I would like to say, “Thanks for giving voice to a serious issue!, for all who has said something, took to the streets, wrote letters, and educated others about this mistreatment of BLM!”
Someday! I pray on this day. We can come together and be on one accord. One accord in our families, in our churches, in our community, on our jobs, in the boardroom, state capitals, and Capital Hill. One day we can truly beleive One Nation, indivisible, with Liberty, and Justice for all. Not JustUS but justice.
One day, we will see the man in the mirror. One day we will learn to love, care, and share and be kind to one another.
Not Until BLM can we say All lives matter. We can’t leave out BL. We can’t exclude an entire race of people. A people who built this land. A people who hasn’t turned on anyone, but within. A people who are misunderstood, misguided, by institutional racism and institutional rape. Yes, we have some woke folks. The majority of the ones who are woke make a statement comment and go inside of their comfy homes.
Let’s address what’s taking place in the woke people neighborhoods. I can speak on it, because I live right here. Ride up and sown our streets. You will see blocks of tents with our people live inside of them. Our children, our mothers, our fathers, our elderly living in bondage like the children of Jericho. I pray one day God will let our people go. Don’t think for one chance. You have arrived.
I haven’t forgot about my ancestors. I haven’t forgot!
About Me
One day, I woke up and decided to share my thoughts.
What began as a quiet release became a rhythm — and eventually, a calling.
My name is Ethel Rene’e Darnell, a fourth-generation Oaklander rooted in history, resilience, and perspective. I’ve been blogging since 2018, using my platform as a space to reflect, question, process, and tell the truth — even when it’s uncomfortable.
I am the mother of a remarkable 35-year-old son and the proud grandmother of a brilliant 12-year-old granddaughter. Watching two generations grow in real time has deepened my understanding of legacy, responsibility, and the power of example. Motherhood shaped me. Grandmotherhood refined me.
Travel stretches my thinking and feeds my soul. In 2019, I explored Haiti, Spain, France, and Italy — each country imprinting something different on my spirit. Still, no matter how far I journey, I always return to the water. The ocean restores me. Its rhythm reminds me to breathe, to trust, to release.
I hold a Master’s degree in Public Administration with a specialization in Public Management and Policy Analysis. Strategy lives in my mind. Storytelling lives in my heart.
This blog is where those worlds meet.
Here, I write about personal reflection, social issues, business insight, mindset shifts, caregiving, growth, and the untold stories that often go unheard. I don’t write for noise. I write for clarity. I write because words have power — to heal, to disrupt, to awaken, and to connect.
This is not just a blog.
It’s lived experience.
It’s perspective earned over time.
It’s truth — unfiltered.
Welcome to my world.
I’m grateful you’re here.
Ethel Mindset 