There was a time when the sight of the black berets, chic black leather coats, and massive Afros that symbolized the movement would fill me with nothing but pride. But on that day, I felt ambivalence.
The conviction and exuberance shown in the exhibit saddened me, for I know too well how the story ended. ..
As my eyes scanned the walls, from the vintage black and white covers to the color one with President Barack Obama, they filled with tears. The beautiful and rich legacy of my people lay before me…
In my return post I revisit my freshman year of high school to reflect on generational divides, and how I now find myself on the other side of one.