I Write with the Ancestors is a visual and lyrical tribute to the Black journalists who dared to bear witness, to tell the truth when silence was safer, and to speak for us—before others tried to speak for us.
The ancestors handed me more than a pen—they handed me responsibility.
Michael R. Bailey
From Ida B. Wells to Frederick Douglass to W.E.B. Du Bois, this piece honors those whose pens cut through oppression and carved out space for justice. Today, that legacy lives on through words still being written—through voices like mine, and perhaps, through yours.
I follow the path of those who wrote in defiance—so that I could write in freedom.
Michael R. Bailey
This poem is a reflection on what it means to inherit not just ink and paper, but purpose. It is a reminder that storytelling is resistance, and journalism—when rooted in truth and community—is sacred.
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