Navigating the Mine Field that is a Black Woman’s Womb

When I was growing up in Ghana in the home of a Black radical (my mother) and a regular dude (my dad), I was taught by my mother and other radicals of her ilk that “civilization was carried on the womb of the black woman,” that her children were “kings and queens,” that her “feet were shod with truth and beauty.” You get the picture; and anyone who was born between 1968-81 and raised in a home of “Black consciousness” knows what I’m talking about. Georgia RTL