A people losing sight of origins are dead. A people deaf to purposes are lost. Under fertile rain, in scorching sunshine there is no difference: their bodies are mere corpses, awaiting final burial.
Woe the race, too generous in the giving of itself, that finds a road not of regeneration but to its own extinction. Woe the race, woe the spring. Woe the headwaters, woe the seers, the hearers, woe the utterers. Woe the flowing water, people hustling to death. Ayi Armah, TWO THOUSAND SEASONS
As we begin the recognition of African Liberation Month, The Black Reality Think Tank community panel will discuss the significance of understanding our journey in a world that often denied our right to exist.
The host is Dr. William G. Rogers