Shanda Gantt
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Welcome! I’m a Personal Essayist, lover of books and life! Documenting my experiencing one story at a time
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I’m Late To The Party
I read this book in Mid-July when the hype surrounding this book was at its peak. I wanted to review it but a dislocated shoulder prevented me from typing as much as I would have liked during that time. Well, I’m here now late to the party but everything’s fine I'm just a little late to the party.
By Shanda Gantt5 years ago in Geeks
Happy Juneteenth
Looking back this was something that celebrated every summer when I was a child. This event was usually a few weeks after school over for the summer there was a celebration at the park for Juneteenth. Being from Cleveland, Ohio in the 90s this was either usually Gordon Park, the beach at Lake Erie, or my Grandmother’s house. I was told by parents that this was a day where the slaves were freed and we should celebrate this because we could be still slaves today if events that had not taken place had taken place. Though I had questions beyond what my young mind could grasp I took their word and proceeded to partake in the barbequed food that I loved so much and participating in shenanigans with my cousins. Most of the time we would have left until a fight would break out across the park for any given reason or in sometimes even a shot or two would break from the crowd no word if anyone was actually killed during those times.
By Shanda Gantt6 years ago in The Swamp
The Fear To Protest
Putting my feelings to words lately has been the most the daunting task these past three weeks. Finding the words to express apathy, numbness, anger, and sadness over the murders of Amaud Arbery who was hunted down shot and killed while doing something most of us do everyday, jogging. Breanna Taylor who was shot eight times in her own home by police who didn’t even have the correct address and the straw that broke the camel’s back the cold blooded murder of George Floyd.
By Shanda Gantt6 years ago in The Swamp
