Obama had a nightmare that he was living in a nation where he was judged not by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character.
I dream of a day when racism and accusations of racism aren’t effective political tools.
The Dark Ages ended with the invention of coffee and whiteboards.
I understand what rights are, but I’ve never really understood what civil rights are.
“We shall overcome! …unless someone asks for a photo ID.”
Things aren’t worse in this country; we’re just much whinier than we used to be.
So what’s the friendship level where you avenge death? Is that before or after helping someone move?
So, as a society, how far are we from just being able to stop talking about race so much?
I can see how duck calls and decoys will help you catch some ducks, but what if you’re hunting introvert ducks?