By Micha Green
AFRO D.C. Editor
For a go-getter reporter, ultimate extrovert there was nothing more challenging than being ordered to stay-at-home. Then add instances of racism and police brutality, heightened responsibilities, family and friends passing, broken romantic and friendly relationships, severe IBS (referred to by some doctors as mild Crohn’s disease), germaphobia and reporting in the COVID-covered streets and you have the anxiety and trials that plagued my 2020- but God. As cliche as the saying, “but God,” may be for some people, Biblically and theologically the phrase is a sign of God’s glory shining in the midst of storms, and despite 2020’s extreme devastation, I witnessed the beauty and gift of The Creator’s grace and abundant blessings. Although for the most time the thoughts were fleeting, there were times I wanted to give up, but experiences far beyond my own cunning crafting happened that showed me God’s mercy and love and kept me going. I won in 2020, because I kept the faith and continued fighting.
Not that any discussion of challenges should turn into a truma party, but I am quite aware that I did not have it nearly as bad as many others did in 2020. More than three-hundred thousand Americans have died from COVID-19, many people lost close family members suddenly, or could not properly bury them because of the pandemic’s threat. Millions lost their jobs and semblances of stability, others were displaced, some learned the truth about lies in long marriages and parents became full-time teachers. The world witnessed several instances of racism and police brutality play out on camera and in racist courts, and lost cultural icons such as actor Chadwick Boseman, politician and Civil Rights leader John Lewis and basketball star Kobe Bryant. It’s been a tough year.
As an empath it was easy to take on the pain of 2020’s trials and just give up- lose all the motivation to work hard,or fight for respect as a Black woman in a country that I felt cared nothing about me. However the dark despair and gloom that sometimes shrouded my thoughts, were always cleared by the positivity of witnessing blessings in my life and in others’. There was always encouragement to keep fighting..
With the AFRO, in 2020 I landed some of the best interviews I’ve ever had with people such as the Rev. Al Sharpton (twice), Gospel singer Richard Smallwood, and actors Clarke Peters and T.C. Carson. I witnessed my granddaddy, an extraordinary man who is also named one of the Smithsonian’s Grandfather’s of Computers and whose life is a daily reminder for me of God’s blessings, turn 90 years old. I saw my youngest nephew graduate college. I stood by my nephew, who is more functionally like my brother, as he took vows to become a priest in the Episcopal church. My cousin, who is more like a sister, was engaged at one of our favorite places on earth- The Wizarding World of Harry Potter- and I stood by her side as maid of honor on 10.10.20, a date we referred to as “God’s Timing.” Then on Dec. 12 (12.12), I was right next to my mother when she received the call she was elected the 13th Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Chicago- the first woman and Black person to hold that position.
I was meant to be there, take part in and experience each of these moments, and despite COVID- concerns, layers of PPE and social distance impacting many of these instances, they were all so special, inspiring, purposeful and fulfilling.
In 2020, God made me a stronger fighter, a better leader, even more devoted to my family and friends and a walking testament to His glory and grace.