To feel the full force of Ramsey's statement, you have to know something about the history of race relations in this nation and in particular about the role that white woman have played -- or been made to play -- in the incrimination and lynching of black men.
From a gruesome point in American and black history, intertwined with systematic oppression and economic disparities, black men have been forced to defend their manhood. Out of externally forced insecurity, homophobia, sexism, misogyny and other oppressive subtle and blatant dogmas were born.
More gun control is merely a Band-Aid to our social ills and does not address the underlying causes of oppressive and institutional structures that are tightly linked to American inequality as reflected in wealth and income distribution.
As a father and as a president, Obama has humanized and deepened the image of black men. In all of the unforeseen challenges ahead in this second term, domestic and foreign, I hope he continues to lead with his heart.
By most accounts I am a good Black man. Hell, I even tip a little extra to help offset the stereotypes of the penny pinching Black diner. While I both worked hard for and enjoy my success, I, for so many reasons, must denounce the title of "good Black man."
To say that a barbershop, street, or neighborhood is safe for all LGBTQ people is to forget that not all LGBTQ people share the same privileges that we do. Would a feminine-performing brother be safe in your barbershop? Would a masculine-performing sister feel safe in mine?
While White's beating was absolutely brutal and needed to be dealt with swiftly and effectively, this is yet another example of young black men being thrown into the prison system with a seemingly excessive sentence.
All of last week, I was in Sanford, Florida, pursuing justice for Trayvon Martin. I listened to community concerns about the Sanford Police Department, and stood with Trayvon's parents and 30,000 others in Sanford, a town with only 50,000 residents.
I was born to a 17-year old single mother in a housing project in Louisville, Ky. I struggled through elementary, middle and high school. I was, in the words of Forbes Magazine columnist Gene Marks, a "poor black kid."