It ceases to be a surprise where the African-American presence might pop up in today’s news.
The esteemed pianist and bandleader Randy Weston wrote a song in tribute to her musical genius.
With the calendar about to flip and a new year dawning, it was time for some house cleaning, time to clear a veritable forest of book trees making the path to the computer all the more challenging.
Walk the streets of Harlem, chat with the vendors or stop off at the Apollo Theater and say hello to Billy Mitchell, “Mr. Apollo,” and you can catch up on all the news you might have missed in the papers, on television, on radio or on social media.
We should not be surprised that the Revs. Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton would deliver New Year’s messages with a similar resonance, evoking Scripture, history and the Civil Rights Movement.
When word spread that the great dancer and choreographer Arthur Mitchell had passed, I was reminded of another dancer and choreographer, Pearl Eileen Primus, who preceded him on the stage with almost the same prominence and acclaim.
Even when our government is supposedly up and running, it’s at a virtual standstill and locked in turmoil and chaos.
William C. Thompson Sr., a New Yorker who was a City Councilman, a State Supreme Court justice and Brooklyn’s first African-American state senator, died Christmas Eve.
Funny how memories circle back on you, reminding you of treasured moments, especially those spent with advocates of freedom and justice.
Minutes after I heard that Nancy Wilson was dead I went online to YouTube to see and hear again her glorious majesty, the wondrous beauty of her voice.