I've greatly enjoyed my time, but I no longer wish to put my body at risk for the sake of entertainment. I think about the rest of my life and I want to live it with much quality. And physically, I am grateful that I can walk away feeling as good as I did when I stepped into it.
The uproar over high-stakes testing associated with Common Core in New York State and complaints that children are being tested on things they were not taught, has obscured the deepening of racial, ethnic and class divisions in education in New York and the United States.
I've read and heard so many accusations against the LGBT community by the religious right that I've now come to the conclusion that these folks are just sloppy with what they say. Seriously, it's as if they don't care that eventually someone will demonstrate how incoherent their claims are.
Google "coming of age movies" and you will find that the stories our culture says define coming of age are those like The Sandlot or Superbad. For boys of color there are far fewer, but some: Cooley High. Boyz in the Hood. School Daze. Try Googling "coming of age movies for girls" and you'll find a lot less.
Years from now we will know that we stood on the right side of history.
So then this new idea came along. Since we can't get rid of it, since we can't let it go -- let's embrace it. Let's reinvent it. Let's endear it. Well folks, we've had our little experiment and let me just tell you, it's failed miserably. Yes miserably.
Facing the horror of slavery is a tough nut to crack not simply because it entails facing an inconvenient truth about past racial dehumanization, but because it entails facing the real truth that slavery still corrodes in big and little ways American life.
When I saw 12 Years a Slave, I found myself squirming in my seat. I was seated between two white men, one my friend and the other a stranger. Now that all the Oscar fanfare is over, I'd like to call attention to Lupita Nyong'o.
Imprinted within our psyches is the notion that success is something that should be visible. Until recently, it has had a rather distinct look to it.
With the "My Brother's Keeper" initiative, President Obama is leveraging the power and influence of his presidency to address barriers to success facing boys and young men of color. It is a vital step in the continuous journey to help America heal from the legacy that limited opportunities for centuries.
Last week, President Obama unveiled his My Brothers Keeper initiative one day after the anniversary of the murder of Trayvon Martin and as the nation still grapples with the hung jury on the murder charge in the Michael Dunn case,.
On its face, sure, the President's initiative seems small. In fact the $150 million that has already been invested in the program could probably go a long way to improving circumstances for male youth of color in Chicago alone. But it is a step in the right direction.
This week thousands of parents and students marched to save their schools and fight for the right of every child to receive a quality education. The march was in response to the mayor's newly announced charter school co-location policy.
Seventeen-year-old Theresa Tran is one of this year's winners of the Children's Defense Fund-Ohio's Beat the Odds® scholarships after overcoming tough odds including physical disability, the death of a beloved sibling, and a father who suddenly abandoned the family.
So I'm back in the office today after an entire week off, most of which, I spent at the beach in Florida with my parents. One of the first emails I saw when I signed on today was from a co-worker about "updated" crocs. Which is really random yet totally appropriate since EVERYONE was wearing crocs in Florida. Grandparents all the way down to brand new babies had on a pair in every color of the rainbow.
I actually own a pair of the updated crocs my co-worker recommended ... I use them as my rain shoes. I never actually wear them as a complement to an outfit. Yet, there are thousands of people who do. And I hope I don't offend my co-worker by saying this, but after this past week, I am of the opinion that I hate crocs AND the people who wear them. They look like gnome shoes. Get some flip flops and call it a day and PLEASE if you insist on wearing the "croc" please don't wear them to dinner ... at a nice restaurant. Really? There is even a blog out there dedicated to the hatred of crocs (one of my new favorite blogs ps).
I have found reports that Chris Rock is a fan, though I've never seen him in a pair. I cannot imagine he would wear these for any other reason than a joke but who knows. Cam'ron (see slide 4) might start rocking a pink pair soon for all I know. And then what's next? Rhianna in Sperry Topsiders? God help us all.