The push for a national Martin Luther King holiday prompted a fierce political tug-of-war, on campus and off.
It’s a timely, connective, and expansive book; one that calls us to remember that the Black freedom struggle is an ongoing labor movement in places far and wide.
It may galvanize new research that focuses on the root causes of law enforcement violence.
Rogers created a neighborhood that was united by values and seemingly impervious to racial animus and urban crisis, a neighborhood that fit better in his imaginary world than in the one inhabited by the millions of Americans who tuned in.
The statement T-shirt for, by, and about black folks seems to be having a renaissance.
Wilson wrote a few pieces that were remarkable in their early focus on Black people in a region that was, then and now, more diverse than contemporary stories of its white poverty and Trumpian politics imagine.
They were part of a civil rights movement with broad aims and an economic justice focus that has gone less valorized in history than lunch-counter activism and voting rights crusades.
Grandma Daniels rejected the idea that women should get less of anything: whether education, respect, or protein.
As a champion of the fact that all bodies will not be the same or contort the same, Stanley has become an unintentional guru.
We may have gained unprecedented political power, literary accolades, and foundation that truly matches our skin tones, but we’re still at the bottom of too many health indicators and ladders to mobility to call 2017 a win.