A people taken from their home in the not so distant past. Millions die as they are shipped in chains to a foreign land. Once on the soil they are exploited daily, no end to the demands. Their efforts and labor bear only fruit for their oppressors, day after day distancing the chasm of prosperity... Continue Reading →
The Dehumanizing Irony of the Oppressor
In C.S. Lewis's novel, Til We Have Faces, he states that, “No herd of other beasts, gathered together, has so ugly a voice as Man.” Recently, I read through quite a bit of African American literature depicting the raw horrors surrounding so much of their history with this nation. Torture. Abuse. Rape. Murder. Genocide. Slave... Continue Reading →