Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. warned us that midnight is not just a time on the clock—it is a condition. In his “Knock at Midnight” sermon, he spoke of darkness settling over a nation: confusion, despair, moral drift. If he were standing with us today, I believe he would say plainly—here we go again.
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In Minneapolis, the fatal shooting of Renee Nicole Good, a 37-year-old mother and community member, by a federal ICE agent has shaken a city still healing from past trauma and demanded once again that we take stock of where this nation is headed.
And today, as I watch the recent actions and proposals of Donald Trump, I am convinced more than ever that January 6 was never about a single election. It was about establishing permission, permission to ignore laws, undermine institutions, and normalize the seizure of power by force, intimidation, or decree.
As Christmas approaches, most of us recognize it as a season meant for reflection, grace, and goodwill. Yet, I find myself deeply troubled by what I see unfolding across Broward County. Instead of unity, we are witnessing hurt, mudslinging, character attacks and too often this is coming from Black political candidates against one another. That alone should give us pause. If so called “LEADERS” are engaged in this sordid behavior, what will the people do?
Broward Schools at the Brink: Incompetence or Corruption—Either Way, Our Children Lose
As the holidays draw near, many of us turn our attention to preparing our homes for cleaning, decorating, and making space for family and friends. In my household, that preparation came with an unexpected lesson. We were being pestered, nagged, and flat-out intruded upon by what we thought were harmless fruit flies. You know the kind those little nuisances that dance around your kitchen like Muhammad Ali, jabbing left and right while your guests pretend not to see them.
Welcome to Giving Tuesday, that special time of year when every organization, every acquaintance, and possibly even your old high school gym teacher pops out of retirement to remind you that your wallet hasn’t suffered enough.
There comes a time when we must speak plainly, especially when the winds of accusation begin to blow unevenly across our political landscape. Today, I stand in support of confronting double standards —not to dismiss the seriousness of the charges brought against her, but to demand a level of scrutiny, fairness, and consistency that our nation seems increasingly unwilling to apply equally.
Travel has a way of disrupting your comfort, resetting your compass, and confronting you with truths you can’t unsee. While moving through parts of South Africa from Johannesburg’s dense townships to the sprawling informal settlements that stretch farther than the eye can see, I witnessed poverty on a scale that wounds the soul. Abject conditions, tin-roof shacks pieced together with determination, children navigating dirt paths barefoot with laughter still somehow intact.
For such a time as this, when truth seems to have been traded for convenience and justice pawned off for political survival, we find ourselves watching history repeat itself only this time, it’s wearing a red tie and a presidential seal.