The first time I wrote about Martin Luther King, I highlighted the connection between his “I have a Dream Speech” and the Green Bay Packers in a post I called Champions and Friends. The next time I wrote about him, I talked about the Secret Heart of America and prayed that it pulsed with patriotism [...]
Sometimes I wonder, as I look at historical photos, how the people in them view themselves today. I think, for instance, about the New Orleans mothers who woke up on November 14, 1960, got dressed, combed their hair (or tied a scarf around their rollers), fed their children, maybe packed a lunch or two, and [...]
I fired up my love lights again yesterday, and bought a new sweatshirt that said “Love wins.” I still believe that love wins. I’ll bet you do too. But it can’t win alone. Love isn’t a fat cupid slinging lazy arrows, it’s: A mother having a tough discussion with her son about language and the [...]
I skidded down to the Lawrence Chapel Monday night because I wanted to hear Leonard Pitts speak. While the Pulitzer Prize winning writer certainly did not disappoint, I left that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Celebration profoundly affected by a different speaker. Disarmingly diminutive, 17-year old Milly Figueroa took the mic and, with her own [...]
Within the glorious spectacle of the movie Selma, with its heart-stopping images, invigorating pacing and indelible performances, lies a phrase that lingers long after the credits roll. President Lyndon Johnson said it during a landmark civil rights speech he made on March 15, 1965. Treat yourself to a reading of this masterful piece of writing [...]