A riot is the [voice] language of the unheard. Why would King make such a flaming statement? It is a statement laced with truth yet sacrificing itself on the alter of critique. Often truth can be so enlightening that awakes the very darkness that lies dormant within us. We all have had moments when our voices have been silenced for one reason or another. Sometimes causing us to restructure our very essence in order to live peaceably within our everyday space. 


Being unheard moves one to silence in a way that “feels un-natural.” I am not speaking of natural in a sense of nature but in a sense of undoing. When you have been silenced because you feel like you are unheard it starts an explosion that is going to erupt or irrupt. 


It feels like stress but it is an un-doing. What is being produced is the skill to hear and see more because now you are forced into the posture as the watcher. Speech is secondary within this skillset but seeing and hearing becomes the optimum resources. When you are not use to being silent it appears to manifest as stress. Yet it is not stress, it is just an unfamiliar space. Being unheard, or, in similar fashion, being ignored, makes one feel as if they have been silenced. This silence or un-doing awakens the body because other senses are forced to sharpen their appeal.

SILENCE is slow.

A riot is the [voice] language of the unheard and a riot happens with excessive speed. If you do not control the outcome of the silence it will lead to a riot. Once that riot jumps off the outcome may have catastrophic outcomes. It is too late to try to tame the riot after it has started.   

silence is slow 


I am convinced every PhD student has quit at least once, if not once a day…

I started a PhD program around 2018 with the expectation that the world would open up for the young Black brother from the south exploring theological terrains. It was a quest that was far beyond anything that I would have imagined. The fear of being looked upon as being the dummy in the room was a real thing; the fear of your work being rejected; and, the fear of failing. All of these things were normal occurrences as I talked with my colleagues and fellow PhD classmates— “We all had our moments where we felt insufficient.

The obtaining of a PhD is the art of crafting a masterpiece that you have yet to fully grasped its intention.

The obstacles that evolve become opportunities to excavate the archive known as your soul. I am not sure if one obtains or completes a PhD as much as they craft an experience that is symbolized by a degree and a transcript.

I am convinced every PhD student has quit at least once, if not once a day…