Author: Carma Henry

 BLACKPRESSUSA NEWSWIRE — America is no longer drifting toward authoritarianism. It is living it. Project 2025 has been instituted, and the results are clear.

   When Dr. Jinga Oglesby-Brihm walks into a room, whether it’s a clinic exam space, a virtual visit, or the living room of a homebound patient, she carries with her not only a stethoscope but also a mission: to make quality healthcare accessible to all, regardless of the ability to pay.

BLACKPRESSUSA NEWSWIRE — It wasn’t someone from “the radical left.” It wasn’t an “illegal immigrant,” and it wasn’t a person of color.

BLACKPRESSUSA NEWSWIRE — The Black Press is two years away from its 200th anniversary. Two centuries of carrying our story when others denied us a voice.

    Liberty City began as a community in need of change and healing. Black neighborhoods had overcome years of segregation, prejudices, underfunded schools,

 BLACKPRESSUSA NEWSWIRE — Michael Lewis, the creator of the much-talked about and apparently racist billboard that recently drew wide-spread anger, has fessed up to the deed but said it wasn’t racially motivated at all.

  When Leja Williams slipped into her crisp white coat for the first time, she felt the weight of more than just fabric on her shoulders. A proud member of the Class of 2029, Williams described the moment as “exciting, happy, and more determined than ever.” For her, the white coat wasn’t just a symbol of medical training—it was a promise.

Charlie Kirk rose to prominence by promoting a racist, sexist, and bigoted agenda under the guise of Christianity, using distorted, barroom-style arguments that masquerade as sincere debate. Prove me wrong.

       The Readjusters emerged in the late 1870s, when Virginia’s elites were insisting the state repay its massive pre-war debt in full — even if that meant closing schools and slashing public services. Poor and working-class families, Black and white, saw clearly what was at stake: the future of their children’s education. Public schools had been significantly expanded during Reconstruction, and they were now under threat.

     I will not . . . will not . . . will not. Yet I do – more so than ever, this last month or so, since I moved from Chicago to a retirement community in Appleton, Wisconsin. Complicating this is the fact that, within days of my move, fascist What’s-His-Name has declared that he will send federal troops to Chicago to “restore order,” kidnap possible immigrants and punish (kill) the city’s dissident soul. His words have intensified my love for the city I have left, pulling me back to it emotionally, even though physically I remain here.