I read “What to the Slave is Your Fourth of July?” by Frederick Douglass to reflect on the current challenges facing Black America for Symposium Ethics.
Dr. King said in his “Letter from a Birmingham Jail” that the purpose of nonviolent direct action was to “create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community [would be] forced to confront the issue.” The vigils, blockades, verbal confrontations with police, letters and emails to city officials, tweets, and the like will hopefully force an authentic confrontation of the issue.
Dead men make such convenient heroes. They cannot rise to challenge the images we would fashion from their lives – Carl Wendell Himes Jr. The esteemed historian, scholar, and civil rights and peace activist Vincent Harding passed away at the tender age of 82 this past Monday. Dr. Harding is most famous for drafting Martin […]
President Obama’s very personal reflections on the outcome of the George Zimmerman trial struck a chord with me. I appreciated how he eloquently spoke to a reality that me and numerous other African-American males face too frequently in this country. There has always been and continues to be a presumption that young Black males are […]
Forty-five years ago this week (April 4, 1968), Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated by a single rifleman’s bullet on a balcony at the Lorraine Hotel in Memphis, Tennessee. At the time of his death, King was considered more social pariah than national hero. A 1966 poll showed that he had a 33% favorable to […]
President Obama gave a moving statement in response to the mass murder in Newton, CT. I appreciate the emotion he displayed, who wouldn’t get choked up thinking about the slaughter of innocent children. His teary, yet determined affect expresses the exact sentiment this nation ought to have: a deep sadness at such a senseless tragedy, […]
The slaying of Jordan Davis on Black Friday by Michael Dunn has got me contemplating my own mortality lately. But for a few differences, I could have been Jordan Davis eighteen years ago. My story begins at an evening Christmas party for my church youth group in the Tidewater area of Virginia. My friends and […]