I am convinced that if Black people are not careful and don't guard our dreams, we will wake up one day and discover that our most precious hopes and ambitions have been gentrified, stolen from our pillows while we slept and commercialized.
To be the oldest African-American holiday on the calendar, "Juneteenth" is way, way down on the popularity list of annual celebrations. Maybe it's because Juneteenth, even its name, has a certain southern, Booker T. Washington-bootstraps kind of appeal.
He was born, it seems, at exactly the right moment. Muhammad Ali died June 3, 2016, and it feels like decades too soon.
While there are enormous pockets of "unanimity" throughout this country, there is no longer any "unity" in the United States of America.
I have redrawn my analysis of the 2016 presidential election cycle to its final, apocalyptic conclusion. It's not pretty.
At this time every year, there is always a flurry of well-deserved activity around the anniversary of Brother Malcolm's birth.
Is the country better or worse off? Is there anything in America's future that should make folks tremble?
As President Barack Obama takes his final White House victory lap — six months until Election Day, eight months and some change until the inauguration of his successor — I find that like many others, I am already beginning to miss this incumbent.
Spoiler alert. This article contains what some readers may consider to be a discussion of a revolting subject. We are now legislating latrines.
What can the public possibly learn from the 28 pages of secrets that have been hidden since 9/11 concerning the Saudi Arabian royal family's involvement and even possible support for the attackers?