Lunch with Andy Warhol. Some thirteen years later, after the Fair, I was invited to join a half-a-dozen hip, arty, New York types for a midday meal with Andy Warhol. I pride myself on a surefire, rock hard memory. My mind's eye never lets me down.
This past weekend, hundreds took to the streets of Ferguson, Missouri in continued protests, forums, and demonstrations seeking justice for Mike Brown and other victims as part of the highly organized Ferguson October weekend of civil disobedience.
American society has progressed in many ways since 1964, and much of that progress stems directly from the Civil Rights Act. But we've lost something profound as well, particularly in the way our government functions.
While black Americans waged a death-defying struggle for their full humanity, leading religious figures in Mississippi lent their pens to the cause of white supremacy and white congregations affirmed the virtues of segregation.
How could an innocent baby be held accountable for the actions -- or lack of actions -- of some stupid adult? There was some mistake. Nervously I stood and I asked, "Sister, are you sure this is right? I know God wouldn't do this."