I want my clothes to say something about me to the world, maybe something that I can’t even verbalize.
I’m talking about the televised conversation, monologue might be a better term, between President Donald J. Trump and Kanye West.
I remember the moment I first heard of “the nod.”
Let that not take away from the ground that this film broke.
People do not say those things to me all the time, but I feel the underlying sting of those words almost every day.
They are destroying the way that the world eats, drinks, and shops.
As a black man living in America and as more and more people’s civil rights are challenged, you begin to wonder if you will be next.
The crumbling soul of this country has a powerful voice and we need to step back and listen.
Condoleezza Rice famously said, if all of your friends look and think like you, then you need a new group of friends.
However, the crux of the matter here is, why did they only go halfway? Why not stand up to public pressure (and there was plenty) and give Harriet the entire bill? I don’t think she and Andrew Jackson see eye-to-eye on issues of race to put it mildly.