


I’ve marched before but this time was different
This time it was personal. It became even more personal when on my way to the march a man approached me as I was making my way through the Underground carrying my placard. Genial enough at first he asked me what protest I was making my way to. It became apparent that...
The Brilliance of Trump
I cried when I listened to Michelle Obama speak last week, and I know I wasn’t alone. With her careful thought, her clear intelligence, her black-ness and her female-ness, this ordinary, extra-ordinary woman appeared in binary opposition to the man she so resolutely...