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Posted by Howie The Titan on February 21, 2009

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Chasing The Promise Land...I'm married, what do I do now?

Finding The Promise Land, again: So, in the Bible there is this story about a people (Israelites) that used to be enslaved by Egypt thousands of years ago. They were enslaved for like 400 yrs...yea that's a long time. I mean, I'm black and so apparently I should know what it means to be enslaved and stuff, but I don't. And well any black person in America that says they do, well, they really shouldn't know either. Anyway black people before me knew and well the Israelites knew, at least the ones back then did. The story of Israel trekking across deserts, fighting epic battles, and enduring hardships like no other to gain a Land of their own is pretty awesome. It is in fact my favorite story of the Bible, somebody should make it into a movie or something...oh, wait...well someone should make it into a movie a second time, with CGI and explosions and stuff. Anyway Israel really, really thought that if they got to the Promise Land that it would just be awesome, no more w

The Problem With Privilege(?)

Simple Town From the age of about nine to twenty-six I lived in Clarksville, Tennessee. Clarksville had a military base and a college, where I also went to college. I ended up in Clarksville because of two military parents. Though my life from birth to age nine was full of diversity, travel, and having to adapt to different experience due to the military life, my time in Clarksville was very much the opposite. Clarksville was a simple town in a pretty simple region of America about the time when I was there. Nothing much went on there to make a kid question the norms of every day routines. Sure, there were racists, segregated parts of the town, stories of that black guy that dated that white girl (and vice versa) and how the white kid’s parents freaked when they found out, stuff like that. But all in all life was pretty slow in Clarksville, nothing that made you really question things in life. It was a good time. It was a simple time. Grade school was a blur. College was no

A Subtle Statement About Diversity That You Might Have Missed.

Almost in what seems as though a life time ago I went on a mission trip with a bunch of other adults in our mid to late 20's and a bunch of teenagers to Bulgaria. It sounds like a disaster, an international disaster at that, when I look back at that time. I mean, I would be nervous taking a bunch of teenagers to a local mall, let alone an entirely different country that was thousands of miles away. Bulgaria had malls too and we actually did take them there, by the way. It all went fine and we came back to the United States all a little more grown up, even the adults. But while I was there I will never forget a time in which we all strolled through an outdoor market. There were goods being sold by a countless number of vendors and you had to be very quick minded as to what you were looking for and interested in because vendors were constantly sizing us up for how much they could get out of us. Anyway, there was one vendor I walked by that shouted almost anything in my directio

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