And now here's this week's episode of Great Moments in Black History.
The year is 1979. Jimmy Carter is in office, disco is on the radio and Ron Stallworth has just joined the Ku Klux Klan.
Donald Trump is a man of famously definite opinions. Whether it be about Mexicans, Muslims or Mueller, he knows what he thinks and isn't shy about sharing.
Maybe you remember when Mexico was going to pay for the wall.
"Imagine the earth beneath you opening up and swallowing you whole. Imagine feeling everything good inside you -- love, joy, kindness, trust, security, hope -- burning and scorching to embers, giving way to fear, desperation, anguish and helplessness. Imagine being trapped in your worst nightmare, knowing that you will never wake from it. Imagine feeling truly abandoned -- by God, by the universe, by humanity. Imagine all of that -- and imagine it being far worse." -- "A Better Place," by Pati Navalta Poblete
All she asked was that someone pray for her.
Smack them with their own bat.
That was the gist of, "Hey Democrats, Fighting Fair is for Suckers," a provocative jeremiad that Politico ran on Independence Day. In it, writer Rob Goodman argued that, after Republicans have killed all the old political norms -- denying a Supreme Court nominee a hearing, for example -- it's silly for Democrats to go on playing by the rules. Why obey the law in a lawless world?
After almost two years of unending chaos, the only shocking thing about Donald Trump's disastrous Helsinki press conference with Russian President Vladimir Putin is that some people were apparently shocked.
They did not have to die.
That's the bitter truth. Katie Sasser and her friend John Hall would likely still be alive if cops and prosecutors in Glynn County, Georgia, had done their jobs.
For selling bottled water.
For napping in a dorm.
For mowing a lawn.
At one point in Justice Sonia Sotomayor's ringing dissent from last week's Supreme Court decision upholding Donald Trump's ban on travelers from a group of nations, most of them with Muslim-majority populations, she recounts his many insults against followers of Islam.
We're not here to talk about civility.
"Illegals" have faces.
What if God were one of us?
Singer Joan Osborne famously asked that question in 1995. In her Grammy-nominated hit, "One Of Us," she envisions the author of all creation as "a slob like one of us, just a stranger on a bus trying to make his way home."
Here's an axiomatic truth:
If you want to make sure people see or hear something, ban people from seeing or hearing something.
There will be few tears for Aaron Persky.
California voters gave the Superior Court judge his walking papers last week. Persky, the state's first judge to be recalled since 1932, became a target of national fury two years ago when he sentenced Brock Turner, a Stanford University student convicted of sexually assaulting a young woman after she got drunk at a party.
Black lives don't matter.
It is a message that has, for centuries, been woven like thread into the fabric of this nation.
It made my mother scream.
That's what I remember. I had been lying dozy in bed, but at the sound of her, I scrambled into the living room. She was standing before the television watching an image of chaos in a hotel ballroom.
We're going to try something different today. Rather than pontificate yet again upon the motives of Donald Trump's supporters, I'll let a few of them explain themselves in their own words.
They might be the three hardest words in the English language: "I was wrong."
Today, we will discuss one of the most pressing threats to American Christianity. Meaning, of course, American Christians.
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