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On a sunny South Georgia day while riding my bike in my neighborhood and quoting hip-hop lyrics as a boy, I was the target of a racist act. The only thing that I loved more than my blue Huffy BMX bike was hip-hop. Each day, I’d ride my bike and perform a cappella. On the day that I will never…

A Letter From Our Executive Director As a lifelong Georgian with generations of my family dating back to 1836 going from enslavement to sharecropping to professional occupations, I know full well the frustration that Americans are feeling about the senseless killings of black people. These past few months have been unprecedented. The global pandemic has blanketed us with loss, isolation,…