senses while paying tribute to her upbringing.

“I feel like Baltimore is at a point where [it’s on] the come up,” says Berry. “When I put things on the menu, it’s kind of like I’m putting more ethically focused foods and making the flavors stronger to try and challenge [diners’] ideas. There’s so much great seafood here, so much great produce, and great farms. That’s [what we want to] highlight, the experience of things that come directly from here.”


At Khepera’s Kitchen, in the Charles Village neighborhood, chef Taueret Khepera has created a communal space where the locals come for weekend brunch to dine in an open-air-style kitchen on Khepera’s appetizing dishes like shrimp and grits or brioche French toast—but that wasn’t her original idea. When Khepera’s Kitchen first opened back in 2016, she did catering for private events and private cooking classes in the space. “It was by accident,” says Khepera. “I’ve been a culinary educator for over 20 years.” In 2015, she left education to rebrand herself with a personal chef business. “I was looking at some spaces for a small commercial kitchen for preparation for my clients. My mentor found this on Facebook.” She wanted to create a dining experience that is both warm and inviting, with a soulful music playlist in the background. She didn’t start serving brunch until 2017, when she held her first open event for Mother’s Day that ended in a huge success. Since then, her festive, soulful brunch have become apart of the community.

“I think Baltimore can certainly rival a lot of other cities and communities,” Khepera says. “We have an awesome food scene—anything and everything you can get here. I came out at a time where I was one of very few Black women working in a fine dining establishment. We were invisible, I didn’t see us in magazines … but we have a lot of talent. We’ve always been in a kitchen. We’ve always been around food.”

Jasmine Norton, Owner and Founder of the Urban Oyster


For Jasmine Norton, shucking your own oysters is a rite of passage. It brings up fond memories of her and her father sharing a unique bond over food that wasn’t quite popular among the rest of her family. Inspired by other cities and festivals like Smorgasburg in Brooklyn, NY, Norton was determined to bring those hip, innovative concepts with her. When it came time for her to build a place of her own, she wanted it to be dedicated to her first love—oysters. “When I was younger that was our [my dad’s and my] way of bonding,” Norton says. “He taught me how to shuck [my first oyster]. When I think of seafood or oysters, I think of fellowship. It’s about coming together and breaking bread with others. Food is the center of everything, especially for Black families.”

While Maryland may be known for its fresh seafood, oysters are an acquired taste, and that’s Norton’s specialty—inviting strangers to her table to try something that she loves. The Urban Oyster is a pop-up restaurant that can often be found at the farmers’ markets in East Baltimore or at the R. House food hall in Remington on the north side. “I wanted to meet people halfway on their reservations,” says Norton. “Trying to get my friends to go to an oyster bar was unheard of—but they’ll eat the char-grilled ones because they’re fully cooked!” She combines the traditional raw bar on her mobile food truck with things like char-grilled oysters, oyster taco specials, and other unique creations like the bacon-and-cheddar-cheese oysters that delight your senses while paying tribute to her upbringing.

Greg and Naijha Wright, Owners of The Land of Kush


When your restaurant is attracting politicians and notable celebrities, you’re surely going to capture the attention of the locals, too. The Land of Kush is dedicated to incorporating West Indian and Southern American cuisine into healthy, vegan-friendly entrees. For Greg Wright, becoming a chef came from wanting to create more tasty vegetarian options. When he met his wife, Naijha Wright, she also wanted to change her eating habits but didn’t want to give up the food she grew up loving. In 2011, the married couple wanted to changed the way you think of soul food by using health-conscious ingredients. “I was [already] vegan and my wife likes soul food,” says Greg. “We went after an African American demographic, introducing them to vegan food using foods that were familiar to them.” They opened their restaurant with the goal of encouraging more African Americans to embrace vegan foods by swapping in healthier, plant-based ingredients without sacrificing flavor. “We try to create really interesting and savory dishes that can challenge that palate,” Greg says, and that’s exactly what happens when trying their sweet candied yams, collard greens, or barbeque soy riblets that transport you back to your mother’s kitchen.


“Baltimore is more of an eclectic city, so you can get a lot of different styles of food,” Greg says. “You can see big restaurants that have made a name for themselves, but locals are looking for different experiences. You can see the engagement of people that want to support Black-owned businesses.”

Chef David Thomas, Executive Chef and Partner of Ida B.’s Table


Modeled after a classic Southern home from the early 1900s, Ida B.’s Table serves a more modern take on soul food classics. The recent winner of the Food Network’s “Chopped” Thanksgiving competition used his 25 years of experience in the kitchen to open Ida’s B.’s in September of 2017. “I owned two restaurants before this,” says Thomas. “We started working on [Ida’s] in 2016.” The space is co-owned with the Real News Network and is a tribute to the journalist and activist Ida B. Wells. All the ingredients are locally sourced from the Baltimore area and everything down to the signature sauces is made in-house.


“Baltimore has changed quite a bit,” says Thomas. “The restaurants that are coming in are a lot different than what most people are used to. Whenever you have an influx of cultures come in like that, it changes the culture. It’s time we started looking beyond [seafood], there are a lot of unique restaurant opening. Our food scene is really coming into its own.”


Reposted from Saveur 

All photos by Dana Givens


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Review of The Green Book: Guide to Freedom: The Essential Travel Guide for a Segregated America

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A few weeks ago I momentarily considered laying my hard-earned cash down to see Green Book in the theatres. Fortunately for me, I thought to check out reviews of the film ahead of time. The ones I paid attention to were NOT glowing. One from The New York Times is tellingly entitled “Green Book Review: A Road Trip Through a Land of Racial Clichés”. The second from Jezebel is also auspiciously entitled Green Book is Another Film about Race for White People”. Thank you to both A.O. Scott and Cate Young respectively for saving me $5.00 and a possible spike in my blood pressure.

I learned about Jezebel’s excellent content when I was doing my review of Glory Edim’s Well-Read Black Girl (2018) and found an insightful interview with the editor of the anthology (see my 2/19/19 review). Good reporting deserves support so I signed up to receive updates from the online publication on the regular.

I will confess that sometimes I dismiss these emails, as like most people with a gmail account, my inbox is overflowing. But a few days ago I opened up their email to find the  heading of an article, “Forget the Oscars, Watch the Documentary on the Real Green Book.

The piece, written by Rich Juzwiack, first alerted me to the fact that the “Oscars [had] once again, awarded a movie about race told from the perspective of a white protagonist, directed and written by white guys”.

The Green Book: Guide to Freedom: The Essential Travel Guide for a Segregated America is an antidote to the “type of film tailor-made to court awards consideration from an Academy that had to be shamed into diversifying its ranks. With its insistence on the pretense of loving our way into racial harmony, the movie exists almost exclusively to allow white moviegoers to nod sagely about ‘how far we’ve come’ before calling the cops on their black neighbors for not waving hello”.

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In its annual installments from 1936 to 1966, the actual Negro Motorist Green Book (Negro Travelers’ Green Book) guided black motorists to safe businesses and lodging all over the country. The film about the publication was directed by Yoruba Richen (who also directed the 2013 marriage-equality documentary The New Black), a black woman. In a phone interview with Jezebel about the Oscar-winning film she stated “We haven’t been in control of our own narrative so that’s what you’re going to get—you’re going to get something like the Green Book fiction film”.

Juzwiack’s article also let the audience in on a well-kept secret: that the documentary about The Green Book was available through The Smithsonian. Needless, to say, I promptly typed in the Smithsonian Channel’s website and found the film, airing for FREE!!!

I came away deeply enriched. Richen’s film is beautiful, respectful, and gives the viewer a sense of what was at stake when the author and publisher of The Green Book, African-American businessman Victor Green, made his timely and life-saving book available to African Americans who wanted and/or needed to travel America’s violently racist roads.

In the introduction to the interview with Richen that Juzwiack conducted he states, “Her movie is not just about Victor Green’s conception and execution of his Green Book, but touches on a number of attendant issues like the black middle class, the Civil Rights Movement, women business owners, and the predominantly black vacation spot of Idlewild, Michigan. In shedding light on parts of this country’s history rarely discussed in mainstream venues, Richen’s movie overturns a stone and reveals a universe”.

The documentary, as I said, is beautifully and respectfully rendered. It became clear, as the film unfolded, what an incredible service Mr. Green rendered to the African American community. There is no telling how many lives he literally saved by providing this invaluable resource that he recognized a need for and took action on.

Ms. Richen’s Green Book is sweeping, spanning a number of years and highlighting the national and eventually, international reach of The Green Book. Among the areas that were African American hotspots during the most crucial times of the publication was Idlewild, Michigan where people of African descent flocked for refuge and relaxation during their vacations from the stress of their daily lives in white racist America. Another was Birmingham, Alabama, home of the infamous Bull Conners, but also a place of refuge in the form of the motel owned by the very successful African-American businessman, A.G. Gaston. Mr. Gaston who, although politically conservative, offered free lodging to civil rights leaders Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Reverend Ralph Abernathy during their marches, rallies, and strategic planning sessions in Alabama.

With the success of the Civil Rights movement came the perceived end of the need for a publication like The Green Book. This was a move prophesized by the brilliant Malcolm X who regarded integration as a surrender to white supremacy because of what he saw as its aim of total assimilation into white society as evidence of the belief that blacks had nothing worth preserving.

With integration, and black attempts at assimilation, the vast majority of African-Americans abandoned the black–owned businesses, many of them run by black women, that sustained them when white business owners not only turned their backs on them, but threatened and carried out heinous acts of violence against them all while taking their money. The majority of those black-owned businesses once listed in The Green Book have gone out of business; replaced by those owned by the white majority.

While Ms. Richen’s film does not make this connection directly, it is not difficult to link this twentieth century socio-economic and political development to the twenty-first century dearth of prosperous black-owned businesses in the U.S., including—and I would argue—most importantly, supermarkets. As I have argued elsewhere, when you control someone’s stomach you control their presents and their futures.

The Green Book: Guide to Freedom: The Essential Travel Guide for a Segregated America is a must-see. A mere 50 minutes long, the film provides brilliant insight into early to mid-twentieth century America; it is a wonderful teaching tool for both the high school and the college classroom.

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Bonus! Review of Well-Read Black Girl and If Beale Street Could Talk

I’ve been thinking a lot about service lately; more specifically, I’ve been thinking about how people serve their communities in ways that ring true to them and are impactful.

While there are things that we do that we can easily and readily identify as of service to our communities–like teachers of color who dedicate their lives to teaching children who look like them as activist work, for example, there are the less obvious–like making art that celebrates and highlights our experience.


Read the feminist critic bell hooks’ instructive Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom (1994) in which she asserts that, in her younger years she believed that while writing was about private longing and personal glory…teaching was about service, giving back to one’s community. For black folks teaching –educating—was fundamentally political because it was rooted in antiracist struggle” (2). She insists that her all-black grade schools were where she “experienced learning as revolution” (2). Still, we can also recognize her art—her brilliant political and cultural critiques—as acts of service as well.

hooks continues—and I quote her at length because her words are so cogent:

Almost all our teachers at Booker T. Washington were black women. They were committed to nurturing intellect so that we could become scholars, thinkers, and cultural workers—black folks who used our “minds.” We learned early that our devotion to learning, to a life of the mind, was a counter-hegemonic act, a fundamental way to resist every strategy of white colonization. Though they did not define or articulate these practices in theoretical terms, my teachers were enacting a revolutionary pedagogy of resistance that was profoundly anticolonial (2).

hooks’ later educational experience is marred by her enrollment in racist, desegregated schools where she and her black classmates were exposed to an intellectual assault in which mainly white teachers taught lessons that reinforced racist stereotypes (3). Indeed, many hooks’ generation experienced the trauma of attending predominantly white schools where they were not welcome and people who looked like them did not show up in the curriculum as role models to emulate.

This was not my experience. I actually spent the majority of my educational career in black schools with many teachers in whom I was able to see myself. I especially remember my fourth grade teacher who, though I cannot recall her name, I do remember was tall, honey brown, and sported a completely shaved head. King Tut’s tomb had been discovered that year and we spent a lot of time learning about Egypt.  I remember the earnestness with which she dissected the history to make it accessible to nine-year olds and the way she pointed out the beauty, majesty, and glory that the discovery of this great civilization signified for us as children of African descent.

Another experience that etched itself in my memory was one of the first books I picked out for myself and read: Alice Childress’ A Hero Ain’t Nothin’ But a Sandwich when I was in junior high school.


My personal copy of A Hero Ain’t Nothin’ But a Sandwich

I read the thin, compact young adult novel carefully and, feeling deeply moved by the story, read it all over again.

And then I lost it in one of my family’s many moves.

When I found it again at a library sale (the inside back cover is stamped with a note in block letters: WITHDRAWN FROM FREE USE IN CITY CULTURAL AND WELFARE INSTITUTIONS. MAY BE SOLD FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE BROOKLYN PUBLIC LIBRARY ONLY) as an adult, the memory of the feeling that my community and I were being seen for the first time prompted me to buy it again, just to gaze upon it every once in a while—the magic was in its very existence.

Memories of elementary school teachers who taught as a form of service and activism and first novels in which I saw myself when everything else around me told me I had no history and no story worth telling came flooding back to me as I read Glory Edim’s masterfully edited anthology Well-Read Black Girl: Finding Our Stories, Discovering Ourselves (2018).


As Edim, founder of the Brooklyn-based book club online community that celebrates the uniqueness of black literature and sisterhood, Well-Read Black Girl, declares in her introduction, something which all of us who love books can relate to: “All the books in my library hold a memory” (xi). Indeed, the collection is a kind of ode to black writers and the black women who love them. Her community; those to whom she dedicates her service are clearly identified in her dedication:

To the Well-Read Black Girl Community. I am in awe of what we’ve built together. Books will always bound our sisterhood.

For the countless authors who spoke to me from the page. From Toni Morrison to Audre Lorde, their words guided me into womanhood.

 The voices and perspectives in the collection are varied, with each author uniquely offering the reader a glimpse into the way that a black author made them feel seen and worthy; truly a profound and deeply meaningful service, not only to women who read them, but to those who read those who read them—for it gave them the courage to write and act, and sing, and create, all of which in turn will positively influence the next generation of talented artists who will do the same for those who follow them.

Thus, contrary to what hooks believed in her youth, for black women artists, writing is not simply a personal endeavor. It is also a service that they gift their communities that pays itself forward. Their self-expression inspires and empowers those who see themselves in them and their stories to do so themselves.

They give their readers permission to authentically express themselves; the brilliant effect of which we’re seeing contemporarily in every milieu possible, most recently in Barry Jenkins’ (of Moonlight fame) gorgeous filmic adaptation of James Baldwin’s novel, If Beale Street Could Talk.


As the feminist scholar and activist Barbara Smith reminds us in her piece, “Go Tell It” in Well-Read, in talking about Raoul Peck’s brilliant documentary based on Baldwin’s fragments of unpublished manuscript, “When I saw I Am Not Your Negro, I was struck by the fact that Baldwin’s ideas are as relevant and insightful today as the day he originally expressed them” (41-42). Sadly, truer words have never been spoken. In the film, If Beale Street Could Talk, black beauty and love are violently (is there any other way?) disrupted by the injustice that seeks to crush those who get in the line of fire of white supremacy and its many tentacles. And as the filmgoer witnesses through brilliantly placed stills in the latter half of the film, people of color are born in the line of fire today just as they were in the 1970s when Baldwin first penned the novel.


Smith continues, “Timelessness is a major characteristic of classic creations. Baldwin is a moral philosopher. His work does not merely describe and analyze oppression, but relentlessly asks the reader to examine their individual relationship to evil, to cruelty, to bigotry, and white supremacy and whether they are ready to change” (42).  Indeed, this is what teachers who are dedicated to the liberation of their communities are and do. Judging from the life-altering impression that all of the writers discussed in the narratives in Well-Read left on the artists included, this is also what all of those women and men who dared to put their creative work out into the world are and do—what a gift.

Read: Here is a lovely The Atlantic interview with the filmmaker about his obsession with Baldwin’s novel the conceptualization and making of the film:

Read: Here is a great Jezebel interview with Glory Edim on the importance of representation:

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Review of Washington Black

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The simply named Washington Black (2018) by Canadian Esi Edugyan , though expansive in its reach, takes place over a mere four-year period. In that short period of time young Washington, or Wash as he is called by Christopher (Titch) Wilde, the brother of Wash’s sadistic master, Erasmus Wilde, undergoes a tragically prolonged rites of passage.

Of course, as an enslaved child Wash’s early years are characterized by hardship, some of which are conveyed to the reader. Nonetheless, he has a kind of family in the form of his caretaker, Big Kit, a formidable woman who originated from Dahomey and who at once frightens and nurtures the boy.

Wash’s movement into exile begins when he and Big Kit are summoned to the big house to serve the newly arrived master, Erasmus, and his brother, Titch, dinner.

At that dinner, with no recognition of the bond that Big Kit has with young Wash, Titch chooses to have him come live with him for, without a doubt, the noblest of reasons: the young boy is the perfect weight to act as a kind of human ballast for his “Cloud-cutter” (a kind of hot air balloon).

But while the traumatic ripping away of this child from the only family he has ever known may seem like the start of his exile period, if the reader plays close attention, she/he notes that Washington repeatedly fails to accept several opportunities afforded him to come into his manhood. Rather, he has not other hope than to remain in the service of his new master who parades as a friend and an ally, Titch.

Even though in the beginning he remains on the island of Barbados he is so cut off from his former life that when, months later, he spots Big Kit with a young boy serving at dinner in much the same way that he had, he does not even recognize her!

This could also, of course, be a consequence of the ravages of slavery, which consumes the enslaved person like a disease and then discards her or him when their usefulness is gone. (see, for example Frederick Douglass’ discussion in his narrative of the fate of his grandmother when she becomes too old to serve).

Big Kit’s body has been so torn down by the demands of field labor that she is unrecognizable to her former charge.

Nonetheless, it should be noted that despite the efforts of the slave institution to turn her into a mere beast of burden Big Kit continues to express her humanity in that she has taken on caring for yet another child and tries for just a millisecond in all of the stress of serving the ornery Erasmus, Titch, and their gluttonous and misanthropic cousin Philip, to honor her relationship with Wash with the slightest of nods and a smile.

Wash, like countless others before and after him, proves himself invaluable to his new owner, not simply as a weight to balance a balloon, but also as an exceedingly talented artist with an eye for detail. Unfortunately, it is his work with the Cloud-cutter that thrusts him further into further bodily exile when an accident during its testing at the hands of Titch and Philip deforms him for life.

Yet, even after his sacrifice he still looks to this strange white man for his salvation, seeking out Titch’s assistance when Philip dies and Wash is the only witness.

Why Titch decides to flee the island with Wash, rather than leave him to be punished for Philip’s death is unclear, especially since he abandons him later with no satisfactory explanation. In any case, their escape and Wash’s subsequent travels and adventures–which reminded me for some reason of Olaudo Equiano’s adventures (perhaps because they’re written in the first person)–mark the start of the young initiate’s deep exile.

When Wash finally finds Titch in northern Africa I got the sense that the manhood that this man-boy had been in pursuit of, was eminent. But while yes, Wash is finally able to recognize Titch for the dreamer who fancies himself apart from and above the very system that allows him to follow his dreams to the ends of the earth, it is not clear from the novel’s ending how much Wash truly understands about how much this man has stolen from him and how he is the source of his pain. There seems to be no accountability, in fact.

And that is the lesson for us all, isn’t it? African and African diasporic people have a tendency to look outside of ourselves for our salvation, and as such, are trapped in a perpetual state of adolescence, blaming the other for our failures because we have been too afraid to step into our power, claim it for ourselves, and use it for our own benefit.

We should not be the ones who balance out those who are imbalanced so much so that we get thrown overbroad or burned beyond recognition.

We should not provide the outline and intricate details of a problem that others cannot reason or create their way out of while the outlines and intricacies of our own lives go unnoticed and neglected.

We do not need to seek closure from those who have abandoned us, but must rather invest our time, our energy, and our love into those who have proven themselves worthy.

We must decide for ourselves who those beings are.

If you’d like to hear a beautifully read narration of the novel here’s a link, provided to me by my beloved tonton Patrick:

Washington Black – Episode One – @bbcradio4:

Read: An interview with Esi Edugyun on Serpent’s Tail:
or this one on Black Genius and what comes after slavery on NPR:
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Reflections on MLK Day 2019


Yesterday was the great Civil Rights leader, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s, birthday. I am fortunate that I get to spend my days in an institution of higher learning where the man’s life and his message is meaningfully celebrated—many places just cancel classes and call it a day. I am also fortunate that, in my teaching and my research, I get to focus on the liberation of African and African diasporic people as it is inextricably tied with the liberation of other groups and Mother Earth. As such, I’ve had the privilege of exploring Dr. King’s work over the past several years, especially in our Civil Rights Era unit.

But when I teach about that period of time I also bring in those who struggled alongside him; who supported him in getting his great message of equity and equality for everyone—at home and abroad—out into the world.

I teach my students about other great thinkers, leaders, artists, activists, and teachers like:

U.S. Congresswoman Shirley Chisholm

Reverend Ralph David Abernathy, Sr.

Ella Josephine Baker

Nina Simone

James Baldwin

Daisy Lee Gatson Bates

Horace Julian Bond

Coretta Scott King

Malcolm X

Kwame Toure (Stokely Carmichael)

Dr. Angela Davis

Assata Shakur

Medgar Evers 

Myrlie Evers-Williams

Fannie Lou Hamer

Bayard Rustin

Adam Clayton Powell, Jr.

U.S. Representative John Lewis

Mahalia Jackson

And The Little Rock Nine, to name a few

But I also teach them about those who came before them; women and men who sacrificed themselves for the gift of freedom when they had no reason to believe that they would ever achieve it.

One of my absolute favorite people to discuss every semester is Frederick Douglass, born enslaved but, by the time of his death, a best-selling author several times over, a statesman having served as U.S. Ambassador to Haiti, and a much sought-after speaker. I not only read his autobiography (available for free) with my students, but often share with them his famous speech delivered on July 4,,1852, “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?”.

So yesterday, when I was listening to Dr. King’s famous sermon, “Loving Your Enemies” I found myself recalling Douglass’ speech and reflecting on the country’s current state of upheaval that is eerily reminiscent of the U.S. post-Reconstruction era with its rabid white backlash and a large enough segment of the white population desiring to “take back the country”.

One part of Douglass’ speech that always sends chills down my spine is Douglass’ directive for the U.S. to live up to her potential, a task we have yet to undertake, let alone accomplish.

I was also reminded to the incredible 1965 debate between James Baldwin and William Buckley in which the question is asked “Has the American Dream Been Achieved at the Expense of the American Negro?”and which Baldwin won by a landslide. Baldwin, as usual, was razor sharp in his analysis of the condition of the African American in the deeply racist U.S.

The debate was held at Cambridge University in England and I could not help but recognize the irony of all those lily-white bodies giving Baldwin a standing ovation at the same time that they were treating their own “negroes” as second-class citizens.

These connections must be made between the distant past, the not-so-distant past, and the present moment across these artificially constructed boundaries and borders that we all blindly adhere to. For me, it is the only way that we can see clear to a way forward where Dr. King’s dream will finally be realized, rather than continuing to dry up in the sun like a raisin, festering like the untended wound that it is the American psyche, stinking up the world with its rottenness, and covering our hearts with its oozing crust and weighs us down before finally it explodes, leaving all of us with no more dreams to be had as the great writer and poet begged us to take note of many years ago.



By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet?


Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.


Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (1995)

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Red Alert: 90% of junk food targeted to Black and Latinx kids Study finds


tracye mcquirterA new study confirms what we already know — food companies target nearly 90% of junk food ads to black and latinx children. This is a 50% increase since 2013, while advertising to white children has declined.

Their goal with this predatory advertising is to hook children of color as young as toddlers onto the tastes of unhealthy foods with the intent that they’ll stay hooked for life. Most children of color live in impoverished communities with no or low access to healthy foods, but abundant access to unhealthy foods. Food companies prey on and perpetuate these systemic conditions. The result is billions in profits for food companies and a public health crisis of chronic disease and early death for black and latinx communities.

The USDA, whose job is to promote profits for the food industry, allows food companies to voluntary regulate themselves. But instead, they double down on their damage. (And folks still think vegans are the food police!)

While we continue to resist and organize against these injustices, we also continue to take the health of our communities back #byanygreensnecessary. That includes educating about, choosing and growing healthy vegan foods when and where they’re available and accessible.

Use Tracye McQuirter’s FREE African American Vegan Starter Guide in your tool kit and share it far and wide. And here’s the link to the actual study by the Rudd Center, Council on Black Health and Salud America.


Reposted from By Any Greens Necessary

Check out Tracye McQuirter’s two cookbooks, both of which are brilliant and I return to again and again for plant-based inspiration.

The first is By Any Greens Necessary: A Revolutionary Guide for Black Women Who Want to Eat Great, Get Healthy, and Look Phat (2010)

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Her latest, which she co-authored with her equally gorgeous mother, Mary McQuirter, is Ageless Vegan: The Secret to Living a Long and Healthy Plant-Based Life (2018)

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Again, I own both of these books and the vast majority of the recipes are accessible and delicious. A few are hardcore, like the dandelion lemon juice–phew!–but you know you are doing your body good when you drink it.

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Review of Daily Motivations for African-American Success by Dennis Kimbro


I’m a big fan of witticisms, pithy phrases, words of wisdom that have passed the trials of time, anything that keeps me motivated to strive to live my best life.

What we seek we find.

For example, while brewing up some nourishing tea this morning from a recipe that I love from Anthony William’s latest Spirit download, Medical Medium Liver Rescue (2018) I came across two quotes on the tea bag tags. One, from my Buddha Teas Organic Red Clover Tea, was anonymous. It read, “Don’t count days, make days count”. Right on!

The other, from Traditional Medicinals’ Organic Nettle Leaf Tea, was from Lord Byron: “There is pleasure in the pathless woods”.

And while as a black woman from New York I am wary of following literally Lord Byron’s implied imperative to go wandering around in the wilderness I think it is worth it to reflect on our lives as metaphorical pathless woods to make of it what we would; to forge our own trail(s), reveling along the way at the countless stars that guide us, the luscious scents and sights all around, the gift of observing the various creatures, near and far who make their way in and out of our journeys, appreciating tripping over a tree root protruding from the earth, prompting us to look down just in time to escape the more treacherous of the living making their way stealthily toward us…

I digress.

A few years ago my dear friend, Glennie, alerted me to a beautiful gift to the world in the form of daily gratitude reminders from Brother David Steindl-Rast through his Network for Grateful Living. Since signing on in 2014, every morning when I open my email I am treated to “A Word of the Day”, a fresh sentiment of profound gratitude that helps me reflect, put things into perspective, and set the tone for the rest of my day.

Two of my favorites that I keep over my desk in my home office are by the writer and activist James Baldwin and painter Gillian Pederson Krag.

The first, by Baldwin reads, “Not everything that can be faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed that is not faced”.

Nuff said.

The other, by Pederson Krag reads, “Art makes life bearable. It isn’t a luxury. Like our capacity for understanding and our experience of love, it is a vitally important part of life.

Again, nuff said.

Both are words to live by and I am richer for having my friend who shared this wonderful resource with me, for Brother David for providing such a remarkable service to the world, and for the many brilliant healers who have spoken their truths (these are just a tiny few of the “things” I’m grateful for).

This past last half of the year I have been equally inspired on the daily by a book that I rediscovered on one of my bookshelves and have consulted every morning since. It’s Dennis Kimbro’s Daily Motivations for African-American Success. Kimbro is also the author of Think and Grow Rich: A Black Choice. Though it was published way back in 1993 I have found each entry of Daily Motivations to be relevant and instructive for those of us who are lifelong seekers.

As would be expected, the book begins on January 1stand goes straight through the whole year, to December 31st. As with his other books Kimbro is very much dedicated to providing motivation for African-American people to reach their fullest potential. As such,  Daily Motivations includes African stories and proverbs as well as African American narratives; some imagined, others taken from well-known and lesser-known historical and contemporary achievers (and underachievers), to motivate. Along the way, as I was, the reader may be exposed to African-Americans who have done some amazing things, but are not widely recognized.

Each entry has a title, a kind of teaser that sometimes, at first, seems unrelated to the day’s lesson. The title is followed by a quote from usually a famous African-American achiever. Each narrative or lesson is punctuated with a take-away; a kind of mantra or affirmation that one can repeat throughout the day to be reminded of the lesson and reflect on it.

I absolutely love Daily Motivations! This may be TMI, but I keep mine in my bathroom so that I can consult with it first thing in the morning–a great way to start the day.

I’ve even dogeared a few pages that speak to me and seemed to arrive at the right time.

A couple of my favorites:

April 25th: “The Light Is On and Somebody’s Home”, which ends with the affirmation: “I will be a point of light and light the path of others”.

July 4th: “Hallelujah! Free at Last”. The epigraph comes from Sojourner Truth and reads, “This colored people going to be a people”. The ending affirmation is “I will treat freedom with the respect to which it is entitled”.

If you’re familiar with the history of African and African diasporic people in this country, or at the very least, the venerable Frederick Douglass’ famous July 5, 1852 speech, “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?” in  which he reminds those gathered to celebrate the United States’ independence from England that for people of African descent who were still in legal bondage, July 4th was not their holiday, then you’ll know why this entry’s one of my favorites (definitely something to keep in the front of our brains as hard-earned freedoms are constantly under threat—and lest we be fooled into thinking that the contemporary moment is an anomaly, rest assured this has ALWAYS been the case).

My only criticism of the text is that it is VERY male-centric. As numerous scholars have pointed out, not the least of which is Angela Davis in her seminal work, Women, Race, and Class (1983). The fact is Black women have been at the forefront of socio-political and economic change in the black community since they first arrived on these shores. Can someone say Ida B. Wells or Madame C.J. Walker as two very obvious examples?

Make it known.

As I said, I found this book tucked away on my bookshelf sometime in mid-2018. It remains in my bathroom and on January 1st I started the morning off right with a new year of black genius!

What’s your favorite motivational text? Any recommendations?

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