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Sunday, August 20, 2017

You can't tell me how to feel about your symbols of hate

Dear White People, 

You don’t get to tell me or any other black person how to feel about the confederate flag. You can’t control how I feel about white terrorism. That flag that you claim is your heritage means death and lynching to my ancestors. And to put a modern twist on things for you, that flag was used when your cousins killed James Byrd in Texas, that flag is flown when your uncles and grandfathers are donning their KKK sheets. But hey, if that’s what you want to call your heritage, go with it.
That flag that you cling to so tightly was a battle flag and guess what, you all -y’all- lost. The South will not rise again, we’re one nation. And again, y’all lost. 

You don’t get to fly your loser flag and tell me that I have to respect your heritage. It’s a heritage of hate. It’s not Southern. Sweet tea is southern, pecans, southern as fuck. That flag is hate, that flag is a symbol of losers. That flag is used to invoke fear and is a tool of racists. So, your heritage is hate and losing. Okay. If you want to go with that, have at it. But you can’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel about seeing it displayed on your car, on your shirt or flying in my neighborhood. 


So, you and the flag you flew in on. You and the war you lost and your heritage. 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Contest time: The Perfect Intro

It's contest time! The Perfect Intro:
I have the honor to be included in a great Christmas anthology with the wonderful Rochelle Alers and Pamela Yaye! 
The Perfect Present, which will be released this fall, is up for preorder right now. Check out your favorite book seller or click here.
Now, here's your chance to win my fall collection before you can buy it. Welcome to the Perfect Intro contest. 
Three things to enter and win: first, join my newsletter. Second, like my author page. Finally, match the first sentence of each story to the author.
Here are the sentences:
  • Kayla Matthews was going to let being stood up for the prom stop her from showing off the black and gold dress she and her mother spent three weeks finding. 
  • Waiting in the aisle for several passengers to store their bags in the overhead bins, Sierra Nelson shifted her carry-on in an attempt not to bump those already seated in the aircraft. 
  • “Marc, I need a favor.” Groaning inwardly, his cell phone pressed to his ear, thirty-year-old sports agent Marc Cunningham threw open the driver’s side door of his Infiniti Q50 and stepped onto the snow-covered pavement. 

One entry per person! 
Here is where you join the mailing list: http://cherishodges.blogspot.com/p/join-my-mailing-list.html
Here’s where you like my Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorcherishodges/
EMAIL your entry to cheris87@bellsouth.net by midnight on August 16th.