It feels a lot, tonight, like November 1963, and I have liver and onions and mashed potatoes sitting on my plate. I wasn't eating any of that, and my father wasn't letting me up from the table until I … [Read more...] about November 1963
Business across the country are boarded up, people have actually asked me if I think it’s safe to “be out” this week. A quarter million of us are dead from an invisible killer, we wear masks and we … [Read more...] about American Taliban
I use two moral compasses, my grandmother Cora and Muhammad Ali. When I say Mr. Ali influenced my life I don't mean he was a boxer I admired. He was, and still is, a larger than life role model for … [Read more...] about What’s My Name?
I met Ronny Gray in 1972. The young boy spoke of things I’d never heard of, and could not imagine. The cotton gin, and the great migration north of his family coming out of Mississippi. He spoke of … [Read more...] about Ronny Gray
“An unbroken string of days is all that brought us here. Eat some, sleep some, drink some, fuck some and fight some and here we are. An army of scoundrels, like me, like you, pulling’ and pushin’ and … [Read more...] about Wisdom of Jimmy B. Tester