Obama, Rice, Comey Syncopated Scandals

A Score in Four Movements

🎙️ Voice Memo Prelude (Pair with ambient jazz: brushed snares, soft Rhodes, archival murmurs)

“You’re listening to a syncopated truth. Not the kind declared in headlines or carved into stone… But the kind that lives between beats in the silences, the suspensions, the moments they hope you overlook.

This week, the criminal referral of Barack Obama and other Obama-era officials was framed as justice by some, theater by others. But beneath it all, it’s a study in narrative—how rhythm gets remixed to distort memory, how power performs its own score. read more

Remembering the Unsung Pulse of Black College Baseball

Before the Spotlight

Before the footprints fade, we carry the echo— not just of where we lived, but how the ground responded. Each move is a measure: each goodbye, a beat.

Before the press conferences, endorsements, and photo ops, Black college baseball was already alive. It moved with grit. It breathed in overlooked dugouts and echoed across Southern diamonds, where Black kids played the game not for visibility but for legacy.

Long before former Major League players stepped into the spotlight to “elevate the profile” of Black college baseball, some of us were already documenting, advocating for, and amplifying its proper rhythm. I was there. Not watching from the bleachers, but writing from within the dust. read more

When the Map Moves

Rhythm, Migration, and the Memory We Carry

Before the footprints fade, we carry the echo, not just of where we lived, but how the ground responded. Each move is a measure: each goodbye, a beat. The country is on the move. Or maybe it’s holding its breath.

Migration across the United States has slowed to historic lows, yet each relocation carries more weight than ever. We’re no longer drifting—we’re choosing, and that choice is both political and deeply personal. Beneath the headlines about affordability and climate lies something more profound: a syncopated migration of cultural memory, reshaping regions not just demographically, but rhythmically. read more

Eunice Glover Honored at Atlanta City Hall

An Unsung Leader in a City of Leaders

Today, the Southwest Atlanta community honored Mrs. Eunice Glover, the former chairwoman of Neighborhood Planning Unit-I, for her dedicated service to the city of Atlanta. We gave her some beautiful flowers and lavished her with praise. I wrote a poem in her honor. Mrs. Glover is one of many unsung community-spirited souls who make Atlanta a wonderful place to live. I’m so glad I could look her in the eyes and honor her today. read more

Trump, Transparency, and the Fragility of Spectacle

Myths Break on the Heel

Every myth has its flaw—a hairline fracture so precise it waits for the right rhythm to split wide open. Achilles had his heel. Trump may have Epstein. And when myth breaks, it doesn’t shatter all at once. It pulses, skips, syncopates.

In Trump’s refusal to release the Epstein files—files that could either exonerate or implicate—he’s no longer wielding the spotlight. He’s caught beneath it. read more

The Spider, the Mask, the Archive

Epstein as Metaphor in a Syncopated Age

In the cathedral of shadows that power tends to build, the figure of Jeffrey Epstein remains both elusive and revealing—not as a man, but as a metaphor. He is the shape of silence, the architecture of complicity, the syncopated beat in the score of societal suppression. If the metaphor is the medium through which we process what we can’t touch directly, Epstein becomes a cipher for what power looks like when left unchecked and unexamined. read more

Syncopation and the Specter of War

How NATO’s Proxy Rhythms Echo Through Our Cultural Memory

When President Trump announced his plan to sell advanced U.S. weapons to NATO for distribution to Ukraine, the world felt the tension rise, like a drummer tightening the skins before a set. It’s a calculated move in the rhythm of proxy conflict—one beat closer, yet still not quite the clang of direct war. read more

Why the Essence Festival Must Remain in Black American Hands

🎷 Rooted in Rhythm

🌱 The Essence of Essence

More than a festival, the Essence Festival is a sacred drumbeat. Since its founding in 1995, it has honored Black joy, resistance, spirituality, entrepreneurship, and artistry. Every summer, New Orleans becomes a sanctuary for celebration and cultural reclamation. Its power lies not just in what happens on stage, but in who shapes the stage itself. read more

The Unfiltered Truths: Lemon, Reid, and Moran Redefine the Media Landscape

Beyond the Anchors: What Comes After the Exit

When Don Lemon, Joy Reid, and Terry Moran parted ways with their networks, some saw scandal or setback. But outside the cable constraints, these three voices are shaping some of the most impactful journalism in the game—uncensored, morally charged, and rhythmically resonant with the cultural pulse. read more

Against the Grain: Derek Dixon, Tyler Perry, and the Price of Dignity in Black Hollywood

Rhythm as Revelation

When actor Derek Dixon stepped away from a $400,000 contract and filed a $260 million lawsuit against Tyler Perry, he wasn’t just naming harm—he was disrupting a frequency. Beneath the public outrage and clickbait headlines, Dixon’s story hits a syncopated note: one that fractures the polished choreography of Black Hollywood power and whispers the cost of quiet survival.

As a creative committed to rhythm as a metaphor for memory and resistance, I hear Dixon’s disclosure not as scandal, but as improvisation—an urgent solo interrupting the institutional groove.

🌀 The Gratitude Economy

In Black creative spaces, reverence is currency. You’re told to be grateful. To stay loyal. To keep quiet. Perry—an architect of opportunity for marginalized voices—has long been seen as untouchable. But Dixon’s story complicates that mythology. It reminds us that representation without accountability can recreate the very systems we hoped to escape. read more