Saturday was another somber day for the country. I preached at the funeral for 31-year-old Corey Jones, who was waiting for a tow truck in the early hours of October 18 when he was shot and killed by a plainclothes officer with no badge, in an unmarked car.
Whether it is Black Lives Matter who demand to be heard or others, Fox News will attempt to shout down the movement to protect their cherished vision of a monochrome America, instead of the messy, rigidly stratified America that so many face.
If a 21-year-old Southern White man living in 21st Century America relied on age-old racist rhetoric to justify slaughtering innocent people, we should not be surprised that history continues to repeat itself along the agonizing road to full citizenship that contemporary Black people must traverse.
The one-year anniversary of the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, MO is an opportunity to reflect on the media coverage of the black men and women killed by police and others -- is it always as objective as it ought to be?
"We must keep pushing toward tomorrow so that the world we leave in our children's hands is one of joy, not one of sorrow."
There was more outrage over the senseless killing of the lion Cecil in Zimbabwe than law enforcement's latest senseless killing of an African-American.
The rapid explosion of cell phones, YouTube and Twitter has increased public awareness of police misconduct toward black citizens. As a result, white attitudes are changing and protests led by black activists are accelerating. This may be a moment in our history when real reform is possible.
When I visited Christian Love Baptist Church in Irvington, N.J. on July 19 and heard Johnson speak, six years after her son's death, it wasn't a dramatization of events it was real life. A mother poured her heart out to a congregation, which understood her pain.
Justice cannot breathe when Black men and boys and women and girls are routinely profiled, abused, arrested, and killed with impunity by police officers. We must stop this. We must protect the lives of our young people -- all of them.
Nicole R. Fleetwood calls her latest book On Racial Icons: Blackness and the Public Imagination, "an act of love." But readers may end up referring to it as tough love.
Working on the stage production of Claudia Rankine's book CITIZEN: An American Lyric -- about the "everyday" experience of racism -- has been teaching me unscripted lessons.
With millions witnessing an abundance of publicized killings of unarmed black men by police, along with several racially charged shootings claiming headlines across the country -- the national discourse around racism has expanded to incorporate the need for stronger gun control laws.
When we pretend that color doesn't matter, we're making people of color invisible and ignoring an essential part of their experience in a white dominant society.
Our nation has a gaping ache -- and we don't even know it. It's not unlike someone who goes to the doctor with mild complaints, only to be diagnosed with terminal cancer and dead in a few months.
With my retirement on June 30 barely a heartbeat away, it is, as the hash-tag says, getting real. Each day has the tinge of poignancy, of last times...
Without absolving or equivocating on America's hypocrisy on matters of race, racism and abuse of civil rights, it is ironic and equally hypocritical that Africans, who have little compunction about hacking one another to death because of differences, physical or perceived, are some of the loudest decriers of racism and bigotry in America.