op culture has reduced feminism to a fight for body politics and sexual liberation only. It makes us forget about equal employment opportunities, equal access to medical health protection and benefits, sharing parenting responsibilities, and sexual assault and abuse prevention.
To understand this moment, we have to understand that Ferguson is yet another unraveled thread in the closely woven fabric of racism that has cloaked this country for 500 years.
As a white woman, I am not constantly required to evaluate what an interaction with a police officer could mean for me. I am not required to consider that it could be a potentially life-threatening situation. In fact, I am taught that they are here to protect me. Michael Brown did not have that same luxury.
There is no script for what to do with our students in situations like these, but I do believe that more than anything else, they need to feel loved and cared for. I ask that, regardless of how you are feeling, we all work hard to maintain safe spaces in our school and show each of our students how much we love them and care for them and that we want to keep them safe.
The convenient spectacle of "violence in the streets" obscures the perpetuation of "structural violence" everywhere.
The tragedy of Michael Brown's death, unarmed and shot by a member of the Ferguson police, is now followed by the tragic failure of the local courts to force the policeman to stand trial. This cannot stand without a measure of accountability. And on that score look no further than the prosecutor's office.
We now all have the chance to examine the evidence -- released last night -- in the grand jury's decision not to indict white police officer Darren Wilson, who fired multiple bullets into Michael Brown. But the verdict on America's criminal justice system is already in for many Americans: guilty, for treating young black men differently than young white men.
The only thing left to do is to unite and use the power of our voices to make a difference. Instead of using violence, use your voice to stand up for injustice in the world. Form collaborative partnerships within the community that can truly make a difference.
History is repeating itself. Whatever happens now has already occurred in different spaces, times, and to different peoples. I liken the experiences of black people in America to that of the Israelites.
Deep down, whether I want to admit or not, I know the truth. The racism that James Baldwin knew and ultimately made him leave the country isn't really gone. It's just changed its form.
As we entered the 21st century, America continued to grapple with the issue of why race is still an important element in our society. Events in Ferguson, MO, remind America that we slowly need to confront the issue of race, and it becomes quite clear that race still matters in America.
Growing up in the inner city of Philadelphia, being raised in a single parent home didn't make you stand out. In fact, before my parents divorced, I was an anomaly among my friends: their fathers didn't live at home with them.
If you've ever experienced a sense of euphoria after paying off your credit card in full or purchasing a piece of furniture that finally completes your living room, you know that our relationship to money isn't just a purely economical one. There's a big psychological component, too.
Last week The New York Times published "The Case for Black With a Capital B," an op-ed by Professor Lori L. Tharps. I congratulate her for opening a conversation that is long overdue, a conversation that goes to the heart of how a large group of Americans with the most difficult of histories has struggled to express itself and gain greater agency in American society.
Revealed was a layer of understanding for why Nas is loved and respected so much. The creativity, awareness and intelligence that flowed out of him, at such a young age, while growing up in his environment with limited resources, is definitely nothing short of genius.
Dear Dr. Cosby, I grew up in the 1970s and 1980s and am one of your children. Of course, not one of your biological children, but rather one of the millions of kids who were Black, Brown, urban, middle class or any number of diverse upbringings who were deeply influenced by your shows and your comedy.
Some of us will spend the most time we've ever spent all year round in our kitchens basting, chopping, stirring and hoping that it all turns out well. I thought I'd whip up some dos and don'ts for both hosts and guests.
My brother and I accepted our mother's version of the affair that produced our sister with few questions, even though Lydia looks completely different from the rest of us. Mom is a long-legged Latina, but my brother and I take after our father. We're both tall blonds. Lydia is petite and cinnamon-coffee dark with tightly curled blue-black hair.