May 2016

What happened to the Queen?

by B. Mchie
When my mother passed away I received many cards, phone calls of condolences from family and friends. One that still comes to mind 25 years later is that she was “My Oldest Friend.” She was not any more or less important to me than your mother was (is) to you but I bring her up to write about black women in America. A wise woman once explained to me that each and every African American decent of slavery today is alive because an African woman chose to live through the middle passage.