This has been a very memorable week with the fourth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, another hurricane season quickly approaching, and the lack of progress with the worst natural disaster in the history of our nation.
Our beloved Pop King Michael Jackson would have turned 51 years old on Saturday Aug. 29, but instead we are mourning his legacy and the lasting memory he left us with.
Right here on the home front, the Los Angeles Unified School District passed a resolutions that will allow for Request For Proposals to be submitted for more than 50 public schools within the next three years, drastically altering the nation’s second largest school district.
It remains to be seen if our Black children will be the primary beneficiaries of this new choice for school plan, or if they will be left behind.
We still have a chance as a nation to get New Orleans corrected, although many of the families that long lived there have been displaced in other cities throughout the U.S.
Homes there are still abandoned; roads still in desperate need of repair, and government aid essential, but now the economy has worsened and the plight of African Americans throughout is clinching to whatever hope remains.
We learned this week that Michael Jackson should not have died and another is responsible for his death. With that said, no one is sure if any criminal charges will be filed against Dr. Conrad Murray, the last man to see him alive.
Initially, I had planned for a double edition this week, one celebrating the life of Michael Jackson and another reminding us where we are with Katrina, but the LAUSD issue and the death of Sen. Edward Kennedy just sort of overwhelmed us.
Each circumstance is another vivid reminder of where we are and where we are going, but today we thank God for the journey. No matter how long or how short, the journey is the most precious thing we have. Lest we cherish it for we do not know the length that will determine our fate.
Don’t forget about Rep. Diane Watson’s Town Hall Meeting on our health care crisis on Aug. 27 at Ward AME. Let your voices be heard and your presence felt. Another journey with an unforeseen road ahead.