Trumpet Newsmagazine | April Issue

DR. JEREMIAH WRIGHT:
INDUCTED INTO THE HALL OF RESISTANCE

Rev. Dr. Jeremiah A. Wright, Jr.
The “Hall of Resistance” is a Hall of Fame where African and African American heroes and sheroes are recognized by the living veterans of the March from Montgomery to Selma (The “Bloody Sunday” veterans). The celebration is held at the foot of the Edmund Pettus Bridge, at the museum, and my name now joins the name of Queen Mother Mary Moore, Haki Madbubuti, Kwame Nkrumah, Dr. Iva Carruthers, John Henrik Clarke, Randall Robinson, Asa Hilliard, Kwame Touré, and many, many others.. >MORE IN THE APRIL ISSUE

SURVIVING SEXUAL ABUSE AND THE CHURCH’S RESPONSE

Donna L. Hammond
I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. There, I said it! Saying those words has freed me to have open conversations —not about being a “victim,” but rather, a “survivor.”It is during these conversations, I learned there are many who have survived being sexually abused as children and who look to the church to offer a sacred space and opportunity to share their experiences, but cannot, because it just isn’t talked about. The National Clearinghouse on Family Violence uses the term “survivor,” instead of the term, “victim,” because a person has survived the effects of childhood sexual abuse. The word “survivor” gives power and recognizes the strength of those who have survived. >MORE IN THE APRIL ISSUE 

WHAT’S IN A NAME: CHANGING HAITI’S NAME CHANGES ITS DESTINY

Marjorie Clark
As a child, I remember thinking Haiti was almost non-existent, a non-country to the rest of the world. I can’t quite understand why I had this perception so early in my childhood. I remember feeling this way as young as four years old, and, to be honest, I carried a sense of shame about my heritage for many years to come. I couldn’t say why I felt this way, because my parents were and are very proud Haitian people. I still love my Haitian rice and beans, and I am captivated by our perseverance and sense of kindness. Looking back, I think my desire to not be different consumed me. It’s not easy being the first daughter of first generation immigrants. >MORE IN THE APRIL ISSUE