This is America. We don’t redistribute wealth. You have to earn it!
While politicians claim to have all the answers, Jeff Oaks’s haunting poem is content simply to raise questions and evocations–and it is all the more satisfying for that.
When I call 9-1-1 because my house is on fire, I expect real firefighters to show up, not actors playing dress-up. When I’m trying to make intelligent political choices about candidates, I expect to be hearing from a real person, not a paid actor.
These two little words can bring forth man shining brightly towards a glorious future or dump man into a cesspit of his own waste.
Yes I know you’re busy, but you still need to go vote.
Alex Deering suggests black Americans aren’t doing enough to solve their problems.
An award-winning criminologist says black on black crime isn’t real.
Approaching 80 years strong, Reverend W Wilson Goode, Sr., still serves the community.
Mourners, in an all-too-familiar scene, remembered Mike Brown and victims of police brutality with a vigil. To stop the need for these somber gatherings, should taxpayers demand a zero-tolerance law?