Last month, we lauded playwright Alice Childress for being the first African-American woman to direct an off-Broadway play.
Trump was conspicuously absent from two major events in Paris and late for another. He was a no-show Saturday at the Aisne-Marne American Cemetery and Memorial in Northern France, where he was scheduled to lay a wreath in honor of the more than 2,200 soldiers and 251 unknown bodies that rest in peace.
Given the preponderance of ads by political candidates this season during the midterm elections, perhaps you missed the trailer for the movie “Green Book,” which is slated for release later this month. Most folks knowledgeable about “The Negro Motorist Green Book,” a travel guide of safety for Black Americans venturing by car through the Jim Crow South, might wonder how a guide could become a movie.
Hell hath no fury like a Trump scorned, and with his resignation Wednesday, Attorney General Jeff Sessions is the latest victim.
The news wasn’t good for the two African-American Democratic gubernatorial candidates in Georgia and Florida. Andrew Gillum was defeated by Ron DeSantis in Florida, and Stacey Abrams has apparently lost to Brian Kemp in Georgia, although Abrams, unlike Gillum, has yet to concede as of Wednesday morning. “Across our state,” Abrams declared Tuesday evening, “folks are opening up the dreams of voters in
You knew from her regal bearing and the first words out of her mouth that Evelyn Cunningham was not a woman to suffer fools kindly, and that you had better state your purpose and not waste her time.
In a nation reeling from an anti-Semitic massacre, prominent Americans targeted with pipe bombs and the right-wing animus of white men, for Trump the media is to blame. “A very big part of the Anger we see today in our society is caused by the purposely false and inaccurate reporting of the Mainstream Media that I refer to as Fake News,” Trump tweeted.
I am deeply indebted to publications that have the interest and wherewithal to help us remember those often forgotten individuals in our history, and in this regard a special salute is extended to The New York Times and Sam Roberts, who has been tireless in his determination to keep us informed of the passing of many notables.
With the recent passing of Raye Montague, another notable Black engineer and technician, a “hidden figure,” has emerged from the shadows of racism and sexism to claim her rightful place in history.
In tracing the life and legacy of playwright Lorraine Hansberry in his New York Times book review of Imani Perry’s biography, Branden Jacobs-Jenkins invokes a number of writers and playwrights who were beneficiaries of her monumental achievements and breakthroughs. Alice Childress is one that he mentions who has been “embarrassingly underappreciated.”
It is never too late or too soon to pay tribute to an artist whose career has left a remarkable record and etched an imperishable legacy. Such is the case with Roger Robinson, the Tony Award- winning actor who made his transition to that eternal stage Sept. 26 in Escondido, Ca., because of heart complications.
For nearly four years, the family of Laquan McDonald has waited for justice.
It’s been nearly forty years since artist/painter Ed Clark has had a retrospective of his long and highly productive career.
Aretha Franklin’s passing created a flurry of tributes and memorials, which continues weeks after her death Aug. 16. The October edition of Rolling Stone weighed in with a lengthy reflection by Mikal Gilmore, with as much effulgence as all the other tributes combined.
Bill Cosby, “America’s Dad,” was sentenced to 3 to 10 years in prison Tuesday by Judge Steven O’Neill in Norristown, Pa. After citing that Cosby was a “sexually violent predator,” O’Neill denied him bail during the pending appeals.
In researching last week’s profile on Fredi Washington, I stumbled repeatedly on Johnny Hudgins.
That momentous occasion occurred 57 years ago and was reprised last Saturday at the Dwyer Cultural Center under the auspices of the Elombe Brath Foundation.
When actress Regina Hall was asked to cite a Black woman who influences her career, she conjured Fredi Washington.
When it came to my attention that a fresh body of sculpture by Jack Whitten was slated for the Met Breuer, I hastened there, although the exhibit is scheduled to stand until Dec. 2.
As only an admiring peon, I had no invitation to attend the homegoing of the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin.
A few weeks ago at The Stone at the New School, flutist/composer Nicole Mitchell led her ensemble into the “Xenogenesis Suite,” dedicated to the author Octavia Butler.
Praise and accolades are pouring in for the recently departed Sen. John McCain who died of brain cancer Saturday at age 81, many of them extolling him as an American patriot with flags across the country flying at half-mast—except at the White House.
Within a 24-year period, two books and one article centered on the year 1970, and while one, a novel by Bill Fletcher, Jr., only unfolded in that year
The white, former police officer, Roy Oliver, who shot and killed Jordan Edwards in suburban Dallas last April was convicted of murder Tuesday.
Near the end of director/producer Oscar Micheaux’s film “Swing” (1938), Dorothy Van Engle delivers an intimidating look that dares a man to pilfer from her friend’s purse.
If Trump’s Twitter account has intensified and he seems a bit more agitated, blame the tightening legal noose, thanks to his current and former attorneys and consultants.
Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul, will be remembered mainly for her heavenly voice, which Aug. 16, joined the angelic choir not too far from Mahalia Jackson and Clara Ward, the latter who mentored Franklin and was the companion to her illustrious father, the Rev. C.L. Franklin.
Anytime the renowned playwright Lorraine Hansberry is mentioned, it invariably summons memories of the eminent historian and anthropologist, William Leo Hansberry.
“Unhinged: An Insider’s Account of the Trump White House” is Omarosa Manigault Newman’s new book, and without the entire title we might be left to ponder who in fact is unhinged.
Leafing through a book on the great vocalist Billie Holiday, I stumbled on a photo attributed to Delilah Jackson. That photo was just one of thousands from her immense collection, which included a trove of entertainment memorabilia piled and scattered throughout her apartment in lower Manhattan.
If Trump’s nose was like Pinocchio’s, which grew with each lie he told, it would be longer than an elephant’s trunk. Last week, in an attempt to rescue his son Donald Jr. from a mess, he further tangled himself in a web of lies about his son’s meeting with the Russians in his tower in Manhattan in June 2016.
Whether on the streets of Oakland, in the Marines or on the floor in Congress, Ron Dellums was a fighter. The same tenacity he demonstrated as a youth when he was assailed by a bully who called him a “dirty Black African” was part of his demeanor and attitude during 27 years as a representative from California.
John Clinton Grinage was born in Brooklyn, N.Y., Nov. 19, 1928, at St. Mary’s Hospital to Luther and Viola Grinage. He was the sole offspring of that union. Grinage’s father was a professional boxer in Belize during the 1920s and exposed him to the sport at a very young age. He was around it constantly and it became a part of him. By the age of 10, Grinage had developed his boxing skills.
Cool Papa Bell was so fast, legend has it, that he could turn off the light and get into bed before the room got dark.
For months now it seems Trump has been declaring “there’s no collusion” in reference to the possible ties between Russia and the Trump 2016 presidential campaign.
A recent visit to the National Museum of African-American History and Culture was made all the more stunning with the discovery of a quote from famed musicologist and historian Dr. Eileen Southern.
At the start of his speech in South Africa to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Nelson Mandela’s birth, Barack Obama confessed that he didn’t come on his own, but at the “demand” of Mandela’s widow, Graça Machel.
There is no need for years to pass to enshrine Dr. Price M. Cobbs, who died June 25 in Philadelphia, where he had traveled to his grandson’s high school graduation.
It was a special day in Harlem, and 50 was the magic number June 25 when the same number of notable New Yorkers and our historic pioneers were respectfully invited by co-hosts, the Rev. Al Sharpton and Lloyd Williams, to a 50th anniversary breakfast summit of memory and celebration.
It was generally agreed among pundits that the meeting between Trump and Russian President Vladimir Putin would amount to nothing more than a photo op to shore up his leadership uncertainties. However, it was less predictable that he would use the occasion in Helsinki to excoriate Hillary Clinton and to accept the denials of Putin over intel from his own intelligence agencies.
In his narrative of the raid on Harper’s Ferry in 1859, Osborne Anderson, one of the five Black men (and the sole survivor) who rode with John Brown, provides an eyewitness account of the incident, and wrote this toward the end of the book: “From York [Pennsylvania], I wended my way to the Pennsylvania railroad,” Anderson explained after his escape from the battle.
Fats Waller, the prolific composer and pianist, was such a phenomenal musician and versatile entertainer that many believed he wrote the music and lyrics for such popular songs as “Honeysuckle Rose,” “Ain’t Misbehavin’” and “The Joint is Jumpin’,” but Waller shared these creations with Andy Razaf.
Controversy and heated discussions are no strangers to California Rep. Maxine Waters.
Michael Cohen, the president’s former personal attorney, told George Stephanopoulos of ABC News that his first loyalty was to his family and his country.
When the roll call of civil rights icons is delivered, Septima Poinsette Clark should not be omitted.
By upholding Trump’s travel ban Tuesday, the Supreme Court has expanded the president’s executive powers.
We are not at all surprised that our columnist Armstrong Williams has found it necessary to rush to the defense of a Trump administration staffer, specifically White House Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders, who was asked on June 22 to leave the Red Hen restaurant in Lexington, Va.
All the fanfare surrounding the opening of the Sally Hemings exhibit at the Thomas Jefferson Monticello estate in Virginia last week finally gives recognition to the slave woman who was the mother of four surviving children by Jefferson.
About the same time members of Congress were conferring on a bill to keep immigrant families together who had been detained at the border, the Rev. Al Sharpton, along with several civil rights leaders, were voicing their objection to the children being separated from their parents.
In the annals of the Civil Rights Movement, there is a photo of eight stalwarts in the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, including Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Andrew Young, James Bevel and Hosea Williams. Only one of them is a woman—Dorothy Cotton.