I’m sick and tired of black folks coming up with the most asinine, silly, nonsensical, pathetic, grossly unintelligent and shameful defenses of us using the N-word.
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Members of the Congressional Black Caucus, along with all civil rights organizations, have been in a tremendous quandary since the election of President Barack Obama: How do you oppose something advocated by the nation’s first black president and not get vilified by your own constituents?
If any of us had the kind of output on our jobs as that of the United States Congress in 2013 — a whopping 56 bills passed by both houses — we would be fired in a hurry.
With his 2016 presidential bid potentially ending before it even begins, New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie knew he had to do something bold and significant in order to confront the allegations that he played a role in closing down traffic in his state to payback a political rival.
When my seven nieces and nephew sprinted downstairs on Christmas morning to revel in the joy of opening their gifts, I was right there with my video camera recording it for all to see.
Making fun of Fox News’ Megyn Kelly for her vigorous-without-a-doubt-make-no-mistake insistence that Santa Claus and Jesus Christ are both white would be like taking candy from a child.
Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela is being cast as a regal, gentle giant who used a humble, quiet disposition to put his critics at ease and usher in democratic rule in South Africa, all while keeping blacks, wanting retribution, and whites, fearing their demise, from engaging in a deadly clash that could have torn the nation apart.
If you need any proof of the over-inflated, bloated importance Washington, D.C., politicians and members of the media have of themselves, look no further than the ridiculous dialogue surrounding the Democrats invoking the “nuclear option” to deal with presidential appointees.
When police officers are accused of police brutality, they naturally close ranks, willing to protect one another even when they know something is wrong. It is called The Blue Line, and for years it has stymied efforts to change the culture of police departments.
My wife and I are raising six of my nieces in our home, and the one thing we’ve made clear to them is that we aren’t their friends or buddies. As long as they are under our care and guidance, we are parents, they are the children, and our rules are the only ones that matter.