A few years back, one of my best friends had the opportunity to go back to his home church in D.C. and give a speech during a service. As a son of the church, he was speaking on his journey from his beginnings in southeast Washington, D.C., to, at that point in time, receiving his Ph.D. in psychometrics from Fordham…
A few months back, we took to the streets of Los Angeles to talk about being Urban by Nature. We gathered a few hundred Angelenos for a night of discussion, drinks and networking.
What a difference a year makes. Just a little over a year ago, Damon and I signed those final signatures to complete the process to transition into becoming part of The Root. Like most things in life, it’s important to reflect on milestone moments. By this point last year, Damon had begun working as a senior editor at…
If you were a commenter on Very Smart Brothas before the switch to Kinja, this is your chance to reassociate all your old comments from Disqus with your new Kinja account. Just follow these steps:
Hey, young world (who lives in the greater Los Angeles area or has lots of money and time to fly out to L.A.)! Do you enjoy the great outdoors? Do you hike, bike or like to go outside? Do you like free events? If the answer to any of those questions is yes and you’re going to be in L.A. on March 29, then you should…
2017 was a year of growth for The Root. With the help of our dedicated readers, we reached new milestones and added new members to our team. Our new verticals, The Glow Up and Very Smart Brothas, have quickly become fan favorites, and our events were bigger and better than ever. In 2018 we’re pushing our limits even…
As media partners for the Blackout for Human Rights-produced MLK Now event at New York City’s Riverside Church on Monday, The Root found a lot to be inspired by this Martin Luther King Day. But at The Glow Up, we were pleasantly surprised to also find #BlackGirlMagic in full effect.
On a macro level and, I think, by most objective measures, 2017 was a fairly shitty year. I don’t have the time or disposition to run down everything that went wrong, but in a nutshell: Our president sucks, Congress sucks, our white electorate sucks, white people keep white-folkin’, we lost a bevy of great people and…
It’s been a relatively slow week for rapey vat of curdled Cheez Whiz Donald Trump and his cadre of paint thinner-dipped sociopathic marionettes. Perhaps it’s because he’s currently on his 27th vacation of the last three months, and there’s no dry snitches left to fire for outing cocksucking contortionists to the New…
I regret not attending an HBCU.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been recapping the latest episodes of Insecure. This week I’m going to do a little of that, but there’s something much bigger we need to discuss.
In the time since I began writing this, Jay Cutler could’ve broken his right ring finger after punching a bag of Hot Cheetos for just being moderately warm instead of “Flamin’,” and the Dolphins, in need of another quarterback, could reach out to Colin Kaepernick. But for now he remains unsigned, and the only logical…
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Hey, young world! Welcome to our new digs. You already knew that we were moving to a deluxe apartment in the sky. We got the keys a little bit earlier than anticipated, so here we are.
Makes the list because I’ve never seen that before. And I’m 92 percent certain that shit has never happened before. But it’s only the eighth most wrong thing because I’m definitely intrigued as fuck by it now. And might even incorporate a flute twerk-off at my next game night.
It wasn’t until my fifth or sixth time in New York City as an adult that I realized why it always felt 10 degrees hotter than the actual temperature in the summer and 10 degrees colder than the actual temperature in the winter. (A New York City 80 degrees feels like 90, and 20 degrees feels like FUCK THIS FUCKING…
Queen Sugar, the Ava DuVernay-helmed television show on Auntie O’s OWN and based on the book by Natalie Baszile, is kicking ass and taking names right now. It’s easily one of the most compelling shows on television, and probably the only justification for why I see Farmers Only commercials on black television…
The talk is literally a talk many black parents have with their children to inform them of the dangers of “existing while black” and the myriad things out there actively trying to kill us.
(Photo courtesy of Jonathan Newton/Washington Post; Flyer courtesy of Panama Jackson/VSB)
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