Tony Kendall

The Black Pride flag that flies in my soul is still at half-staff in memoriam to the late Harry Belafonte, who died last month.

As I’ve often said on this page, I didn’t have to go looking for people to put on pedestals when I was a child. I was lucky enough to be born into a family and community that was chock-full of them. But when I did look, I gravitated towards people like Belafonte.

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