— Remembering Katrina — i still hear her name like a hymn hummed under breath, like mama’s hands shaking a tambourine while the water kept rising. streets turned to seas, and we learned how to pray with our lips pressed against rooftops, calling God by every name we knew. they said “natural disaster” like it wasn’t levees breaking under the weight of neglected promises, like it wasn’t Black bodies stranded in a country that claimed to love them. we carried our dead in memory and our living in plastic bags, we stitched our faith from wet photographs and missing names, built new songs out of sirens and screams no one came to answer. and still— we remember how the sun returned, how brass horns rose from broken porches, how a second line led us back to breath, how we danced barefoot in borrowed streets, telling the world we are here, we are always here, we are more than their forgetting. Katrina tried to drown us, but couldn’t. America tried to erase us, but didn’t. and the river, still swollen with memory, carries our names like a prayer no one can silence. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #HurricaneKatrina #Katrina20 #NAACP #ClimateAction

I brought #MsJannie a walker and stopped by her house today to make sure she was straight #RickeySmiley