Tag Archives: Carla M. Cherry

Privilege

One of our ministers told a story this morning— a white pastor asked why there are so many churches in Harlem. How could a man of God wonder why we would need pockets of refuge after fleeing a South that … Continue reading

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Cold-Blooded: Why I Hung Up Last Night and Blocked Your Number

Had I known the connection between the iris and the frontal lobe, I would have: invited you on a midnight walk, pointed at the North Star, asked you to focus, sat you down on a rock, tilted your head back, … Continue reading

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