Thursday September 29, 2016
Archive - Feb 2014
Sometimes, when I'm in my car, I crank up the music pretty loud. All you Michael Dunns out there, please don't shoot me.
Please don't shoot my sons, either, or my brothers-in-law, nephews, nephews-in-law or other male relatives. I have quite a few friends and acquaintances who also happen to be black men, and I'd appreciate your not shooting them as well, even if the value you place on their lives is approximately zero.
Election season in Texas! They're voting right now in the primaries. And I know you are interested because whatever happens in Texas has a way of coming back and biting the rest of the nation.
For instance, Gov. Rick Perry is retiring and threatening to run for president. (He's been to Israel!) So is Sen. Ted Cruz. And now, in answer to the great national outcry for more candidates named George Bush, Texas Republicans appear ready to nominate George Prescott Bush for land commissioner.
Despite the comforting myth that we're all in this together, disagreement over what constitutes a fair share in the nation's economic pie continues to flourish in both Democratic and Republican administrations.
"During National African American History Month, we honor the men and women at the heart of this journey . . . I call upon public officials . . . to observe this month with appropriate programs, ceremonies, and activities."
- President Barack Obama's 2014 African American History Month proclamation
In every large organization, there are always some who never get the word.
There's nothing more amusing than a bully forced to be on his best behavior.
Chris Christie may be cutting back on his butter, but it wouldn't melt in his mouth at a town hall here Thursday.
For the first time since his revving ambition stalled in a traffic jam, he returned to the forum that helped vault him to the head of the pack.
My son’s best friend bought an iPhone shortly after they were first released in 2007.
Not long after my son’s friend got his Apple iPhone, he got an app—the Atomic fart. It appealed to his—and millions’ of others’—junior high school sense of humor, although by the time they could digitally play a series of farts, they were long past puberty.
Johnny Weethee, a beautiful and beaming child who at the age of 3 still struggles to speak, encapsulates the shortcomings of our approach to poverty.
As an infant, Johnny was deaf but no one noticed or got him the timely medical care he needed to restore his hearing. He lives in a trailer here in the hills of rural Appalachia with a mom who loves him and tries to support him but is also juggling bills, frozen pipes and a broken car that she can't afford to fix.
Heirs care about how their parents are remembered, although they have very different ways of showing it.
The daughters of President Lyndon B. Johnson, for example, are trying busily to spruce up their father's record of a half-century ago. The sons of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., by contrast, sound eager to offer their father's legacy piece-by-piece to the highest bidders.