P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1

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P.O.T.S. A Satirical Perspective by Greg Powell

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1 These are perplexing times in the USA. Especially for people of color, thinking women, immigrants seeking legal asylum, and decent human beings. A man who embodies practically everything we teach our children to be wrong, sinful, and stupid…actions and verbiage that would definitely lead my wife to impeach my child and sentence him to time […]

Tiger and The Old Man

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Tiger and the Old Man, a Perspective from Greg Powell, Photo by City News/TV24

Tiger and the Old Man It’s first Sunday late night in the church basement. Congregation members have long gone home. The Old Man is holding court with a group of neighborhood church pastors and ministers. He lives at the church. He offers this space and time for highly stressed ministers to unburden and unwind. Books and ancient manuscripts of every […]

Dear Old Dunbar

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School Song of Dunbar High School, Earle Arkansas

Dear Old Dunbar Dad’s High School Song Both my parents, Clarence and Joetta Powell (Oglesby) were born and raised in Earle, Arkansas (although they didn’t come to know each other and marry until many years later after Dad finished his military duty and Mom migrated north to Chicago, where they met one morning on the El train). They grew up […]

Shut It Down

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Perspective from Greg Powell, Shut It Down for Being Hueman

Shut It Down Old school jams are pulsing from barbershop speakers. The television screen is silently playing an old Will Smith shoot-em-up. Bad Boys I think. The buzz and percussion of electric and manual clippers blend with music and man chatter: a sound that takes me back all the way to childhood with my dad, rest in peace. Now I’m […]

Thoughts of Martin’s Dream

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Greg Powell writes a editorial piece 'Thoughts of Martin's Dream.'

Thoughts of Martin’s Dream Blood in the streets and schools suggest the check America wrote at its inception continues to bounce. Hope is shaken and corrupted. Our future is on trial as a people and a nation. Yet I still dream, Martin, like you taught me. My child eyes saw you in the black and white screen speaking Hueman sense […]

Dear LeBron, A Son

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Greg Powell for Being Hueman writes Dear LeBron, A Son

Dear LeBron, A Son, I take this prerogative as an elder. I see you as a son. I see every young black man as a son. I cannot imagine your life, nor should I. I only celebrate your utter excellence. You stand on shoulders, consciously. You do more mind work even than your immense body work. You are Oscar. Russell, […]

Love Note to First Lady

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Love Note to First Lady by Gregory Powell

Dear Melania, It’s nice to see you smile. I’ve never seen you smile before. I’m sure spending an evening with that suave brilliant brother is a vacation for you. A high end all inclusive vacation for the faux billionaire huckster wanna-be dictator’s girl toy. Too bad the occasion was the funeral of Barbara Bush. All the pundits say the former […]