Use valuable ink to tell me anything more about these bananas, their taste, texture, origin, anything.
But do NOT insult my intelligence by telling me they’re plant-based. Jfc.
I don’t own a firearm but if I did, I’d Bud Light the fuck outta this bag. I’m that offended.
under the bus bc I love their employees I’ve interacted with but CTA blue line from ORD - downtown … 2 fucking hrs. With a unannounced bus shuttle in between. The foreseeable hiccups weren’t made clear by staff before boarding (& after paying)
The sadness is obvious & real. The happiness came from enlightening conversations with local Greenwood residents + the fact that this era of silencing this incident is over. The lights have been turned on. We can now see and learn. At least there’s an opportunity from tragedy.
I’d sort of mentally prepared myself for this tour but it didn’t have the exact effect on me that I thought it would. I thought it would be 100% sadness. It was 99% sadness but 1% happiness.
Why? How?
Seeing these charred reclaimed bricks from the fire/bombing placed on the facade of the building is one of those things. Just pausing & looking at each brick and the stories they could tell, really put things into perspective more than any other medium could (for me anyway)
If you read about this tragedy like I did, you know there are many layers to the story. Like everything in history, visiting the site in person is 100x more impactful. Plus, you’ll always learn more when you immerse yourself in it. That said…
I went to Black Wallstreet/Greenwood today in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Site of the 1921 race massacre. An absolute must see if you can. If you can’t, try to make it happen anyway.
A big piece of American history we weren’t taught in school.