Still I Ride
Arlington’s recent Ride for Black Lives was a long time in the making. The wheels of justice need to keep turning.
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Arlington’s recent Ride for Black Lives was a long time in the making. The wheels of justice need to keep turning.
APS has not closed the opportunity gap in decades. We ought to be protesting about that.
Imagine if they were Black. They would be killed or locked up for life.
My job as a culture facilitator took me to Ferguson and Charlotte. Minneapolis was different.
“White privilege” is an uncomfortable and often misunderstood term. Now I know what it really means.
Police violence grabs the headlines, but people of color also face daily indignities that are not easily caught on video.
My husband and I went downtown to protest. I feel the excitement, the movement. But this is not my story to tell.
Posting on Facebook is easy. It's not enough.
Growing up, I was called “half spic/half nigger.” I was threatened if I stepped on someone’s lawn. I’ve been followed around retail stores. This is real.
My high school had maybe 15 people of color, total. The U.S. Army changed everything for me.
My grandmother saw protests and asked, “What do they want?” My son sees protests and says, “We want change.”
When does my brother go from being seen as a cute kid to being perceived as a potential threat to someone’s life?