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  • Writer's pictureDé Bryant, Ph.D.

Part I: Imagine the possibilities of a secret identity.

I had the chance to do just that on my recent trip to Japan. One student traveling with me was a dedicated anime fan. Her pencil drawing of my superhero alter ego is a champion of justice and truth. My other-me wields the power of sentient locs, spelled L-O-C-S so as not to be confused with hardware.

Here's where the mind movie has to pause for the Narrator. My 270-sentient l-o-c-s, motivated by righteous fury, are still attached to my one head.  I will be dragged along in a supporting role to change the very fabric of society. 

 [Whipcrack] Systemic barriers disintegrate, opening possibilities for all regardless of the shade of your skin nor the description of your gender identity. "Where they speak out for the privileges of a puny group, I shall shout for the rights of all mankind."  [Pauli Murray]

[Whipcrack ] Deep hatreds that have imprisoned generations of us into isolated states of the country called Oppression… dissolve. “If you want peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.”  [Archbishop Desmond Tutu]

[Whipcrack ] A woman and her kids all graduate the same day, she with a high school diploma and them with their bachelor's degrees. "We need to be taught to study rather than believe, to inquire rather than to affirm."  [Septima Clark]

My locs and I also bear witness to small, quiet victories. At times like these, they gather into hands, to reach out with the lightest touch, like a breeze slipping past a cheek.

[breeze] A child stands up to the bully posting hate-speak on her Facebook wall.

 [breeze] A mechanic fixes the brakes for half the estimate so a father has money for groceries after all. 

[breeze] Someone leaves an abusive partner for the last time. No more more broken bones. No more lies to the ER staff. Recovery and healing can begin.

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