Gay historian, activist and kindhearted bohemian bon vivant, Stuart Timmons passed away peacefully on a recent Saturday morning, not long after recovering from a bout with pneumonia.
Late in the afternoon of February 1, 1960, four young black men — Ezell Blair Jr., David Richmond, Franklin McCain, and Joseph McNeil, all students at North Carolina Agricultural and Technical College in Greensboro — visited the local Woolworth five-and-dime store.
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines fellowship in various ways: as companionship, as a community of interest or experience, as a company of equals or friends, among others. These definitions serve as prologue to Julie Marie Myatt’s immersive stage play, fellowship
“This week we’re reading about the beginning of the 10 plagues against Pharaoh,” says Rabbi Neil Comess-Daniels, standing on the crowded sidewalk outside LAX’s Tom Bradley International Terminal.
The author Sam Keen once told me that James Donaldson was the only person he ever knew who became a social worker because he needed the money. But when Donaldson shaped this city – and changed my life – social work was still in his distant future.
How people traveled to the Women’s March in downtown Los Angeles was itself extraordinary and could make January 21 the date that transit re-established its role as central to the L.A. experience.
Video of protests against the Trump administration’s travel ban.
Anti-immigration decrees marked the first week of a shock-and-awe rollout of Trump initiatives to build a 1,900-mile wall along the border with Mexico, to cut off federal funds to “sanctuary cities” and to ban refugees from seven Muslim-majority countries.
Ed Simpson’s play, Periphery, opened in L.A. in honor of Black History Month – but also on the same day that massive crowds of protesters flooded the streets in cities across the nation against the newly inaugurated President Trump.
They were young and old, women and men, black, brown and white and everyone in between. All crushed together in a crowd officially estimated at 750,000 – far larger than expected but mellow, good-natured and happy to be seen.
It had been so long since I’d been at a demonstration, a real demonstration – one hung on the scaffolding of sincerely determined resistance and hope — that I’d forgotten how to conduct myself.
Ceremonies honoring the birth of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. began over the past weekend and culminate today. Below are three California cities that will feature extensive events.
One phrase describes how many people feel about this next chapter of the American experiment in self-rule: We fear the worst.
President-elect Donald Trump hasn’t yet sworn his oath of office, but his announced policies have already thrown a Los Angeles County Board of Supervisors meeting into pandemonium. BY LEIGHTON WOODHOUSE
Immigrant families feel fear. Children cry in school. Racial incidents increase across the country. Corporate stocks tumble following one man’s tweets. Every White House cabinet nomination becomes an occasion for dire speculation.
For those who missed the Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s Noah Purifoy: Junk Dada exhibit, you can still experience his extraordinary art born of the Watts riots at the Noah Purifoy Outdoor Desert Art Museum, in the town of Joshua Tree.
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A video by Jennifer Dworkin explores an innovative program for Santa Barbara’s homeless.
We have a favorite place to camp at Joshua Tree where, this time, across the road from this spot, a guy drove a spiffy pickup truck and pulled a tiny trailer. Both he and his wife attend an evangelical mega-church near their Inland Empire home, He believed in human-caused climate change, she did not.
The pickup truck pulled up alongside us, and the white guy inside, maybe in his 30s, waved his fist at us. Menacing. Intimidating. Gloating. Then he roared on, leaving us in the wake of his muffler. BY REV. JIM CONN
Thirty miles south of Bismarck, North Dakota, where eroded buttes rise from grassland and corn fields, the Oceti Sakowin camp appears along the winding girth of the Missouri River. Here, a story of protection, protest and cultural conflict unfolds against the desolate prairie.