The Republic of T.

Black. Gay. Father. Vegetarian. Buddhist. Liberal.

March 6, 2015
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50 Years Later: The Long March From Selma To Ferguson

50 Years Later: The Long March From Selma To Ferguson Fifty years after Selma, the Department of Justice Report on Ferguson reveals the same racism the Selma marchers stood against, and the same economic consequences. On Wednesday, nearly fifty years … Continue reading

March 23, 2012
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Whose Son Will Be The Next Trayvon Martin? Pt. 3

Author Elizabeth Stone, in an often quoted observation, once noted that “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” In the nine years since … Continue reading

December 8, 2011
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Herman Cain & Eddie Long: A Tale of Two Players

It’s rare that two very public implosions occur almost simultaneously or resonate so well with one another as the the crashing and burning of Herman Cain’s presidential campaign and Eddie Long’s marriage and ministry. It’s even rarer that two high … Continue reading

November 13, 2009
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Conservatives’ Race to Oblivion, Pt. 2 of 3

Michelle Bachman’s “Superbowl of Freedom” (or “Bachmannalia”) was not the first protest with such attention grabbing signage, but merely the latest. September saw Glenn Beck’s 9/12 marchers descent upon Washington. Again, they brought their message-bearing signs and posters. And their … Continue reading

July 20, 2009
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Sotomayor & The Vulcan Standard, Pt 1.

I was probably an annoying person to have around if you were watching the Sotomayor confirmation hearings. I was so frustrated listening to them that I couldn’t help … um … talking back to the television. There is, after all, … Continue reading