8 years ago today…

Today is The Korner’s 8th birfday. And it has been five years since I have written on this special day. But with everything that’s going on, and everything that has transpired since, this post is a must. So here we go…

For those of you who are unfamiliar with my story, I will fill you in real quick. I started Kassie Nette’s Korner because I wanted to have my own place to talk about sports. At the time, I was engulfed in the life of being under employed. I was working in retail management while trying to revamp my career path. I have always been passionate about sports and was being encouraged by many to re-enter into the industry. Having previously worked in the North Carolina State University Athletic Department for five years, I assumed securing a job would be easy.

Nope.

No one was interested in hiring a black woman who held a master’s in Parks, Recreation and Tourism Management with a concentration in Sports Management who had previously been employed in various capacities for one of the nation’s premier athletic departments. Frustrated and baffled but not deterred, I became tired of waiting for an opportunity. So, I created my own.

And that’s how The Korner was born.

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#TheLastDance

Seven years ago, ESPN debuted a documentary that was met by a level of excitement within me that hadn’t been witnessed before.

It was based on a story in which I had a lot of familiarity. It was based on a story that I’d had the privilege of discussing with many who played intricate roles in the outcome. It was a story that found itself at the forefront every March. And it is a story that always tugged at the heartstrings of graduates of my alma mater.

It was the story of the North Carolina State University 1983 Men’s Basketball Team. And their destiny that culminated with them doing what others thought was impossible to capture a national championship that is still talked about decades later.

Before then, my level of excitement about a documentary hadn’t been matched. Since then, it hadn’t been matched.

Until last year.

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Free At Last: Lexington native embraces change, advocates for inmates

…thankful to put pen to paper for this one…

Two weeks ago I had the privilege to interview Mr. Matthew Charles – the man who made international headlines after he was ordered to return to federal prison after spending 20 years incarcerated. It’s an honor to profile Mr. Matthew who is easily one of the most humble, memorable and remarkably wise persons I’ve ever met. He’s on a mission to bring to light the injustices of the “justice system” and change the narrative for the voiceless who are caught up in the wave of incapacitation everyday. Welcome home, Mr. Matthew! To God be the glory!

https://www.the-dispatch.com/news/20190503/lexington-native-embraces-change-advocates-for-inmates

 

Why I: Love Being Black

Say it loud – I’M BLACK and I’M PROUD!!

Other than the phrases, “God is good,”

or

“Pizza is from Heaven”

or

“I have the best family and friends ever,” no truer words have ever been spoken.

Today, is the last day of Black History Month. Today marks the culmination of a push across America to squeeze in as much information into the minds of those who will listen about the contributions of black people in America. While today signifies the end of the collective focus, spanning various races, it does not signify the end of the cycle to educate, highlight and uncover facts that need not be ignored.

But that’s not why I’m here.

I could go on and on about the lack of teaching when it comes to black history.

But that’s not why I’m here.

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Raw emotions: #RIPJemelRoberson

I am not even sure if I am mad.

I am not even sure if I am disgusted.

I honestly am not sure what my feelings are at the moment.

Maybe it is a combination. Or a culmination.

Whatever it is, I am tired of feeling it.

Jemel. Roberson.

Say his name.

Out. Loud.

Jemel. Roberson.

Now all I need to do is eliminate the space and period between his first and last name and add a #. After that, I am sure you will have already drafted the scenario.

Black man. White cop. Dead black body. Cop on leave. The end.

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Why black women across the world understood Serena’s soliloquy

*originally posted on Women AdvaNCe’s website*

As I sat and watched Serena fight back, tears formed in my eyes.

Her words were sharp.

Her eyes were piercing.

Her body language was stern.

She was fed up.

She’d had enough.

She was exhausted.

I’ve only played tennis maybe three times in my life yet I knew exactly what she was going through.

I felt her pain.

I understood her pain.

I knew her pain.

Simply because, I, too, am a black woman.

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Why I: Love the North Carolina Coast

Aye ya’ll.

I’m nervous.

Hurricane Florence has me on edge and as much as I have been praying that she will make a hard right turn and miss the U.S. completely, I have accepted the notion that its highly unlikely. Won’t stop me from praying though.

But yeah, I’m nervous. For all of us and especially for the coast of North Carolina.

See, the coast of North Carolina is very special to me. While many residents flock to Myrtle and Virginia Beach when given a chance to go sit by the Atlantic, I am always in a state of contemplation wondering how long it’s going to be before I can get back our coast.

I fell in love with Coastal NC at a young age, thanks to my mama. She has always believed in exposing me to new things and experiences and trips to the beach were no different. We spent many summers trekking down the highway to The Crystal Coast aka the Southern Outer Banks for fun, adventure and family time. Emerald Isle, Pine Knoll Shores and Atlantic Beach were our shores of choice.

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