It hit me as I rounded the bend of a running race here in the nation's capital on the eve of Martin Luther King Day--in a country painfully divided by...
The year 2016 is off and running -- we're already halfway done with January and before you know it, we'll be wearing shorts and tank tops again. But before we have fun in the sun, I'd like to share with you my personal mantra for 2016: SEE IT THROUGH.
The authentic lens of an imperfect prophet, the words are the statement of radical nonconformity. The authentic King is an unwavering prisoner of hope, not someone endowed with syrupy sentimentality.
I come from a people who are familiar with the brutal lash of injustice. I am the direct descendant of survivors of the Middle Passage. My brown skin ...
As the nation celebrates Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday, I'm left to ponder my own existence juxtaposed against his prophetic words on a late August day in 1963.
I've been sleeping in since November. It is winter and in this northern latitude morning light does not come through my window until the hour hand is on the eight; most days my feet do not touch the floor until it does. "This is my secret," I tell myself. "My hidden fountain of youth, my private reserve for creativity."
As I listened to the President deliver a vintage Obama speech, I realized I was holding an article from the New York Times about Obama's plan to build/modernize (you choose the word) smaller, sleeker nuclear weapons.
The movement's politics of empowerment has been largely forgotten today. While Trump and Sanders tap anger, they express it in radically different ways. Trump employs a politics of scapegoating.
As always, and befitting the memory of Dr. King, many events will again center around service. I will once again be joining the Human Rights Campaign as they collect and assemble donations to help LGBT homeless youth. HRC will use the donations to create life-sustaining care packages for distribution to young people in distress.
More than 50 years later -- and after trillions of dollars have been spent -- poverty is still a major global problem. In fact, one measure estimates that 30 percent of the world currently lives in poverty. So what happened? If we had the resources to end poverty in 1964, why hasn't it been abolished by now?
It is fitting that we honor Dr. King's legacy with a national day of service -- and I look forward to joining my neighbors this morning in volunteering to improve an inner-city Chicago public school -- but, as a society, we can do better than one single day of service.
As we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s life and legacy this year, we must do so with an understanding that the current state of African American economics is not one that he envisioned when he spoke to the great possibility of America before his death.
We -- the universities -- are the ones sitting in the midst of these realities, facing the choice between being walled citadels that separate the privileged from the uninvited other or being welcoming hubs connecting young individuals with opportunity.
The shocking contrast between law enforcement behavior toward Ammon Bundy, the militant Oregon outlaw, and many of the young black men slain by police...
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.
Every day, I traveled between the two New York Cities. I watched kids from my neighborhood who were just as smart, just as talented and just as deserving as those at Stuyvesant get left behind again and again because they weren't afforded equal opportunities to thrive.