Dr. Mustafa Santiago Ali 🤙🏾✊🏾

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“the good ones die too young” [For My Brother Malcolm-Jamal Warner] they say time heals but time been lyin’— been stretchin’ out grief like old jazz cryin’ on a dusty record player in a room that don’t forget. you walked like purpose, talked like poems, wore your skin like…

“the way to sesame” you ask me, child, how to get to sesame street— where colors danced and kindness had feet, where the alphabet sang and monsters were sweet, where every soft soul had a front-row seat. but they cut the cords, closed the gate, turned laughter into a budget…

“you are enough” don’t let the silence trick you— you been whole since birth, braided in brilliance, birthed from black earth & stardust prayers your grandmama whispered over collard greens & candles. you are the poem before it’s written, the answer to a question this world…

wordinblack.com/2025/07/we-car… They try to erase us—our stories, our elders, our joy. But every Black family reunion is a rebellion. A sanctuary. A sermon. A memory made flesh. Trump’s policies may cut budgets—but they can’t cut our roots. This is more than BBQ. This is legacy. This is…

“Family Reunion” bring a chair, baby— the folding kind, the holdin’-on kind. somebody’s grillin’ ribs, somebody’s spillin’ truth. grandma’s smile is an altar, & uncle june’s spades talk still split time like old baptist sermons. we gather not just to eat but to remember— who we…

“Baldwin Was Right” they don’t need ropes when they’ve got red tape— laws that starve, rules that rape the dignity from a mother’s plate. they call it reform— we call it a noose, tightened with every budget excuse. today, the lynching’s neat: paper trails instead of…

“Still We Pray” i was not born to write elegies for little girls who should be braiding constellations into each other’s hair but here i am— fingertips trembling, dragging ink like lifeboats across the page they told me the water came like a sermon but no god i know would steal…

“freer because of us —july 4th, with memory in my mouth—” i don’t light fireworks i light candles for crispus & kin— Black breath blown into battles they weren’t meant to win. they called it revolution but asked us to wait told us freedom was coming just show up late. but we…

Let's save some lives: wordinblack.com/2025/06/extrem… Trump’s “Big Beautiful Bill,” eliminates needed programs and resources to keep people safe from #ExtremeHeat. In the last decade, heat waves cost us $1.1 TRILLION and 21,500 lives. But sure, let’s keep debating if climate emergencies…

“black boys ain’t meant to vanish” tamir was a name before it was a hashtag. was a laugh before it was a lesson. was twelve— not a prophet, not a threat, just a kid with a toy & a country that never learned to love Black joy. they shot first— like god ain’t watching, like…

Everyone, please be careful and check on loved ones! Extreme heat is the deadliest weather-related threat in America, causing more annual deaths than hurricanes, tornadoes, and floods combined, especially impacting vulnerable communities. Instead of cutting funding for protective…

“this too shall pass,” auntie said, stirring truth into her tea— but not without us. not without feet in the street, mouths wide with no more, hearts loud as drums that won’t stop beating ‘til justice opens the door. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry

“When life becomes as disposable as a trigger pull or a bomb drop, we are no longer a society — we are a machine built for mourning. But every march, every mural, every melody is proof we haven’t surrendered our soul.” ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Life #Healing #Humanity

61 years ago today, the Klan murdered three civil rights workers in Mississippi. One of them was a childhood friend. I'd like to share what he meant to me.

My latest article on #Juneteenth has been released. I hope it is enlightening and a blessing to those who read it. Juneteenth: The Freedom We Knew, the Truth They Couldn’t Handle - By: Dr. Mustafa Santiago Ali @WordInBlack (wordinblack.com/2025/06/june...)

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world won’t just know peace— it’ll breathe again. No more boots on necks, bombs in skies, or borders drawn in blood. Just humanity, finally choosing heart over empire.” #Peace #Truth #RevolutionOfLove

This is an appeal to those of us who are old enough to remember Civil Rights leader Medgar Evers, and his assassination. I realize that “history” I take for granted at age 77, because I lived through it, doesn’t exist for far too many of our younger folks.