I found the letter to the editor published Sept. 8. 1934, from George Streator that this column refers to. I still agree with Streator. Sorry, Dad! This debate on capital punishment started with a column Ebenezer published Sept. 1, 1934.
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September 3, 2010
[…] 3 Sep This is the letter my father refers to in his column on September 15, 1934. […]
My nephew, actor Lamman Rucker was in Barbados last week and was the talk of the town. Several local news outlets and blogs noted his arrival. Nationnews.com did a nice write up on him. Check it out. He also did a nice video for Amtrak’s Black History month series “My Black Journey.” Lamman Rucker’s Great […]
In 1947, the same year he married his childhood sweetheart, my Aunt Evelyn, he joined the North Jersey Philharmonic Glee Club, an ensemble of African-American men of every religious affiliation, social station and neighborhood that continues to this day. And he would cherish both of them until he died in 2000.
“Pioneering did not frighten me. I was accustomed to studying and living with white teachers at Spelman and to reaching for high standards in all areas.”
Last Monday, when I found myself having trouble getting out of bed, I just assumed it was the winter pall, or maybe the martinis I had consumed over the President’s Day weekend. But as much as I was inclined to, as Jamie Foxx sings, “blame it on the alcohol,” (By the way, did anyone see […]
Finding my father’s columns has got me thinking a lot about my parents’ marriage. To be honest, I always thought my mother had been robbed. She was an independent woman, had a career as a social worker. She’d worked her way through junior college, then through Morgan State – the first in her nuclear family […]
- Working out
- Jazmine Brooks, on her way to Maine
- Happy Birthday, Ebenezer
- Marian Anderson’s Easter Sunday triumph
- A call to serve
- A miracle in Alabama?
- Obama’s speech in honor of Nelson Mandela
- Back to school
- ‘The arc of the moral universe may bend toward justice, but it doesn’t bend on its own’
- Dreaming in context