Battleground Schools: The Little Rock Nine and the Fight for Desegregation

In Honor of Black History Month After last week’s horrific mass shooting at Margery Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, it’s tempting to romanticize the past and imagine that obtaining an education was once not as dangerous of a proposition as it is now. However, the young people who led the charge to desegregate public schools in the United States also faced peril as they tried to attend classes.

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To Till a Field or Write a Poem? Booker T. Washington’s Legacy

In Honor of Black History Month Twenty-three years ago, I landed my first full-time college teaching position at Tuskegee University in Alabama. Originally known as Tuskegee Institute, the school was founded by Booker T. Washington in 1881 to provide vocational education for southern blacks in the years after Reconstruction. Washington, born a slave in 1856, would overcome enormous odds to become the most influential African American in the United States

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The Full-Blown Spectacle of It All

A few summers ago, I wrote about the Rio 2016 Summer Olympic Games. In case you haven’t noticed, despite the best efforts of good people everywhere, they’re happening again.  Rest assured, though, that things are different this time around, just as they are every time a new marketing campaign launches. If you doubt the differences between the two, consider these three things: That was August, 2016, and this is February, 2018. 

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Patriot Fans Should Enjoy Their Success

As a Denver Bronco fan since 1965, I have a long dislike of the Boston/ New England Patriots. In the sixties, the Broncos were inept and quarterbacks like Boston’s Babe Parilli carved up the Denver defense like deli meat. So I was naturally glad to see Philadelphia eke out a win in Super Bowl LII. The enemy of my enemy and all of that. Usually, I root for the AFC

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The Well Rose

Oh Rose thou art well. The invisible worm, Who flew in the night In that howling storm Found sweet forgiveness For your crimson joy, Climbed out and flew away A much happier boy.