Most of my personal revolutions occurred without fanfare, without ceremony, and usually in the still quiet of my soul.
Slow down, of course. Maybe even change lanes to give the stopped vehicle a wide berth.
You have no idea the battles I’ve fought inside American newsrooms while many of my black colleagues sat mum.
What are we going to do as African Americans to save ourselves, our families, our neighborhoods?
Fountain: No brother would allow himself to become the worst enemy of the state of Black America. The truth? Some brothers do.