Photojournalist Robert A. Sengstacke was born with ink in his blood in a family where a newspaper was its stock-in-trade, but Sengstacke converted the ink to film—and sometimes words—to become a noted man behind the camera.
With the recent appearance of poet and publisher Haki Madhubuti in the city and his message that Bobby Sengstacke, the noted photojournalist, had joined the ancestors, Chicago was definitely on my mind.
For nearly eight years, the GOP has been doing everything possible to repeal Obamacare, and they thought that with President Trump making the same complaint, it was a done deal.
Ever since the presidential campaign of Donald Trump and the racist rhetoric he spewed, there has been a noticeable increase of white nationalism in the U.S.
James Comey, the FBI director who jumped the gun on Hillary Clinton’s emails with a letter to Congress days before the presidential election, finally said the bureau is investigating the possible collusion between the Trump campaign and Russia.
President Trump and the GOP are hoping to salvage at least a scintilla of victory with the confirmation of Neil Gorsuch as a Supreme Court Justice.
Rightfully, and hopefully passionately, there will be a flurry of encomiums for the poet Derek Walcott, who died March 17 in his native island of St. Lucia, which figured so “phosphorous,” to paraphrase one of his favorite words, in his poetry
Some African-American personalities are so legendary that hardly a season passes that their achievements, their contributions, are not invoked.
In downtown Indianapolis there is a 30-foot mural of Mari Evans, and it almost rises to the height of her poetic acclaim and majesty.
A few days ago on March 10, there were a number of events commemorating the death of Harriet Tubman, the legendary abolitionist who died on this date in 1913.