With the passage of time, there seems to be some miscalculation and misrepresentation about what...
It was good news, without question, when President Barack Obama announced that the United States will send 3,000 troops to West Africa to help with the deadly Ebola epidemic in West Africa.
It has been more than month since Michael Brown, an unarmed 18-year-old African-American man, was shot by a police officer in Ferguson, Mo.
At long last, the family of Michael Brown, the 18-year-old Black man killed by police in a St. Louis suburb, is able to put their loved one to rest. The family has endured the most harsh and merciless glare of the national spotlight. The parents of the dead teenager have not only had to deal with the horror of losing their son, having police allow his body to lie on the street for hours, but also had to deal with three autopsies, daily protest marches and incessant calls for calm and order on the streets of Ferguson, Mo.
A young African-American man, unarmed and with a full life ahead of him, is gunned down in a senseless confrontation.
A growing chorus of activists, civil rights groups and others are calling for the prosecution of the New York City police officer who administered the chokehold that led to the death of Eric Garner, the 43-year-old African-American man who was pursued by police on Staten Island because they thought he was selling loose cigarettes.
Like many Americans, I have been riveted by the frequent television reflections on the lives and fate of the three brave civil rights workers James Chaney, Andrew Goodman and Michael Schwerner, who were killed in Mississippi 50 years ago this month for attempting to register African-Americans to vote.
For several years, too many in fact, five African-American and Latino young men languished in jail. They missed family events, important developments in the lives of their communities and time with loved ones. Their lives were completely and irrevocably torn apart after they were wrongfully convicted for the attack and rape of a jogger in Central Park in 1989.
I am a proud graduate of Woodrow Wilson High School, a public school in the northwest section of Washington, D.C. And although it has been decades since I was a student at Wilson, I remain proud of the students there, particularly for the strong positions they have taken on important social issues.
When the NAACP presented to the world the name of its newest president and chief executive, Cornell William Brooks, the venerable civil rights organization hailed him as a “pioneering lawyer and civil rights leader.”