"When we lost Rodney King last year during Father's day, I was tremendously moved -- and I wanted to know why."
Black president or not, juries will continue to set white perpetrators free while wrongfully convicting African Americans so long as a "jury of your peers" means an exclusively or predominately white jury.
Oh, wait, what's that? There are no riots? Ah. What about chaos? Oh, none of that either? Well, I'm sorry, I must have been confused by all the media personalities (from both sides) who were very worried/hopeful that riots would break out.
Trayvon Martin's death and George Zimmerman's trial are both unambiguous rebuttals to those who claim, or would like to believe, that racism is something that belongs to our country's past.
We can and should start the conversation in America with race. This conversation should take place formally and informally in our schools, houses of worship, and homes.
Seeing the world through Buddha's eyes is the work of a lifetime, one that constantly needs to be renewed at every life stage and in every societal circumstance.
Janigian's perceptive and sometimes gripping novel brings together some of LA's many tribes -- African-American, WASP, Korean, Armenian, Jewish -- into an emotional and intellectual conflagration that mirrors the burning and looting that the city suffered.
What does it take to get Americans to forget labels such as Democrat and Republican, Conservative or Liberal -- and filter everything through the lens of the right thing to do?
I didn't play the lead but was recently given a substantial role in an unfortunate story that might have been part of the film quartet in D.W. Griffit...
Real beer gardens, as I've learned since arriving in Munich, bring together people from all walks of life to sit at long tables, eat pretzels and quaff ale from steins the size of Delaware.
Rodney King told me he wanted the 1991 incident to serve as an example so that people everywhere, regardless of creed, color or sexual orientation could all get along. He stared right into my eyes as he talked never looking away once.
I have fantasies. Oh, do I have fantasies. They wake me up in the middle of the night; they keep me from work; they interfere with my relationships.
Too often when considering injustice, we want perfect victims -- the victim who did nothing to provoke others, whose moral code remains unblemished. But if justice were the privilege of the perfect, there wouldn't be much need for it.
This morning I learned that Rodney King has died, found dead at the bottom of his swimming pool. Twenty years ago on April 29, 1992, I found myself...
He didn't speak from a written speech or from some political soapbox. He didn't employ a deep vocabulary. He just asked a question. Something that would never occur to someone carrying a smoldering TV.
King was the near classic protean tragic figure of interest and curiosity precisely because there was so much tragedy, followed by triumph, and in the end, tragedy in the way his life ended.