The Bedroom


The bedroom is the most intimate place in the house. It is not a place where everyone is invited in. It is a place of intimacy. Your time spent here is very valuable; it is your place of rest and refuge. The bedroom is representative of your mind.

My sister used this as an example yesterday and it struck a cord with me as something that would make for a much needed discussion. You see, we live in the age of information. No longer is it required to read 5,000 page encyclopedias at libraries. All you have to do now is Google what you want and technology takes care of the rest. We are in a time of knowledge and information. This can be a good thing, but it can also in many ways be a dangerous thing.

Not all information is good information and not all knowledge is good knowledge. Our minds can be so easily cluttered these days with the opinions and feelings of others or distracted by something that mean nothing. Everyone is on a quest to sound more intellectual than the next person and in the end they both give birth to foolishness. Deception wraps its arms around the four corners of the bed and hides underneath beautiful plump comforters that are outlined in gold. But what does your mind really look like? What about stress? What about being so busy that you don’t have time to live? Mental clarity is essential to a person’s overall daily operation. Are you allowing the wrong people, places, and things to occupy your mind?  Is all your business on Facebook?

A bedroom is not a kick it place. It is not a discussion place. A bedroom is an intimate place. A relaxing place. Are you letting everyone in? What’s going on in your place of refuge?

Today, visit your bedrooms. What’s there?

1. What am I doing right now that I can rejoice in?
2. What am I neglecting to do that I know is right?
3. What needs to be evaluated, examined, and then held onto or removed?

Remember, you can’t find rest in a crowded room.

Williams Wells Brown – Novelist

We have talked about some of the first black poets. Now, Williams Wells Brown is considered the first African American to publish a novel (recorded). Brown was born into slavery to a black mother and a white slave owner. Wells served various masters before escaping slavery in 1834. He then took on the name of a Quaker who helped him in his escape, Wells Brown, and in 1847 published a slave narrative, A Fugitive Slave. Brown’s only novel, Clotel was published in 1853 and tells the story of the daughters and granddaughters of President Thomas Jefferson and his slave woman. Wells also wrote a play “The Escape; or, A Leap for Freedom” in 1858, along with other historical writings.

Race and Rights


When did race and rights become separate entities? Since when has the black problem in America not have to do with both race and rights? Dare you to walk the streets of the 1920s and 40s and 50s with your prophet scented blood and expect to transgress the law of separatist signage. That “Whites Only” sign ain’t there by mistake. The one that says Negroes like you must order from the back door. Yo money may be colored like your skin but green has always been worth more than brown. I don’t like to have to go back to slavery. After all, it ain’t like I lived it and yet I can never forget what it feels like. But since we on the subject of feeling, I’m feeling like the same blood pulsing underneath my ancestor’s skin now pulses through mine so what they felt I feel it too. Perhaps I too was a slave long ago and its just taken me this long to find my voice. So, therefore, let me tell you something about what it means to be a slave. A slave is never granted the same rights as a free man, not a physical slave or a psychological one. An inferior race is never granted the same rights as a superior one. Thus anything that’s got to do with rights has also got to do with race. For the Black problem in America has always been centered around identity and always will be. Rights would have never been a problem if the problem wasn’t race. If the hierarchy of the superior and the less superior didn’t exist. If black people never walked around with bywords and proverbs tattooed on their skins there wouldn’t have been a need for them to watch movies in the Nigger Heaven1 of southern movie theaters. Would have been no need of me taking my seat alongside Miss Parks or Miss Morgan all them years ago. A Black Man’s rights and his race are always connected here, like the careful structure of his bones before he emerges from his mother’s womb. It’s the yearning for freedom written in his DNA. Black America’s rights have always and always will be centered around their identity because their problem is not physical it is spiritual. And because a spiritual problem has been long fought with physical weapons the condition of black people in America continues. And so their fight has always been and always will be centered around their freedom.

1. Nigger heaven, n. a designated place, usually the balcony, where blacks were forced to sit, for example, in an integrated movie theater or church as part of Jim Crow Laws.