The bloodline of March 6th

The bloodline of March 6th

As a young man, I sat at the feet of my grandparents, listening to the rhythmic cadence of their voices as they spoke of heroes. In those moments, I didn’t just hear names; I felt the presence of giants. I grew up believing these men were “superheroes,” men who stood up when the world expected them to kneel.

By Deborah Okailey Quarcoo