"Finding out that the U.S. Army regulations seemed to be geared towards eliminating Black females with natural hair was heartbreaking for me... It pains me to know that an organization that I have sacrificed so much for doesn't accept me in my natural, yet professional state."
When it comes to rape culture and manifestations of sexual violence against women, as people of color, we find ourselves at the forefront of this plague.
What will happen 30 years from now when the litigation my colleagues and I devoted ourselves to has faded from collective memory? Despite reforms, this place remains a prison for children.
One of the reasons I created GLAM4GOOD was so I could harness the positive aspects of fashion and beauty to celebrate courage and perseverance in the face of great difficulty, tragedy and pain. Nayanda was right, GLAM4GOOD is more than just a makeover -- often it's about honoring and acknowledging everyday heroism and bravery.
When a magazine calls a woman with pale eyes and hair beautiful, I don't have any problem agreeing. They are beautiful. We all are. But what many magazines fail to realize is that there's more than one brand of beauty.
I was taken back to childhood days of dancing and singing along to the radio with my older sister, Danielle. There is -- and always will be -- something magical about sharing the dance floor with the person who has been able to finish your sentences.
Most women are conditioned to believe that their hopes and dreams should dim in comparison to a mans. How often do you hear of men quitting their jobs because their woman got a new position that requires them to relocate? What about men choosing to stay at home with their children while the woman continues to further her career? Hardly ever.
History teaches us that negative forces will always try to smear and distort those on the side of justice, that is nothing new. But it is up to us to keep marching forward -- for victory is made up by those that remain focused and disciplined.
We are more fit, more fun and more happening than previous generations. We wear similar clothing, like the same music and enjoy the same movies, books and television shows.
Near the commencement of Outkast's hour-and-a-half long performance at Coachella this past weekend, the lauded duo reciprocally encircled the table while simultaneously reciting their seminal lyrics, walking a circular path reminiscent of spiritual pilgrims walking a labyrinth.
Before this past January, I hadn't cried since 1999 and the Denzel movie The Hurricane.
The question is not who is in charge. Rather, it is how well is the university doing in fulfilling its mission.
Why am I writing this? As a single mother, raising two black young men and surrounded by the death of so many young men, I am constantly in search of positive influences that will inspire them, motivate them and keep them on the right path.
Beloved, I woke up late to black rage. I don't want the same for you. This rage will help you experience the very heart of Christ, the heart that is upset by every instance of oppression and misuse of power.
I asked males in the audience how they defined manhood. A lot of the usual terms came up like "provider" and "strong" and "responsibility." I responded those words could also apply to my single mother and most women I know.
This is not a movie review, a history lesson or a call to action. It is simply a statement of truth.
I could go to painstaking lengths, detailing how deeply offensive and unfunny the repeated and gratuitous use of n**** in the movie The Hangover Part II was, but the damage in large part has already been done. This bell can't be un-rung.
Nevertheless, this much must be said. The use of n**** is not funny, appreciated or acceptable in any context, by anyone who utters it.
Hate crime legislation and the FCC are clear in regards to the word, the rest of us need to be clear too.
I could create a historical time line ranging from Birth of a Nation in 1915 to The Hangover Part II in 2011 and illustrate how n***a is nothing more than the cinematic cousin of n***er and equally offensive when employed as a tool to generate laughs. But let's just keep this simple.