civil rights movement
In 1964, Mimi Ford jumped into a pool—and changed the course of history.
We began to understand why James Baldwin called US history “more beautiful and more terrible than anyone has ever said about it.”
A contemplative Catholic nun touches the world through prayer.
Joseph Ross’s poems are an elegy for the civil rights movement’s martyrs.
“The vote is precious,” said Lewis. Fifty-five years after Bloody Sunday and the Voting Rights Act, many Americans remain disenfranchised.
But they don't say enough about racism in the present.
I was invited to an interfaith solidarity service. Instead I spent the day reading Congressman John Lewis's graphic novel trilogy about the civil rights movement.
A century before Alicia Garza came Anna Arnold Hedgeman, Violet Johnson, and Florence Spearing Randolph.
There is a danger in responding to a film like Hidden Figures by congratulating ourselves on how far we’ve come.
In 1911, Afro-Caribbean intellectual activist Hubert Harrison wrote in the New York Call that “politically the Negro is the touchstone of the modern democratic idea.” This touchstone metaphor is both startling and profound.
The young people leading this movement have heard enough about Martin Luther King's dream. It is not enough for church leaders to reply that they don't know much history.