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“Take my hand, precious Lord. Lead me home.”
This is the seventh in a series of excerpts from my memoir, The Edge of All the Light You Have. It follows “How can we be reconciled….” In January of 1970, a white man sat having a cup of coffee in the Baptist Building in Raleigh. He was perusing The News & Observer for articles about the shooting…
The Lynching of Noah Cherry
The intersections of infamy in our Southern history astound me. When I was growing up, no one ever mentioned that there had been a lynching in Princess Anne County, right around the corner from my grandparents’ farm. The first time I learned about Noah Cherry was in 2019, at the Legacy Museum of the Equal…
“How can we be reconciled….”
The Key to the Town of Wake Forest unlocked nothing. This is the sixth in a series of excerpts from my memoir, The Edge of All the Light You Have: a story across time and race (formerly From Where I Stand). In early June 1999, I found myself on the road connecting New York City…
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holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian 