Author Archives: William Covington

It is exactly 3:30 p.m. and Morgan Taylor is pulling into his driveway after receiving four hours of intravenous fluids and pain medication. He sounds like he is feeling okay, you can hear the energy in his voice.
This is a ritual he undergoes three to four days a week.
Taylor is one of the estimated 100,000 individuals suffering from Sickle Cell Disease (SCD).

This article was inspired by numerous reports circulating online regarding the disappearance of more than 64,000 African American females throughout the country. I witnessed a tell-tale sign of this epidemic firsthand after stumbling upon a group of teenage sex workers making their rounds on Western Ave. (South Los Angeles). After surveilling these young women and the manner in which they interacted with solicitors, I immediately contacted my editor to discuss writing their story.
On that day, I saw at least six or seven teenage African American females walking southbound in pastel colored undergarments. They looked so young.

Christmas draws near, arguably the holiest of holidays second only to Easter Sunday, faithful servants of the Lord will flock to their respective houses of worship to give thanks to all that God has blessed them with during the year,

With the recent death of Fidel Castro, it is well worth reviewing the impact this dictator had on people of African descent in Africa, the Caribbean and the United States.
Born in August 1926, in Birán, Oriente, Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz, was the son of a nouveau riche sugarcane farm owner originally from Galicia, Spain. Growing into adulthood, Castro adopted leftist anti-imperialist politics while studying law at the University of Havana.

With the recent death of Fidel Castro, it is well worth reviewing the impact this dictator had on people of African descent in Africa, the Caribbean and the United States.

I decided to write this letter to tell you guys, first and foremost, that I love you. As I sat down to write this, I realized that I have not told you how much I love you since you were pre-teens. Fathers will often neglect telling their sons “I love you.” We will, however, express how proud we are of your grades in school or your performance in sports, etc., but many of us are conditioned or refrain from using the word “love,” when it comes to our sons. I cannot explain why, other than to say that we wish to meet all of your needs and most of your wants, and we shower you with whatever gifts we can afford to give you. Maybe we feel in doing so, our actions symbolize the love we have for you.

I decided to write this letter to tell you guys, first and foremost, that I love you. As I sat down to write this, I realized that I have not told you how much I love you since you were pre-teens. Fathers will often neglect telling their sons “I love you.” We will, however, express how proud we are of your grades in school or your performance in sports, etc., but many of us are conditioned or refrain from using the word “love,” when it comes to our sons. I cannot explain why, other than to say that we wish to meet all of your needs and most of your wants, and we shower you with whatever gifts we can afford to give you.

True Story: Twenty years ago I was invited to a Christmas party given by a King Drew pharmacist who graduated from Crenshaw High School in the 1980s. The house was filled with medical professionals, as well as former alumni of Crenshaw and Dorsey. As one of the Crenshaw alumni who invited me introduced me to one of her former classmates, she jokingly pointed to me and said, “He went to Jeff.”