All Good Things…

by Marcus Harrison Green

Dear South Seattle,

There’s a Mary Oliver quote that always resonated with me: “to live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.”

I feel every one of those words today. After four years, my time with the South Seattle Emerald will be coming to an end at the beginning of next month. I’ve accepted an offer from The Seattle Times to become their South King County Metro Reporter.

The decision was one of the hardest of my adult life. I’ve overseen every story ever published on this site. I’ve depleted my savings to get it off the ground, and I’ve sacrificed friends and personal goals to make the Emerald my life.

But that’s what you do when you love something as much as I love the Emerald and the community it covers. However, the time is right to hand over the reins to a new Editor-in-Chief and our exemplary board.

My decision is two-fold. As much as the Emerald has been gratifying – as much as I wouldn’t trade any moment of these last four years – nurturing it, managing it, writing for it, fundraising and eating, sleeping and breathing the Emerald has taken a toll.

It hasn’t allowed for much-needed maintenance of self or authentically showing up to important relationships in my life that I’ve let deteriorate because of a lack of awareness and empathy. A recent situation reminded me that there are moments you get so lost in the work that you lose yourself, leaning too heavily on some people and not enough on others, unable to value either for their true worth until it’s too late.

It’s also the fact that I want to give back a little bit of my life to myself and my family. My grandfather Lenny, whom I never met, dreamed of being a writer and the first Black journalist at the Chicago Tribune. He spent five years working on a book that he submitted to a publisher. He never heard back from them, but a year later, he saw his work in a bookstore, with a white writer’s name and picture on it.

He let that destroy his life and his dreams. He turned to alcohol and left my grandmother and my then-2-year-old mother to fend for themselves, eventually drinking himself to death after a tortured life.

Before she passed, my grandmother said I’d fulfill what he didn’t. I’d become what he threw away. She said I’d write for a big city paper one day, a generation atoning for the one before. And she was right.

The position will not only be for our region’s largest paper, but also allow me to continue to be embedded in South King County, telling the stories of the chronically uncovered.

As for the Emerald? It’s not going anywhere. For the first time ever, we have a board at full strength, with an amazing array of talents who, along with our soon-to-be-announced interim Editor-in-Chief, will help produce some of the finest storytelling we’ve ever done.

I want to personally thank all who have served on the Emerald’s Board: Dominique Scalia, Devin Chicras, Alan Preston, Bridgette Hempstead, Nick Patterson, Ijeoma Oluo, Maia Segura, Dominic Smargiassi, Andrew Johnston, Emanuel da Silva, and Jovelle Tamayo.

And an immense debt of gratitude to our first Executive Director Marilee Jolin who’s more responsible for the Emerald’s continued existence than she’s given credit for. Additional gratitude to Regent Brown and Reagan Jackson who are more responsible for the Emerald’s commitment to this community than most know.

We also have a broad community of people who are stepping up operationally to make sure the Emerald isn’t only dependent upon one person.

All that’s missing from the Emerald is you. We need you to step up as Rainmakers, if this is going to be a successful transition, and if the Emerald is going to thrive after I depart.

I have no doubts that it will, because in these past four years, while I was couchsurfing, when I temporarily didn’t have a place to stay, only had enough money to buy one meal a day, and when we were a hair’s breadth from closing our doors, because of a lack of funds, it has always been this community who has rallied for us.

The Emerald is not mine and it never was. Nor does it belong to the board, or our advertisers. It belongs to you.

Take care of it. Nurture it. Create it. Own it as your own.

As for me, I’ll be sure to write. You do the same.



Featured image by Hannah Letinich

4 thoughts on “All Good Things…”

  1. WOW!

    With tears in my eyes, I congratulate you on what you have achieved with the Emerald – and on securing a position with the Seattle Times, to which I have subscribed forever. I have totally appreciated what you have done for this city and the south end with the Emerald, and look forward to many more by-lines and great journalism.

    All the best to you. I look forward to seeing you in the neighborhood.


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  2. Marcus — I met you last week in the hall at the AFP Advancement NW Forum on Strategic Fundraising where you spoke on Thursday morning and made me and the whole room jump to our feet. I live here in SE Seattle and feel so proud for you and of the whole Emerald community. But to learn that you got hired for this amazing job — and that you will be there representing and telling great stories — makes me so danged happy, I can’t tell you. I want to thank you for showing me what real presence and honest story telling looks like and for encouraging me and so many with your example. May you thrive and recover and feel renewed in your new adventure.
    With deepest respect — Andrea John-Smith

  3. Alvin L.A. Horn – BIO Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn has lived and breathed the Northwest air and floated in all the nearby rivers streams leading the Pacific Ocean. As in the writings of Hemmingway, and poetry of Langton Hughes, and novels of Walter Mosley their writings are all the byproduct of their youthful environments and travels. Alvin’s African American experiences in his Emerald City background shines through in his poetry, short stories and novels. Growing up in the "liberal on the surface" Seattle lifestyle, Alvin experienced seeing Black people with jobs, who could go most places, and had no stereotypical ghettos. He feels his writing was triggered by his mother sending him to the library when she placed him "on restriction, often for daydreaming in school.” He also credits the "little gray-haired white lady, the librarian," for introducing him to the likes of Richard Wright and Zora Neale Hurston. Upon reading the work of Nikki Giovanni Alvin knew he wanted to be a writer of love stories and poetry. “Some of my erotic writing imagination came from my dad leaving Playboy magazines in a not so secret place. My friends fixated the pictures, but me I just read the stories, most of the time.” Alvin also had a storied athletic career as an athlete and coach and as a musician; the knowledge and talent from those backgrounds shows in his writings. Alvin played sports at the University of New Mexico in the mid70’s, and had short sports career after college. Before launching his writing career there was a fifteen-year stint in the aerospace industry. For the last fifteen-years he has worked in the field of education; teaching life-skills, poetry and creative writing, while working with at-risk kids. Alvin is a highly acclaimed spoken word artist which has allowed him to travel and promote his art of words. He has balanced his writing career alongside doing voice-overs for radio and TV, music, video, and movie productions, and acting. His writings have appeared in many periodicals ranging from fiction to erotica. Alvin is all over Northwest reciting poetry and playing stand-up bass at different venues, but does love Houston, Hot-lanta, Vegas, Vancouver B.C., and most parts of California, and New York. Most of all he loves being on the back deck of his house boat writing love poetry and stories
    Alvin L. A. Horn says:

    No matter where or when I hope to have many insightful conversations in the future with you my brother.

  4. I’ve been following your work since you worked for League of Women Voters WA. I know you will be missed here, but I also know you will be a welcome voice at the Seattle Times. Thank you for all you have done for Seattle and the greater Northwest. Pat Dickason