What bothers me is that right now is that the political discourse in this election is veering toward a redefinition of what it means to be an American.
There’s a paradox in our society in which we all pine for that special someone who will set our souls on fire but then we decide that that person must be a certain shade, height, age, gender, and have a specific eye color.
Ultimately, I’m all for satire and thoughtful political humor — but #BlackOlivesMatter isn’t a satire. It’s just appropriating a major movement to make cash and get a few laughs.
Growing up a black woman has taught me a lot about the world.
I mean, who wants to believe that A LOT of police officers are cowards and racists? Nobody. Its unfortunate.
If we are going to try to eliminate the lingering disadvantages facing the African American community, it is critical that we not blame those who risk their lives in order to provide it with security.
After being shot, he asked the officer why he discharged his weapon. The office allegedly told him, “I don’t know.”
You are different from me. You are beautiful. I celebrate you. I respect you. I think you’re smart. I think you’re capable of anything, I think you are changing the world in beautiful ways.
Montrell Jackson wanted very much to see his city get better, and he gave his last full measure of devotion to achieve that goal.
Dear God, I am afraid.