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If you want a good education, you need to have good teachers. It seems ridiculous to have to say as much, but such is the state that matters have reached, both in academia and in the public conversation that surrounds it, that apparently we do. [...]

In December, while being drinky poolside with two friends under the blanket of a sticky Panama City night, I watched Twitter collectively orgasm after Beyoncé dropped. The next morning, I steered a young lady named Kitty Pryde back onto the right path, into the light. [...]

I created #BlackLivesMatter with Patrisse Cullors and Opal Tometi, two of my sisters, as a call to action for Black people after 17-year-old Trayvon Martin was post-humously placed on trial for his own murder and the killer, George Zimmerman, was not held accountable for the [...]

I spent a good portion of my life trying to be better than the best. I was always the first to jump at an extra assignment or task, to show everyone that I was capable. But for what? Why? It was late at [...]

Welcome to 50th Bridge Crossing Jubilee — Selma. Here you will find historical facts, pictures, information on all upcoming events, and much more. Each year the National Voting Rights Museum & Institute in conjunction with 21st Century Youth Leadership [...]

> This talk was given at a local TEDx event, produced independently of the TED Conferences. The educational reforms of the last 100 years are predicated on information scarcity. Today, not unlike the early 1900s, Children go to schools where [...]

Imagine, scary as it is, you have been beaten, shot, or held by a policeman, choked until you could not breathe. As your time passes and life is adrift, do you wonder; might someone help me? Will anyone assist? You hear voices. Oh no, might [...]

We had pride and there was a care we took with each other. Though there were normal middle school cliques and dramas, there was also a strength and loyalty among us. On that bus, we were family. I felt like I belonged. But when I [...]

To Mulugeta Seraw What could we have done but give your son our crooked handwritten, misspelled condolences? We wrote letters and poems on construction paper, neatly folding them like your resting hands in the casket.   We slipped our notes between fruit [...]