RACISM Archives - Ellen Morris Prewitt

Today, In Memphis

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 11, 2019. Posted in FASHION, General, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, RACISM. 4 Comments

Today, in Memphis, we met a fun new couple who have been leaders in Memphis for decades and live in our downtown neighborhood. How? We went to a coffee shop, in Memphis. Today, in Memphis, I had lunch where one of the most accomplished, energetic, enthusiastic women I’ve ever met, and we plotted to end homelessness and world domination...

A Writer’s Work

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 16, 2018. Posted in FASHION, General, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LAWYER, LOVE, RACISM, Writing. 6 Comments

In the last five days, I’ve: Approved the final back cover for MODEL FOR DECEPTION, my next and second novel I’ll be releasing, and worked with the graphics person on formatting its content and taming a Table of Contents that, when properly formatted, ran on for 5 pages….sheesh. Finished the final manuscript revisions to THE HART WOMEN, the...

Spilling Forth Your Talents

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 5, 2018. Posted in FASHION, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, RACISM, Writing. Leave a Comment

I’m working on it, I promise!!! (Photographed at The Buttercup, Bay St. Louis, Mississippi)

I Hear the Mississippi Summer Calling

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 3, 2018. Posted in General, LOVE, RACISM. 10 Comments

The smell of a Mississippi summer is a dirt and weed smell, hot and bitter and full of insect noises and blaring sunlight and popping grass seeds that scent the air black and loamy so that your mind wanders to your toes and the dirt below and the small things that crawl inside the cool dark earth. But, in a flash, the blazing sun will bring you...

#MLK50: No Neat Bow

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 5, 2018. Posted in LOVE, RACISM. 2 Comments

I spent yesterday at two different events. One was a service at Calvary Episcopal Church to dedicate a new marker on the site of Nathan Bedford Forrest’s slave market. The old marker referred to Forrest’s time in Memphis where his “business enterprises made him wealthy.” The old marker did not identify Forrest’s business as human trafficking—selling...

#MLK50: The Beloved Community

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 4, 2018. Posted in LOVE, RACISM. 4 Comments

“It is impossible for white Americans to grasp the depths and dimensions of the Negro’s dilemma without understanding what it means to be a Negro in America. Of course it is not easy to perform this act of empathy. Putting oneself in another person’s place is always fraught with difficulties. Over and over again it is said in...

#MLK50: A Hostile Land

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 3, 2018. Posted in General, RACISM. 5 Comments

In reading Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community, I was struck by Dr. King’s repeated point that, following the Civil War, the country released the formerly enslaved into the land of their oppressors. These men and women found themselves in the “territory of their enemies.” In their new life, they were financially dependent...

#MLK50: What was the Civil Rights Movement?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 2, 2018. Posted in General, RACISM. 7 Comments

Here in Memphis, we are about to roll from Holy Week and Easter Sunday into the 50th anniversary of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr’s assassination. In preparation for this, I’ve been reading Where Do We Go from Here, Dr. King’s last book published in 1968. This phrase—Where Do We Go from Here?—is the tag used by MLK50 for...

Activists Weren’t Born that Way

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 24, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, RACISM. 4 Comments

When I wear my Black Lives Matter t-shirt, I’m self-conscious at first then I forget about it until a middle-aged white man keeps staring or a woman my age stares and looks away and stares back to make sure she’s seen what she thinks she’s seen. And then I feel a bottomless well of pride for the activists who speak up and walk...

After a Year, Enough

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 10, 2017. Posted in FASHION, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, RACISM, Writing. 11 Comments

I have lived in shock for a year. I could not believe that a man who put himself at the center of the universe and tore down everyone around him in the ugliest manner possible had been elevated to the presidency. The vote of my fellow and sister Americans sanctioning his behavior felt like gaslighting, an attempt to convince me that all I saw...