Fairwell to a King

Early yesterday morning news began to spread throughout St. Louis’ social media circles that the life of Activist Darren “King D” Seals had been taken. The details of his demise are not what’s important but more so what he stood for. Details surrounding his untimely death can be found here http://www.nytimes.com/2016/09/07/us/ferguson-protest-leader-darren-seals-found-dead-in-vehicle.html?_r=0. screen-shot-2016-09-06-at-9-04-25-pm

I knew Darren personally and was often in complete awe of his conversation and his knowledge. He was passionate and driven for the causes he supported. We didn’t always see eye to eye but none the less my respect for him was real. Those who knew Darren and those who knew of him are in mourning, Saint Louis, Missouri is in mourning as we try to understand the who and the why. We lost one of our own and we can’t seem to grasp a complete understanding, so instead of claiming conspiracy theories and guesses. He stood with the family of slain teen Mike Brown in Ferguson, he would get off work from his job at General Motors and help find lost children, he was a man for his community. Today all I can do is  simply offer my condolences to a man who stood for what he believed in, fought those who were afraid to fight for themselves and was a man of many words. As well as to his mother and younger brother of whom he dedicated his life.

A true King who joined a fight that those who followed alongside him will continue.  Rest in Power King Darren, you may now take your rightful place among those like you. Your legacy will forever be remembered and the fight for justice will continue. You are loved dear heart!


“The Price of Freedom is Death.”~Malcolm X



By the Numbers

*This is part one of a two part series. I have written about the violence in my hometown of St. Louis, Missouri for a very long time. I have been an advocate for victims of violence since the murder of my childhood friend in late 2006. So this is nothing new for me and I am not jumping on the band wagon. Being a voice for those who have been victimized is my purpose and I fully intend to walk in it.*

“When you tell YOUR story, YOU hold your own pen. Don’t let anyone write YOUR story!~Tracy Martin

As an ROTC flight commander in high school I remember calling cadence, and there were a few cadence we would do so “by the numbers”. I also remember during my time spent in the Army our drill sergeants also called cadence “by the numbers”. I’m sure you are like what in the world is she getting at with this? It will all make sense momentarily I promise.

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