C.R. Hughes
A picture of the author and her mother circa 2004
The author and her mother circa 2004

“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his own language, that goes to his heart.”

‒Nelson Mandela

When I was a kid, I read the book Ender’s Game and I remember loving it. But now…

Television and movies have given the world some great character relationships over the years, but like the double edged sword it is, they’ve also given us some not so great character relationships. And today I want to focus on some of the not so great (and just inappropriate) on screen…

The trial of Calvin Jamison was all anyone was talking about those days. It was as if he had just killed his best friend the day before but in reality, it had been almost a year.

I only remembered Calvin vaguely. He had been two grade levels above me in…

A nation birthed from the desire to be free
The color of pale men who didn't belong in the African sun
The blood spilled to preserve an identity untouched by a new world

The color of men who watched from a distance
Hiding behind Black faces
"Uncolonized" they say as they…

C.R. Hughes

Blogger. Poet. Novelist (Pending). Liberian-American. 23 years old with an affinity for bad TV, trips down memory lane, and social justice. IG: @c.r.hughes

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