Black Lives are more important than your convenience

Tired of the Black Lives Movement? I haven’t re-laced my Chuck Taylor’s after St. Louis County police made me remove them so I didn’t “off” myself in jail. Or whatever. That’s one of the downsides to standing in solidarity on an eight lane highway in rush hour traffic to raise awareness that Black Lives Matter. Still. Highway I-70 is the Keep reading!

We do this for Mike Brown

Why fight? We do this for Mike Brown. I’m not the same person I was a year ago, since Mike Brown was killed in cold blood. I’ve been introduced to my own white privilege and rightly had my ass handed to me when I exerted it. I know what white fragility is for the first time in my life. I’ve Keep reading!

Ferguson Grand Jury decision: Make love, not war

The last week has been one of the most intense in recent memory. I don’t even know where to begin to compartmentalize all my emotions. I have been proud, scared, grateful, annoyed, astounded, incredulous, sad, guilty, maternal, angry. And that’s just on Thanksgiving day spent with my kids and family. This goes down for me as one of the most messed-up Keep reading!

A call for civility: Ferguson protest lessons

Ferguson protests Some folks from St. Louis are embarrassed by the spotlight on their community as a place of disgraceful racial unrest. I don’t see it that way. I feel like people are finally talking to one another from both sides of the table. What is being said isn’t always pleasant or easy to hear, but St. Louis was in Keep reading!

Racial double standard: who gets the benefit of the doubt?

WHY is it so hard for some people to admit there is a racial double standard in the U.S.? We see double standards with all sorts of situations. Tall people get more credit than short people. Pretty people are chosen for jobs over less attractive people. Babies are cute and old people smell. (Actually, babies and old people both smell Keep reading!

Moral Monday: Clergy March to Ferguson PD

Ferguson October: Moral Monday Their voices are still in my head. Their chants echo in my mind. No justice, no peace! Their faces are committed to my memory for eternity. I never really saw them before, I mean really saw them. Until August 2014, I had not considered going to their part of town, a mere ten miles from my own, or Keep reading!