John W. Fountain
Two reporters set out to mark their journey, covering every march in Chicago over 12 hot and muggy weeks.
If we stand divided, divided we will keep falling.
China’s presence here in Ghana is as conspicuous. It makes me reflect on the presence of outsiders in Black communities back in America.
In a way, despite my initial shock of where I found myself in Ghana, I felt oddly at home.
Barely a day goes by when I am not slapped with a reminder of my status, granted by my American passport and my Ghanaian visa. I am detectable by the Uber or taxi driver, the airport security guard, by the clerk at a mall clothing store.
The fortitude, sense of community, respect for their fellow man, and work ethic of Ghanaians reminds me of how “we” used to be in America.
“The Hunt for the Chicago Strangler” on Discovery+ is, in some ways, an indictment of police and city officials, and perhaps against anyone who has turned a deaf ear to this tragedy that occurred beneath our noses.
There is something about this place that captivates my heart, soul and mind.
I left Ghana, vowing to someday return. During this trip, I intend to write dispatches from Ghana and other African nations. Stories, filled with the faces and sights and sounds of places I encounter.