Dale Harris

Do you remember when your vision was the only asset you owned? I especially do. It’s a foundational memory for so many of us in this community. We start not with inheritance, but with an idea that refuses to be ignored, and a resilience forged by necessity and that’s what makes us great. The cultural […]

Let’s be honest. We all know “The Talk.” I had it, you have probably had it too. It’s that rite of passage in Black households, the essential, heartbreaking, and necessary conversation about navigating a world that often sees our children as threats before it sees them as children. The conditions of America often times rob

When the pressure seems relentless, there is a specific, resonant sound that bubbles up in our spaces. It starts deep, ripples outward, and often ends in a shared release of tension. This is the Black laugh, a rich and complex response to life’s absurdities and its sharpest edges. Think about the last time you found

Let’s be real. When was the last time you felt you could truly just exist? No cell phones. No fear of judgment. When were you not “the only one in the room,” not managing a complex project, not navigating the subtle complexities of code-switching, and not answering to the relentless ping of Slack notifications? If

Walking through our front door should be more than a physical transition. It should be a profound sigh of relief. A release of armor we didn’t even realize we were wearing. This is your home. For Black people, home is not just an asset or a gallery for aesthetics. It is, and always has been,

Imagine a world where a Black athlete dominates the field, a Black entrepreneur builds an empire, or a Black leader ascends to the highest office, only for the applause to mix with whispers of resentment. This isn’t new; it’s the quiet tension that simmers whenever Black achievement disrupts the status quo. It happens every day

Imagine history class in tenth grade. The teacher spends weeks on the Civil Rights Movement, the March on Washington, the Montgomery Bus Boycott. Names like Martin Luther King Jr. fill the board. Speeches echo in black-and-white footage. Struggle is the headline. Resistance is the plot. Love? Barely a footnote, if mentioned at all. I completed

Imagine this: It’s Sunday afternoon, your phone buzzes with another family group chat request to handle something that isn’t yours to fix, or a coworker slides into your DMs expecting you to carry the emotional load for the team—again. In 2026, it seems like there is never a dull moment. You feel the pull to

Picture this. It is 1907 in the Mississippi Delta. You step onto the platform in Mound Bayou and every face you see belongs to someone who looks like you. The mayor. The banker. The doctor running the hospital. The owner of the cotton gin. No one asks you to step off the sidewalk. No one