I am feeling a bit nostalgic today. I know a lot of it has to do with being a person of a certain age, but a lot of it has to do with our current state of affairs.
I grew up in a time and a community where we loved being Black. We loved living as a community. We all knew each other's names and we could shop freely within our own communities and were treated with respect. Whether you were a single mother on welfare or were one of the professionals in the community, maybe you worked at the bank, or the post office or you worked in an automotive plant and made "good money" for our time. We didn't discriminate against each other. We were united by God, our community and our southern roots (never forgetting from whence we came).
We didn't have to be reminded to spend our money with folks who looked like us. We wanted to spend our money with folks who looked like us. We didn't do it for "likes" or "clicks" or because it was "trendy." We did it because we did.
I realize that tech has taken over and we don't even have to leave our sofas to order up groceries on our smart phones. There are very few Black owned small businesses because the owners have passed away and the children are now all well-educated and enjoy successful careers.
This is just a friendly reminder that we can still support each other - even if it's not at the corner store.
(Bonus points if you can spot the pig feet)
