Thanks for the warm welcome

[sistersheba]

I found this site while trying to apply for a scholarship. I am an older woman, ha, ha, ha, I'm 54 and I decided to go back to school as an art major the day James Brown died. I'm from the generation that "lived for the race". I was a member of the original Black Panther Party and ran a free clinic in Berkeley, CA. I worked for over twenty years the health care serving mostly middle, working and low income communities. Right now I have a lot to say that's not all about words, having lived through some of this county's most turbulent times and watching the gains of the past slowly erode.

If any of you are interested in human rights or civil rights, send me an e-mail. If you like hand made jewelry or clothing or old school poetry check out my website, Sister Sheba's Hand Made Jewelry and Crocheted Accessories. If you can direct me to the scholarship application page, please do.

[jpbray]

It's a pleasure having you on the site! Sounds like you have a lot to offer. Feel free to start a thread on your experiences. How are we doing in comparison to that era? Looking through your eyes, what's the direction of Black America?

Scholarships...


There are two hbcuconnect.com sponsors offered on the site.
All you have to do is go to scholarship opportunities, click on one of the scholarship offerings and read the requirements.

You could post your answer on line, not at the same place with the directions, but also on scholarship opportunities, the thread that is PRIVATE. Your essay is for your eyes only, untill deadline and judging.

All sending methods allowed for the particular scholarship are on that scholarship's thread.

If you try to navigate all of that and run into problems, email me at
jbrayboy@hbcuconnect.com and we will get it done!

WELCOME TO HBCUCONNECT.COM!

[sistersheba]

Sorry to take so long to reply. You asked a question that sent me on a mental journey (mind trip, ha, ha, ha) that resulted in a poem. Thanks for the help in locating the scholarship information. I will e-mail you if I need to. Here's the poem:

How to Make Fruit Salad or
Yes Today is April Fool’s But We Don’t Have to Be Fools

To compare generations is to compare apples to oranges
And apples to apples
Apples to apples on the continent we were the tree
Fruitful and productive, nourishing cultures and civilizations over centuries,
Writing verses in the sands of millennia.

Apples to apples in slavery we were the fallen fruit fed to southern pigs and northern horses in the wilds of swamps and cities, in the forest of north and south Amerikka,
In Jim Crow times we were the applesauce beside the mythic bird of Thanksgiving, beaten and boiled in the spices gained by adventurers in white supremacy,
In our own cultural revolution for civil and human rights we became apple jack ‘cause we finally overtly fought back, but it ain’t like we had no juice at any time, still
Apple to apple we still don’t have the pie.
It still belongs to someone else and still we stew in our own juices,
Creative constructors in collaboration with those who profit from our confusion and this is where the oranges come in.

Apples to oranges toddlers and teens die in drive-by shootings committed with guns we aim at ourselves for the sake of selling poisons to who?
Apples to oranges more black men are employed in prison industries, than attend universities even though the people who were beaten and marched to desegregate schools are still alive.
Apples to acidic oranges even though we know of neuro-linguistic science we call our children stupid unless they are good students, in which case we accuse them of trying to be white.
We support a music industry that calls our Mama’s ‘ho’s and *******, celebrate Kwaanza on the night after white X-mas, and give each other gifts emblazoned with Malcolm’s X.

We need to learn how to make fruit salad,
Take a little from everybody’s history peel the fruit free from it’s blemishes so we can serve each other and the world as well.

I write under the names, CVGSheba Makeda Haven, Sister Sheba, and Sheba Haven. Hope this is food for thought.