Four months from now, the 2020 U.S. presidential general election will be held, and on Super Tuesday, people from all walks of life will be casting a ballot for the candidate whom they feel is best-suited to lead our great nation.
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Maybe we think we have a president. I don’t have a president. He lost me at “grab [women] by the p***y.”
During this divisive year of elections, jockeying for votes is evident. Many African American communities will see an increase in interest in their votes.
A few years ago, I moved a friend to Washington, D.C. One of the things this friend was most looking forward to after getting settled in was getting license plates that had the "No taxation without representation" slogan on them.
There are places in our nation that seem to be in total chaos. The “American Dream” was once a bright and shining star that many here and abroad worked for and desired. It meant someone had overcome the odds and succeeded through life’s many trials.
During this divisive year of elections, jockeying for votes is evident. Many African American communities will see an increase in interest in their votes.
Some events have the power of a match set to a mountain of dry wood. The video from Minneapolis, showing a police officer killing George Floyd in broad daylight, his knee pressed hard onto a handcuffed man’s neck as he pleads to live, all 8 1/2 minutes of it — this has been such an event.
Let’s not sugarcoat it. Your last semester in high school has gotten demolished by a global pandemic and it is wickedly unfair. Your graduation is now a drive-thru, your prom is imaginary, and instead of spending your last semester of senior year hanging out with your friends and taking a vi…
George Floyd's death at the hands – or rather the knee – of Minneapolis police office Derek Chauvin has sparked protests nationwide, including some looting and destruction of property in my hometown of Dallas. I do not condone senseless violence, but I understand some of the rage and frustra…
With piecemeal re-openings around the country, businesses are limping out of this housebound period, if they still exist to emerge at all.
It has been eight weeks now since the Great Shutdown began. Humanity has not been forced to sit this immobile for this long since the 1951 movie classic, The Day the Earth Stood Still, and that time it was just science fiction.
With 2020 hindsight, a decade from now, we will want to look back not in anger and anxiety, but in relief and recognition that we struggled past the present precipice and worked for a better world.
In these dark times, with the fallen market and anxious employees teleworking if they are lucky, or receiving unemployment if they are not, we look out at empty streets and face more weeks of loneliness and isolation.
“I am an old woman, named after my mother… Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery… To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.”
Narrow restriction of local information about confirmed cases of COVID-19 begs the question: What is the appropriate balance between protecting an individual’s identity and the public’s right to information during a public health crisis?
Perhaps in your own life, if you love books as I do, there is a bookstore that looms like magic in the recesses of your mind, where dreams and daylight meet and the fairytale world of story is an oasis -- particularly now, when you can go nowhere.
In a time of such singular global anxiety and uncertainty about what we are hearing, how do we weigh the source? We are afraid for our lives.
Did the U.S. Supreme Court go too far in its rationale for free speech and press when ruling for the New York Times in a landmark libel case brought by a public official 56 years ago?
The coronavirus or Covid-19 is spreading and we are anxious, more so every day.
We’ve been poll-axed, and we didn’t feel a thing.
On learning Russia had staged a massive disinformation campaign in the 2016 presidential election, schools across the country began adding digital literacy classes to their course offerings.
LOCKPORT, N.Y. -- It happened again this morning. Just after dawn my youngest daughter was whisked away in a yellow bus to spend the day at one of the most socialist institutions on our city: Lockport High School.
I could only roll my eyes a couple of years ago when a Republican candidate for the Kentucky Legislature called his Democratic opponent a “socialist.” They were running to represent a mostly agricultural district, and I didn’t see much in either’s speeches, mailings or platforms that smelled…
I didn’t get into documentary filmmaking on purpose. I stumbled in, and didn’t get out. It’s a lifelong school of hard knocks. You can try acting holier-than-thou to your brethren in Hollywood, but at the end of the day you have mostly maxed out your credit cards or your dad’s.
For decades, the nation's media have covered, and amplified, the controversies of rap music, from the hype of the East Coast-West Coast rivalry that framed the murders of rappers Tupac Shakur and Notorious B.I.G. in the 1990s, to last year's murder of Los Angeles rapper and activist Nipsey Hussle.
“The bus stops here,” read the signage on his desk. On the floor, a bus line doormat.
The allegations in Ronan Farrow’s recent book, “Catch and Kill,”that top execs at NBC News had squashed his revelatory reporting on Harvey Weinstein -- NBC’s loss was The New Yorker’s gain -- ripped open in me old psychic wounds. I thought I had put these to bed on my birthday in 2002, when …
Since 1983, communities nationwide have gathered on the third Monday of January to commemorate the legacy of civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
“Find the cost of freedom,” wrote Stephen Stills in 1970 upon visiting a Civil War site. Those who fought and died to defend our freedoms are indeed “buried in the ground” as Stills and company sang.
Democrat Amy McGrath, a 44-year-old retired Marine combat pilot, has officially filed her candidate papers to challenge Republican Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell in November's election.
“In the bleak mid-winter” of Christina Rossetti’s 1872 poem, Salvation Army bells and tinnitus warring for headspace, I am haunted by those who did not get to see December cast its chill upon the northern latitudes once more.
TV trumps Twitter. At least this election cycle.
Give thanks.
Before dying of a methamphetamine overdose early on Aug. 1, 2017, La Salle County, Texas, prisoner James Dean Davis, aka “Country,” moaned and yelled for most of the night. Sweat dripped off him in a chilly holding cell, as vomit ran red, like Kool-Aid, on the floor.
CNN’s media correspondent Brian Stelter recently unleashed his frustration when a 10-year-old tweet set off a firestorm.
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The immediate aftermath of what some political pundits view as puzzling election results in Kentucky on Tuesday is hardly time enough to analyze accurately what happened and why. But we can draw some broad conclusions.
It’s promising to be a banner year for the business of media, thanks to the 2020 elections just under a year away.
If you live in non-metro or rural America, you’ve been left behind by the economic boom cycle that came after the Great Recession. You also endured a more severe recession than people who live in bigger cities.
At a May 2016 campaign rally in Charleston, West Virginia, Donald Trump, the presumed GOP nominee for president, told the faithful: “If I win, we’re going to bring those miners back. You’re going to be so proud of your president. For those miners, get ready, because you’re going to be workin…
Yogi Berra once famously gave this puzzling advice to a college graduating class, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” The quip became lore, along with other Yogi-isms attributed to the legendary baseball player.
Cycle backwards on the news wheel to this month in 1996, and two events occurred in media, one of which matters to you and the other only matters to me: Roger Ailes, former political consultant to the Bush clan, was named president of Rupert Murdoch’s nascent Fox News cable channel, and I wa…
Presidents and presidential candidates try to manipulate public opinion whenever they consider press coverage embarrassing, unhelpful or worse.
With Bernie Sanders’ heart attack, perhaps precipitated by the stress of campaigning with unabated revolutionary fervor, coupled with head-snapping contradictory pronouncements from spinmeister Rudy Giuliani, some found themselves wondering if millennial ageism is warranted.
“Slow Learner” was the title of a novel by Thomas Pynchon, with a hefty dose of irony. I never thought I’d apply it to a self-anointed newspaper of record, The New York Times
I’ve been called many things in my life, some with a germ of truth and some with a full-blown head cold. But my favorite occurred in 2003, when the late New York Post editor and MSNBC editor-in-chief, Jerry Nachman, welcomed me on his show as “the so-called father of reality TV.”
1969. A half-century removed from today. It was blurry then, and it’s blurrier now.
I bet you never heard of Emma Lazarus, but you’re probably familiar with the most recognizable closing phrase of her poem “The New Colossus.”
In 2002, a friend’s eight-year-old daughter, Brianna Caddell, while sleeping in her bed, was fatally shot with an AK-47 assault rifle. The shooter, a drug dealer who had beef with another drug dealer, fired on the wrong house in Detroit, spraying it with two dozen rounds.
Guns: 393.3 million in U.S. civilian hands.
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