Mama Always Said If You Want Good Real Estate Follow The Crackheads, Part II
My mom has been living in Hot-Lanta for ten years now; enjoying her 2400sq ft, three story, balcony off the bedroom and living room with a view of the downtown skyline loft located in the crack head infested, gun shot bucking, drug dealer having neighborhood also known as da ‘hood. Just a couple of years ago she met a wonderful man, who she dated for a short time before deciding to get married, and invited him to live with her … cause ...
Mama Always Said, If You Want Good Real Estate Follow the Crackheads…
Growing up in the early 80ties I used to question why my intellectual, progressive, degree earning, world traveled parents decided to raise me in a crack head infested, gun shot bucking, drug dealer having neighborhood also known as da ‘hood. Every day, on my way to private school located on the other side of town, I stepped over different color crack vials, prayed for my life, and dreamed of one day living in a high-rise doorman building surrounded by white folks; ‘cause ...
HAITI REPPIN’ AT THE WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL
A couple of years ago I was just finishing up my last semester in grad school at Harvard University I was interviewing at all the big Wall Street firms and when it came down to the final interviews, one of them flew me to New York and put me up at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Now, being a native New Yorker (born and raised), I hadn't ever really stayed at a hotel in Manhattan, let alone the Waldorf! So of course, once ...
What I Learned at Public Media Camp: Diversity and the Elusive Public Media 2.0 Butterfly
It takes a while for over two-hundred people to introduce themselves individually. As names and affiliations are called out on a floating microphone at NPR and PBS' Public Media Camp/"unconference" October 17th in Washington DC, I ponder why I am in this room. Probably because I never wanted to be Quentin Tarantino in film school. Or Martin Scorcese like every third NYU student. I gravitated to public media by chance but have loved every step of my evolution via the National Black ...
by Doyin Ola
In South Africa, thousands of miles away from New York City, Caster Semenya lives and breathes. Perhaps she is already training for the next race, picturing a victory not overshadowed by questions about her gender. Two months prior, she emerged out of relative obscurity to shatter this year’s world record and win the gold medal at the women’s 800m final in Berlin.
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Her victory was so astonishing that all the whisperings about her ...
