In California, where 76 percent of its K-12 enrollment is students of color, diversifying public colleges and universities is a top priority.
There are over a dozen streets, parks or monuments in Orange County named after former Klan members — and one elementary school.
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Of all the national trendsetting ballot measures decided by California voters in the last generation, perhaps none was more divisive than Proposition 209. It banned racial considerations — otherwise known as affirmative action.
For Dick Gregory, American racism was a senseless fact of life: “I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.”
Crown Heights isn’t the tidiest film but that untidiness (so very much like real life) is a lot of its strength.
On June 15, 2003, years before Los Angeles had its first CicLAvia event, several thousand bikers and pedestrians descended upon the Pasadena Freeway for a bike and walk ride on the freeway. The event, called ArroyoFest, demonstrated the emerging capacity of L.A.’s bike groups.
Racial incidents have exploded recently because white and mainstream prejudice has been contained under the line of vision for several decades, and now the lid’s off.
I Am Not Your Negro is a cinematic poem. A jarring juxtaposition of writing and found footage, it is both an elegant and elegiac tribute to a man whose ideas are as relevant today as they were when he was alive.
New York City photographer Chris Washington has set aside his weekend for a trip to the country, where he must endure an ancient custom: meeting a girlfriend’s parents for the first time.
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
Here at the end of President Obama’s final term in office, we seem to be having the national conversation about race that he called for at the beginning of his candidacy in 2008.
Greg Keller’s play is set in 1992, and opens on a subway traveling north from Manhattan to the Bronx. Steve (Josh Zuckerman), middle-class and white, is reading War of the Worlds, and intent on ignoring the obstreperous behavior of a lanky black man, distinctly non-middle-class, who seems to be eyeing him from across the aisle.