Friday, August 15, 2014

2014 and Ignorance: Michael Brown

22 years ago, I elected to attend college.  I could have easily selected a different life, yet I did not.  I wanted to finish college, get married, and have a baby.  When I read about Michael Brown's death as well as other black men, that were murdered by the police in 2014, I could not help but think, "I could have a son that is between the ages of 18-22.  The police could have called my home and informed me that my baby was dead."

Silence.  I cannot help but think of NWA's hit, "F**k the Police" and the backlash that the rap group received for defaming the police.  In 2014, that song's lyrics are still powerful, especially amongst the African American community.

Brown's death hits close to home.  Today, I had a conversation with a dear friend. A part of me was in shock; however, I had to remember that I reside in Phoenix, Arizona.  While shopping at Fry's Marketplace last night, she overheard a Caucasian mother stating that she was happy that her biracial children would never endure a death like Michael Brown's.  We live in a predominantly white community, and unfortunately, many of the residents believe that we reside in a post racial society.  Some of the black residents, also, feel the same way.  The Caucasian mother, also, admitted that she was confident that this would not occur, because her children reside in Ahwatukee.  It is 2014, and this "parent" was oblivious to who Emmitt Till was; for lack of better words, my friend had to "check" her. This is the same community where white mothers, when registering their biracial children for school in the Kyrene School District (as shared with me by former 
Kyrene school administrators and current Kyrene School educators), select the "White" box on the school application.


Pray for our nation.  Pray especially for Arizona. 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Teacher, You Didn't Want Me Looking?: Where Do You Draw the Line?

This story has me speechless:

I am praying for Lakeshia Jones, and I am especially praying for AND lighting a series of candles for Ms. Jones's former students and their parents.

Sunday, August 3, 2014


On August 2, 2004, I walked into LAEB (it will always be LAEB to me rather than Beering Hall) as Cicely Denean Cobb, and I walked out Cicely Denean Cobb, Ph.D. It was the happiest moment of my life. I will never forget how Janet Alsup opened the door and said, "Congratulations, Dr. Cobb!" It's hard to believe that 10 years have gone by. I "floated" to the school's hotel, called my dad, and said, "It's OVER." We were both on the phone crying.

I am forever indebted to my dissertation committee and close friends.

Getting a Ph.D. is such a test of faith. Graduate school will take you to the breaking point, and it takes a strong person and a great support team not to snap.

I am thankful for my parents who helped me achieve this accomplishment. Thank you, Mildred D. Taylor for your wonderful, family stories.

I am thankful for Purdue University and the strength that you equipped me with.

Boiler UP!