Urban teachers rarely hear a negative word by a student about their mother. These fathers echoed students' devotion to their mothers which serves as the "protected territory of the hearts, demilitarized zone in lives of conflict."
You don't know me, and perhaps you never will, but I want to say Thank You. Thank You for giving my daughter and the daughters of this world something to look forward too.
The 125 Anniversary celebration of Chicago's illustrious Auditorium Theater continued last month with a two-week residency of Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater. And boy was I ready.
We are hearing a great deal from those in our society who would like to turn the clock back on voting rights, civil rights, and the right to peaceably assemble. But I believe there are many more people of good will among us than various news reports might lead us to believe. Hopefully, more of them will raise their voices in continuance of our search for "a more perfect Union."
Remembering Deshawnda means remembering all of her -- not just parts and pieces. Her life was a testament to authenticity. We all have a responsibility to safeguard her dignity after death, even if it wasn't always respected during life.
As Black History Month comes and goes, television shows that foster black pride also come and go. I understand that many black men attached their self worth and their manhood to the character Bill Cosby made famous. In retrospect, I do not believe we need to look at television to give us our self worth.
Much like the great Sammy Davis, Jr., the unicycle ensemble from the South Bronx beat the naysayers and racists, as well as the pitfalls of their neighborhood with their talent. They achieved this while breaking down barriers and leaving a smooth trail of unicycle tracks for others, like myself, to follow.
When Black History month came around this year, I decided to spend the entire month finding and sharing Black History you didn't learn in school.
I looked forward to my first visit to Mississippi. During decades of travel across the USA, I have covered much of the South, but had not wandered through or made any forays into the great State of Mississippi.
We'll know #BlackLivesMatter when the sites of our tragedies become true places of triumph. Let Ferguson be a start.
I never get when people say, "I have no regrets." I will continue to apologize forever for my idiocy.
This past Black History Month, millions of students were told the story of how America abolished slavery 150 years ago with ratification of the 13th Amendment. The story draws an upward trajectory of racial equality in America. The problem is the story isn't true. We never actually abolished slavery.
The ugly truth is white on white crime does exist. It is a growing pandemic in the white community, and if we don't call attention to this problem soon, there will be no more white people left to run the world.
Black History Month is more than just acknowledgement in a newspaper or a special program at the kids' school. It's an opportunity to reflect on how far Black people in the United States have come in their struggle for justice and equal rights.
With very little national attention, transgender victims (especially those of color) are forgotten while their cases grow cold and their murderers often walk free, as in the case of Deshawnda Bradley.