As boys growing up in the1950s and 1960s, my friends and I used to play softball and football in John Mullaly Park. It was the largest green space in the neighborhood, stretching from McClellan Street south to E. 164th Street, between River and Jerome Avenues.
I first met Kate Nace Day when I took part in the 2012 Fighting Trafficking through Film forum, a project produced by the Boston Initiative to Adva...
By Hilary Krutt | Off the Shelf British novelist Angela Carter once declared, "Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well...
New York City is a city of extremes. The chasm between the rich and poor, particularly in the food system, is vast. And, no greater place can this be seen than in the Bronx.
How the Other Half Lives: Studies Among the Tenements of New York, written by Jacob Riis in 1890, is a classic study of poverty in the United States. ...
Let's all keep Kalief Browder's name and sacrifice alive. As Black History month starts. Let's add Kalief Browder's name to the list of heroes who died so that others might live a better life.
I stand with President Obama's executive action issued today to require companies of 100+ to disclose pay according to gender. As a Congresswoman, I will fight for the Paycheck Fairness Act to pass, allowing women to further help in ensuring equal pay for equal work.
Today, while we celebrate Dr. King's legacy, we need also to look at ourselves in the mirror. Have we really done enough to fulfill his vision of meeting the most basic needs of Americans? The simple answer is no.
For as long as I can remember, I've seen too many homeless New Yorkers suffer the city's brutal winter wearing nothing but an old coat. No socks, no gloves, no scarf and no hat to keep them truly warm.
Dennis and Ibrahim, students at Smith are real life Hunger Games Mockingjays. They have created a modern day Committee of Correspondence to pull together students from different New York City schools to join their campaign to get metal detectors out of school buildings.
As he carefully negotiated the rickety, slippery stairs to street level, he narrowed his eyes against the snow. Suddenly, he stumbled, flaying his arms out of the pockets to hold his balance. He had almost stepped on what appeared to be a round bundle of dark clothing huddled into the corner of the last step. To his surprise, my uncle saw two small boys, the arms of the older child wrapped tightly around his little brother.
I love New York. There is no place in the world like Manhattan. The energy, the people, the food and the history. It's true, the city never sleeps and after I spend a day there, I always feel invigorated, inspired and grateful I live so close to the best city in the world.
There are many more reasons that I have always loved my hood in the South Bronx besides location. The fact is that the Bronx has more parks than any other borough, and Pelham Bay Park is the largest park in New York. Yes, bigger than Central Park.
to the largely Black and Latino longtime residents, the South Bronx is testament to the ability of communities to survive and thrive in the face of decades of governmental neglect, persistent economic inequality, and built-in racist planning.
There are parts of his past that are sad, so William Javier Velazquez does what he has been doing his entire life to ease the pain. He puts a record on the turntable.
Picture book crafting challenges me to depict life in its simplest forms. At the same time the craft is multi-dimensional. I've always enjoyed paintings which tell several stories captured in a single frame.