"And they pay me to do this." I keep hearing him say that in my mind. A week ago, we lost Dr. Manning Marable, a prominent historian, a dedicated professor and on a personal note, my graduate thesis adviser.
Imagine someone with the bluntness of the George Carlin, the wardrobe of the Kinsey Sicks, and the following of Dame Edna and you'll get an idea of what kind of social catalyst Pieter-Dirk Uys became for South Africans.
I heard Martin Luther King's dream that hot day in August and was never the same. Growing up in the civil rights era without being able to participate as a young child felt like a reed being buffeted by the wind.
It's disappointing that Hugh Hefner: Playboy, Activist and Rebel isn't a better movie. Not that it's a bad one. But, were cable standards a little less skittish, it would fit right in on the Biography channel.
I would like to extend a sincere apology for forgetting Black History Month yet again. I don't know why this seems to happen every year, but I'm always filled with regret that I didn't do any celebrating.