Why I want to write “When Black was Beautiful”

I’m used to reading books about slavery. Growing up as a black girl in the western world (I was born in London, England before I moved to Canada when I was nine), I was desperate to see myself in any form of literature or media, and most of the time that translated to feature films… Continue reading Why I want to write “When Black was Beautiful”


“There has never been a time when black was beautiful. Least of all now.”  # The year is 1965. The Jim Crow Laws have finally ended, and Bourbons Academy for the children of the rich and powerful is forced to accept its first batch of dark skinned students. But the Academy isn’t about to let… Continue reading WHEN BLACK WAS BEAUTIFUL