Perhaps you've heard of it. As fast-food workers around the country protest for higher wages, we learn that McDonald's offers advice to help them live on the wages they make that, while not technically bupkes, do amount to a paycheck you can pretty much have the driver cash for you on the bus ride home.
I am Trayvon Martin. Distill it to its marrow, and that is what African-Americans have been telling other Americans since February 2012, when the unarmed teenager was stalked and killed by George Zimmerman, who, for no good reason, thought him suspicious. And it is essentially what President Obama said in an impromptu appearance in the White House press room last week.
Sometimes, the directness of children is unsettling.
They just have this way of making things plain.
Four words of advice for African Americans in the wake of George Zimmerman’s acquittal: Wake the hell up.
As Christina Cordero remembers it, the doctor would not take no for an answer.
"As soon as he found out that I had five kids, he suggested that I look into getting it done. The closer I got to my due date, the more he talked about it. He made me feel like a bad mother if I didn't do it."
Mohandas Gandhi went to Yeravda Central Prison. Martin Luther King Jr., went to Birmingham jail. Nelson Mandela went to Robben Island. Edward Snowden is going to Venezuela.
I was standing in line with God, buying tickets to see "Monsters University." He's a big Billy Crystal fan.
Last week was bittersweet for the cause of human dignity.
For years, I've argued with certain African-American people about their insistence upon using the so-called N-word which, to my ears, is, inalterably, a statement of self-loathing. They say I don't understand. They say the word no longer means what it has always meant. They say it's just a friendly fraternal greeting.
It will not be with guns. If ever tyranny overtakes this land of the sometimes free and home of the intermittently brave, it probably won't, contrary to the fever dreams of gun rights extremists, involve jack-booted government thugs rappelling down from black helicopters.
I cannot write this the way I want. Doing so would invade the privacy of too many people. But I can't be silent, either.
You’d think they’d never seen a scandal before. Like the nerd hero of some R-rated sex comedy who suddenly finds himself alone with a willing girl for the first time, some on the Republican right are giddy, hyperventilating and acting a little goofy at the troubles now plaguing Team Obama.
"I know this sounds racist, but ..."
So goes the subject line on last week's email from Bill, a reader. It seems Bill has an idea.
Hold your applause. As milestones go, this one is disappointing.
It is, at best, half a milestone. Or a down payment on a milestone. If you are of a more cynical bent, you might even call it an effort to forestall a milestone.
I have not seen the video.
Not saying I won't, but for now, I've chosen not to. To rush online and seek out cellphone footage of two fanatics with machetes who butchered a British soldier in London on Wednesday, to watch them standing there, hands painted red with his blood, speaking for the cameras, would feel like an act of complicity, like giving them what they want, like being a puppet yanked by its strings