TODAY’S EPISODE: That poor, poor, oppressed comic strip creator Like most of Gen X—and probably a large chunk of the Millennial generation as well—I spent my formative teen and young adult years consuming comic strips. Whether in the newspaper or in bound collections or photocopies taped or pinned to walls or…eventually…on the internet. Some were …
We are living in strange times—a time where very few people are willing to stand on their beliefs. Instead, equivocation is what’s hot in the streets, even when it comes to being anti-racist or even naming racism. Apparently, words no longer have meaning, or maybe it’s just the natural consequence of the watering down of …
I was six years old. It was March 13, 1979. My father took the oath to become a Cook County, Illinois, deputy sheriff. It was a decision that, for a Black man born and raised in Arkansas under Jim Crow to a family with little in the way of material resources, promised to be the …