The Walk for Peace with Aloka, borrowed from the Facebook page. Everyday we call and often text our son in Minnesota. While he lives in a St. Paul diverse neighborhood not under attack from ICE, he works at a food co-op in the Somali community in Minneapolis where fear runs justifiably high. That business, along with hundreds of others, is closed today in support of the general strike to protest ICE. Over the last few weeks, our son has been trained and issued a whistle and i

2001 Real-But-Not-in-Kansas Wedding Portrait When Courtney and Denise asked me to marry them, I said, “Sure, but you know, I’m not legal...

When I was growing up, a  high school teacher would stretch forth one arm, drop his wrist dramatically, swish, and imitate Charles Nelson...

As I read about the Trayvon Martin murder and subsequent trial, I can’t stop thinking about the obvious: the invisibility of privilege,...

On May 6, 2001, I conducted my very first (and so far, last) wedding for my dear friends and our kids’ godparents. Courtney and Denise...

Today I was honored to be the keynote speaker at the State of Kansas Holocaust Commemoration at the Kansas History Museum in Topeka, KS....

There are many people tortured, even killed, just because they are who they are, and while I don’t mean to lift up Shepard above all...

Sitting on Dora’s lap in our small Brooklyn apartment kitchen, I asked, “If the white people are so mean to the black people, why isn’t...

I'm dreaming some of Egypt, feeling that joyous swoop of energy from yesterday, and all it says about the possibilities for tomorrow....