Social media is good at making ghosts, the remnants of our loved ones, all the profiles I follow of people who are no longer with us. Almost all of them Black. How the names that have been rendered hashtags now haunt us. As James Baldwin says, "the corpses of your brothers and your sisters pile up around you..." I believe in the importance of listening to ghosts. That we must build on what they have given us, our ghosts, our loved ones. Too often, in the mad rush to being brand new, we fall into traps that have been set long before we were born. The seduction of easy victories and slogans tied with neat bows. Traps that we were warned of by Ida B. Wells, Bayard Rustin, Pauli Murray, Baldwin and all of our other ghosts. Let us ask ourselves why some voices are printed on t-shirts and others are lost. Why Genet's vision of the Panthers has wider renown than Hansberry's Sojourners for Truth and Justice? Why we know Langston's "dream deferred" and not his Good Morning Revolution? Or Douglass' "inscribed upon all the powers...of her soul?" Or countless other prayers, intercessions given to us by our saints, and desperately in need of remembering.