On the surface, this is the most secure year ever. But truth be told, fear and uneasiness is everywhere.
The line between crime and day-to-day living is too often blurred in the minds of police who see all Black people as inherently criminal.
A Baltimore Circuit Court judge dismissed the second-degree assault charge against Lt. Brian Rice, one the six officers charged in the 2015 death of Freddie Gray.
No matter who wins the presidential election this November, a loathsome man will be moving into the White House.
The freed slaves never got a chance for any such "Blexit"-type vote. I think it's high time Black folks got a chance to choose.
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?
Of all the millions of individual Americans who have already voted, volunteered time or donated money toward the selection of the 45th president of the U.S., there is probably none who is metaphorically “feeling the Bern” any more than Democratic candidate and Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders.
At the core of the tsunami of race-hatred directed at Black people, directed against Barack Obama, the first Black president of the U.S. and his family, there is unrepentant sin.
Although he has 10 months remaining in office and many challenges ahead, I'm already feeling nostalgic ahead of the time when Barack Obama is not president of the United States.
Good advice to anyone who finds him/herself in a hole: Stop digging!
It has literally come to this point. The presidential campaign has gotten physical.
In the same way Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders has made a more honest candidate out of former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, the nation would benefit if Sanders served as the vice president in Clinton White House.
In the 20 years since the Million Man March and especially in the eight years since a Black man was elected president, Minister Louis Farrakhan has again been placed on a back burner. But be sure to factor in Farrakhan. His time to win must be soon.
It now looks as if Donald J. Trump is the overwhelming favorite to win the 2016 Republican nomination to be president of the United States. And while I still think some GOP adults will step in to prevent the clownish racist huckster whose campaign-stump speech consists of practically only two words, "so" and "amazing," it may already be too late.
I confess. I am amused, tickled, delighted even, as I ponder the constitutional quagmire in which the arch-conservative Repugnikkkan Party finds itself today.
Let me be perfectly clear. Muslims and Islam are not the source of the problems facing the United States of America today.
The images which are so popular in movies and on television bear very little resemblance to the realities of most of our lives.
The great military minds that surround the president of the United States might have saved themselves and their boss some embarrassment and some minor peril two days before the major storm hit, had they simply heeded the advice of Mark Twain.
Unfortunately, the "great again" slogan is a delusional myth. What these guys really want is to go back to a time when "if you're White you're right, and if you're Black get back."
Muslims have been set upon in this country for 85 years and counting.
Frances Cress Welsing's passing leaves tears on my heart and then a smile because I knew her and her sister Lorne Cress Love personally and because her unerring but unpopular scholarship confirmed so many of my own core beliefs.
I agree with former Florida Gov. Jeb Bush's declaration to real estate mogul Donald Trump when he told The Donald "You’ll never be president."
Recent events have made us consider once again suicide assassins or other criminals whose aim is to murder innocent people in order to shock everyone else.
What's sauce for the goose should be tasty sauce for the gander.
Republican voters are behaving like mythological lemmings, following xenophobe and race-baiter Donald Trump (and other right-wing presidential candidates) toward certain doom in a rhetorical war with the so-called Islamic State.
Islam is not America's problem: In Islam can be found the solution to the problem.
The wheels have begun rapidly falling off the Carson campaign bandwagon.
Pity the poor elected official.
In some respects the recent Republican Congressional overreach—trying to crucify former Secretary of State and Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Rodham Clinton over the tragic Sept. 11, 2012 attacks on a U.S. CIA compound in Benghazi Libya—may have in fact guaranteed her the party’s nomination.
I'm not sure if we should pity them or pity ourselves for standing in awe of them.
None of us knows the life that might have been had any of the millions of Black babies lost to abortion been born and given the love and nurturing environment that produce good people.
The evidence is overwhelming and incontrovertible. The White American body politic is full of hatred for Black people.
For those who "read the signs" in nature, this is an awesome time. There was a convergence of major events, both natural and national, the likes of which has not been seen in a long, long time.
All over this country, the myth of the Great White Society is turning into dust, and Republicans loathe to accept the reality that is being manifested right before their eyes.
I thought I would write a scathing indictment of White American and European bigotry against and hatred of non-white people. Then, when I looked closely, I saw a lot of “people of color” blocking my view of the Caucasians.
What can a powerless, essentially unarmed population do to make the rest of the society which has armed itself as if White folks would welcome a race war where they along with the authorities might slaughter Black folks en masse? How can we — without the force of arms make our tormentors "feel our pain?" The solution is simple.
Amiri Baraka chilled my heart when he declared there's a "bridge of bones" on the sea floor, across the Atlantic Ocean, where as many as 30 million kidnapped Africans were tossed into the ocean every day during the Trans-Atlantic slave trade.
I’m not interested in the conspicuous artistic merits of any movie about these antisocial thugs turned gangsta rappers who turn around and take movie and TV roles as cops and secret federal agents, tricking, deceiving and betraying our people.
Like so many, many others, I literally gasped when I learned that former Georgia state Sen. and former NAACP Chairman Julian Bond had died.
As life-and-death serious as the times in which we live are, I can't help but think of the first Republican presidential debate in only comedic terms.
The president told one audience that he likes doing his job and that he thinks he could have been elected to a third term if the U.S. Constitution had permitted it.