We are disguising our collective wounds instead of treating them.
The miniseries is full of big ideas about freedom and self-determination.
The problem isn’t police-community relations. It’s our acceptance of a broken system.
On the day I turned 18, I could hardly wait for the final school bell to ring—but not for the reason you might imagine. I couldn’t wait to get in my car, drive downtown to the courthouse, and register to vote. Women in the United States were permitted this right only 96 years ago with the passing of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which reads in part: “The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.”
Lincoln understood that the dream of well-being, if not radically democratized, would for some people only be a nightmare.
In American history, some lives have mattered; others have not. That difference fundamentally has been a racial one.
A man buys a lottery ticket at a small store in Cambodia. Ten years ago, he could have bought a human being there.