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 …
By Liz Henry My daughter had been planning what she wanted to wear to the polls for a few days: a black “I heart hot moms” T-shirt, fuchsia peace symbol earrings the size of toaster waffles, and wide-leg pants with a purple-ish sheen. Whatever gets her excited, I thought. It’s unclear just how many younger …