The Community, by Jamiyla Chisholm

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.  I think I read that somewhere… and so it is with this book. In the 1990s I flew home to Putnam Country, Georgia as often as I could to visit my sick mother.  She had fallen severely ill and her inability to move briskly about as I had always known her was a huge challenge to my spirit; I can only imagine how it must have troubled hers. On one of these visits an older brother informed me that a nation of black folks calling themselves Nuw...