Brother, Sister, Do You Know Who You Are?

Birmingham writer Marie Sutton's plea to her community from the "Birmingham News"
LINK To "B,ham News" essay

I love black people, my people, but some of us are lost. It's as if we are sleepwalking, traveling through life without a compass. And I am convinced it is because we don't know who we are.

Don't get me wrong; I don't think I am any better than the people I saw that day. And they, by no means, represent all black people. They are, however, a segment of our community that deserves our attention and care because they are sick, suffering from spiritual amnesia and totally clueless about the greatness that lies within them. From the linked essay by Sutton