By Hettie V. Williams This poem is dedicated to the Black victims of the Tops shooting incident in Buffalo New York. Here be a monster Who white raged into A supermarket, with an AR-15, And silenced Black saints. This is their poem. These men and women, Pillars of the community, …

By Hettie V. Williams I saw a lynching in Georgia. Those rednecks committed this crime With malice, in a malevolent euphoria, Using a gun this time. Rat-tit-tat-tat-tat, This lynching was on television And Ahmaud is not coming back to chat. Hoodless men hunted him down with precision. I saw a lynching in Georgia… Blast, bang, boom Blast…

Still, They Will Rise: Black Women Athletes and the Tokyo Olympics By Hettie V. Williams, PhD “You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies, you may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, I’ll Rise.” — May Angelou Simone Biles has critics who…

The Capitol Siege in Historical Perspective by Hettie V. Williams, PhD A majority of white voters across every demographic including gender, age and class voted for Donald J. Trump in two presidential elections. He is their king. According to the Pew Research Center, an estimated 58 percent of all white voters selected Trump in 2016 (31…

This poem is for my Mom Gloria and her sister Ann who died hours apart in April, 2020. By Hettie V. Williams i want to say their names: Gloria and Ann while sorrow seeps from my veins and memories march into my brain on yet another sleepless night. cancer conquered…

A Poem for George Floyd By Hettie V. Williams This land is my land more than It is yours, my people been here Since the eighteenth century By way of the Middle Passage. Get your knee off my neck. You looted my ancestors from Africa. They toiled in the cotton…

By Hettie V. Williams I have known unimaginable grief in the last few weeks having lost three family members in less than two months (including both parents and one of my Aunts); but, the death of my Mom Gloria, on April 8 of this year, is the greatest loss I…

By Hettie V. Williams My Dad Freddie G. Williams, Sr. died, of complications associated with cancer, on the morning of March 22, 2020 at his home in Monmouth Junction, New Jersey amid the backdrop of the COVID-19 pandemic. He was my hero, and I loved him deeply, though our relationship…

By Hettie V. Williams Diseases have a history. Everything has a history. There are some historical parallels between the Spanish Flu of 1918 and the 2020 coronavirus (COVID-19). Though a word of caution is necessary here: these two pandemics are not the same thing; and, the public should be mindful…