When one is oppressed, we are all oppressed. It's time to stand up for what is right.
I was scared to go, and I didn’t have the faintest idea how to be a protester. As my patient husband can attest, I’ve certainly ranted and raved at home about issues. But the most radical political act I’ve committed up until this week was to vote. Except for maybe when I adopted a Black…Read more The Day I Became A Protester
No, we won't allow him to get a tattoo or ear piercing. We are constantly nagging him if he sags his pants. It isn't about appearance. He's not a rebellious or defiant kid. He's just an ordinary American teenager, trying to figure out who he is. He's watching rappers and sports heroes, paying close attention…Read more Hold Each Other
Tears fall as I read these words spoken by William Saunders and quoted by CNN, "One of the things I wanted all my life is to be a man, not a black man, but a man. There's no way I can ever be a man in Charleston, South Carolina. I will always be a boy…Read more My Personal Response to Charleston