As a journalist, blogger and advocate, there are some positions I have taken publicly that have cost me applause, comfort, friendships, and sometimes even support from people who otherwise agree with my broader work of being a voice for the voiceless. One of those positions is my unapologetic stance on drugs, drug dealers, and the

When Michael Maurice Johnson was convicted a few months ago of rape and first-degree assault in a Baltimore County case, it reopened an old wound that never truly closed. For many people, Johnson’s new conviction did not create new grief. It confirmed an old fear. It reminded people of 16-year-old Phylicia Simone Barnes, the beautiful honor

They say history rewards those who are willing to search for it, and as a journalist, a Black man, and a descendant of people whose history was too often stolen, buried, distorted, or deliberately erased, I have developed an endless thirst for knowledge about the story of my people. Black and Indigenous people in America.

I’m very angry today and I am certain that I am not alone. The problem is that my anger is two-fold. How does a store owner falsely acuse a 14-year-old kid of stealing bottles of water, chase him out the store off the property, shoots him in the back as he fled, and a jury