Ballad
BACKSEAT BLUES. Content Warning.
Backseat Blues I had a dream the other night. This morning, I was thinking about the world today in 2025. My thoughts took me back to 1955. My poppa owned a 1953 Chevy. We drove everywhere in that car. I remembered an event in 1955. I was five years old and as I watched the trees, mountains, deserts fade away as my poppa drove that Chevy like he was king of the road. Mom and Dad were cool. Now I am seventy-six. I closed my eyes today, drifted back to midnight as I lay in the back of that old yellow 1953 Chevy listening to Hank Williams on the radio sing, '‘I am so Lonesome I Could Cry.” I can still hear my poppa sing that tune softly. Mom would look over at Poppa, smile, then turn back and smile at me. I would hum the tune, then cry. I looked up at the stars, and I asked God, the Universe, “Was I Born Before?” For a day I dreamed about my archives, and I am now smiling at the end of the evening before midnight as I can still hear my Poppa sing to Hank Williams as we drove that old 1953 yellow Chevy down life’s highway.
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When the World Watched
Introduction On May 25, 2020, a single tragic event in Minneapolis, Minnesota, captured the attention of not just Americans, but the whole world. George Floyd, an unarmed Black man, was killed during an arrest by police officer Derek Chauvin, who knelt on his neck for over nine minutes. This moment, caught on video, became more than another headline—it became a catalyst, a spark that ignited global reckoning on systemic racism, police brutality, and justice. In the years since, the George Floyd case has remained central to conversations about race, law enforcement, America’s history—and its future.
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