Three poems inspired by Toni Morrison's Song of Solomon.
As Charlotte, North Carolina has grown rapidly, its schools have become the most racially and socio-economically segregated schools in the United States.
Big KRIT brings us to Mississippi and soothes our ears with the harmonious sounds of our state’s trademark struggle.
"Love your neighbor.... Love your Latino/Latina neighbor. Love your gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgender neighbor. Love your Muslim neighbor. Love your black and brown neighbors. Show love to all people around you."
As a banjoist plucked “I’m a Good Old Rebel,” I joined several Confederate reenactors resting from battle. “People ask me all the time, ‘Why are you a Rebel?’ And I say, ‘Everybody is a Rebel." But there's a darker side here, too.
As opioid overdoses skyrocket across the country, some of the highest mortality rates are in the South. In Scalawag’s debut podcast, Kat Bawden takes us inside the Urban Survivor’s Union, a support network and advocacy group practicing harm reduction for drug users.
Our opponents seek to destroy America by (having the same religious beliefs as our rural grandparents/ having a federal government). But we can save our country from this terror with (hashtag activism/ the very guns they seek to ban). That is the American way.
No swan so awkward out of water
as I was, squatly 14, heaped on the bank
like a parcel clumsily packed.
With his hair slicked back
In Louisville, from a side-walk
turned-sideline on West Broadway,
I catch my beloved
The official theme of the Hurricane Katrina anniversary was resiliency—but look around the city and there was much more at stake.
In the first days after Hurricane Katrina, he remembers facing down insurance companies, guns pointed at him by unidentified mercenaries, and mold.
When it comes to today's Republican Party, superficial changes often serve to obscure more important continuities with the country's dark past.
We need to face the tragedies of American history with a full accounting.
One of the secrets is not one any longer.
I told Esther who told Fina who told May
about a man twice my age
Miya asked a regular-looking cat with eyes cut like a death sentence/ what his skin was hungry for/ Black Boy spoke back with tongue split/ the jury decision for Pookie ‘n dem/ that one summer
I want to talk about what the storm left in its wake. I want to talk about what it means to try to repair the irreparable, about how sometimes a place is never the same and how pretending it is creates an act of incessant denial, an erasure of what was lost and what could have been.
“I saw activists throwing community block parties, voting drives, food drives — and canvassing the neighborhood for general good causes and to uplift the local residents."
History matters. How antebellum slavery shapes contemporary Southern inequality: By the numbers
We return then to the bleached the broken
sands and hear again an echo learned is lost.