The news today, as awful as it is, is a serious distraction.
The rich are getting richer by pressing their boots firmly against the necks of the poor and lower middle classâwidening the gap, silencing the struggle, and disguising oppression with headlines.
Back in the Great Depression, my grandparents didnât get a news flash.
They might have simply said:
- âTimes are hard.â
- âAinât no work.â
- âWeâre making do.â
- âThe store stopped carrying flour again.â
- âWeâre lucky to eat today.â
Sound familiar?
Our elders were already hustling. Black people were mistreated with cruelty baked into policy and culture. If they wanted to eat, they had to grow their own food. Fruit trees. Vines. Rows of vegetables. Chickens scratching in the yard. Survival wasnât theoreticalâit was practiced.
We can see the signs. And somewhere in our DNA, we know this rhythm:
Prepare nowâor starve tomorrow.
My siblings, cousins, and I heard the stories growing up. We saw the rituals of preparation, passed down like sacred survival spells. Extra cans hidden for emergencies. Food wrapped in napkins and tucked in purses. Plastic bags of pills stashed quietly.
That wasnât superstition. That was their PTSD.
They remembered. And they made sure we remembered.
So if youâre waiting for the headlines to call this the next Great Depression, donât.
They wonât. Not until our great-great-grandchildren read about it in sanitized textbooks.
This moment is history in real time.
Itâs not about panic. Itâs about power.
Grow. Save. Share. Build. Heal.
And never forget.

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