I write this before dawn inside of the Marcy Playground in Marcy Projects in my neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn. I decided to ride by multi gear road bike here to think. Not to think about how I got no sleep but about home and away. Home and away is what I struggle with today. How do I dare inspire young people, especially Americans to get passports and leave home when Projects such as Marcy, once home to Shawn Carter you know him as Jay-Z, still exist? With all the KONY talk I find myself at a perilous path where I must find a way to bridge the poles of home and away. I ask questions to myself like why do white people feel like they always have to come to the savior of brown people, especially Blacks? Fuck can’t we do our own saving? What was Jason Russell going through that he was naked in the street doing defensive slide drills? I am reminded of an axiom that goes “Serve on the upper and rule on the lower”, it is what the people I look up to throughout history have mastered. With Passport Project and all my efforts moving forward I pledge to do just that. If you catch me contradicted please call me out on it, I’m merely flesh and bone with some spirit mixed in somewhere.