A couple of years ago, during my stint working for a clean energy non-profit in Washington, D.C., I went out for happy hour after work at a local bar on M Street called the 1831 Bar &
In 1955, a Mississippi white woman accused a 14 year old black boy from Chicago of groping her sexually and looking at her menacingly.
I’ve genuinely neglected this blog. And truthfully, it’s been to my own detriment. There’s tremendous value in putting your thoughts in writing –
Some political topics and proposals can be so incredibly interesting in that they can often split supposed value-based coalitions and alliances come Election Day.
In real life – during those middle chapters of your autobiography – people don’t stick with you during the repeated failures.
I have failed.
I suppose I mean that in both the macro sense – I think we’ve all failed at something at some point in our lives,
Comedian D. L. Hughley recently released an extraordinarily poignant (if not admittedly vulgar) book about the expectations that mainstream American society has imposed on African-Americans as the standard way to act if black folks want to get treated “fairly”
Today’s news coverage has been dominated by the revelatory nature of the most recent Omarosa Manigault-Newman’s recordings with Donald Trump’s campaign and administration staff and a how the president has decided to respond to them (and for the record,
Tonight, CNN aired it’s latest episode of “The 2000s,” the latest decade the news network has profiled since starting with “The 1960s”