Watching the unfolding story about prominent whites wearing blackface and Ku Klux Klan garb got me to thinking.
I’m a New Orleans Saints fan, so don’t tell me I should be over the grand theft of our Super Bowl chance that happened last Sunday at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. I will have none of it.
On Monday the country — well some of it — will again celebrate the life of a civil rights icon, the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was an imperfect man who was nevertheless able to get the country to take a look at itself in connection to race an…
Just as I bounded out of my vehicle at the grocery store the other day, I saw a car roll into the vacant handicapped parking spot. Out jumped two young people. Both were walking great and laughing. In fact, they seemed pleased that they got the cl…
In a few days, we will be tossing 2018 out with the trash and will be opening the door to 2019. The start of a new year is always exciting as we wonder what will these new days bring.
Early one recent morning, I was getting out of my truck in the parking lot at my office. I was in my usual ready-for-work mood, but a little annoyed by some crazy predawn tweet from you know who that the news show hosts were discussing on the radio.
It’s probably the first and only time Gov. John Bel Edwards will feel gratified that U.S. Sen. John Kennedy marches to the beat of his own drummer.
Some of you are probably sitting there wondering why you ate so much on Thanksgiving Day. And, you are thinking about why you can’t stop eating today.
The words came flying in from Mississippi and they were unbelievable. They were spoken by a politician, and they were so cruel and racist that the distance that they traveled did not soften them.
Sadly, the stench of politics is consuming us right now. It is oozing from the volcanic piles of lies, racism and anger spewing from the top offices in the land.
Depending on where you stand in America right now, I saw either one of the most encouraging or one of the most dangerous sights in this country recently on my local television stations and in this newspaper.
I like to observe people, which often leads me to become too easily annoyed. There are other times I find a silver nugget of happiness in life’s gravel pit.
I was enraged when I got the news that LSU basketball player Wayde Sims had been shot to death. I said to my television: "How could something like this happen? What could be the reason? Who the hell would do this?"
I don’t have any children or grandchildren at my alma mater, McKinley High School in Baton Rouge, but I felt it was worthwhile to attend its first home football game, give the school a few dollars, cheer on the team that is going through hard time…
Sept. 22, is National Hunting and Fishing Day — an event I’m not touting to promote the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries, where I work.
I smiled when I found out that the city of Kenner’s Supreme Leader, er, Mayor Ben Zahn announced that he was pulling back his order that said that under no circumstance would any Nike product be purchased for use at any of Kenner’s recreation facilities.
I walked into one of my favorite Thai restaurants in Baton Rouge with little on my mind except whatever was on the buffet.
If you are an avid newspaper reader like I am, you saw the names of about 170,000 of your closest friends listed on the pages of this newspaper earlier this week. In fact, it was a special section of people.
To hear a certain kind of truth float into the air can be devastating and heart wrenching. The truth, even when the volume is low, can deliver the force of thunder and lightning.
I looked up on Wednesday afternoon and found out that the bone spur Patriot-in-Chief Donald J. Trump had to do a 180 on his heartless, separate-the-weeping-children-from-their-parents program.
Sometimes, a "thank you" is about as good as it gets, even if it’s decades late and the intended recipients are long gone and buried. At least I hope that’s so, and especially since Father’s Day is Sunday.
A few days ago, Southern University officials and the local higher education community were smiling about the news that 11-year-old child prodigy Elijah Precciely would enroll at the local historically black university in spring 2019. In fact, he …
I was just about to write my annual “There is too much violence in the low-income areas of south Louisiana” column when I happened to remember the lyrics of Too Short, one of my favorite rappers from back in the day.
Sometimes our young people don’t understand that profanity and paint can be an evil mixture. The wicked combination, depending on where and how it is used, can break hearts.
On Sunday, about 2.7 million grandmothers across the nation will get Mother’s Day gifts ... from their grandchildren.
It was a little after 6 p.m. one recent evening, and I was walking through the East Buchanan-Virginia Street area of old South Baton Rouge. It’s familiar territory for me. I was one block from my high school.
Two weeks after watching the video of Alton Sterling's deadly confrontation with Baton Rouge police officers Blaine Salamoni and Howie Lake, I feel a lot of emotion. I have a couple of observations and questions, too.
Earlier this week, a large segment of Baton Rouge was upset that two white Baton Rouge city police officers were not going to face charges in the 2016 shooting and killing of a black man, Alton Sterling.
I was in the car after church trying to decide if I should go home and fix a nice breakfast or stop at a fancy breakfast restaurant — one of those that include clever names and long menus listing stuff you will never eat for breakfast.
By Monday afternoon, the local politics of the day, the results of dumb political polls and craziness from our national’s capital had turned my brain into oatmeal. The condition of our city, state and country sometimes pricks my emotions.
Over the past several weeks the Legislature was stumbling around the terrible fiscal cliff. Nothing happened, and they are still just a few steps from the ledge. They have their reasons, I guess, for whatever they did nothing about. They have to e…
It has happened again. Just when you think the country is headed into the Dumpster, our young people show us that they can take the lead. They are laser-focused and willing to put up a fight against anyone. They are bright, clever and can unify fo…
I was interviewed recently on a Baton Rouge radio show about an historic event I participated in during the spring of 1970. My school, McKinley High, played predominantly white Catholic High School.
Crushed for time over the past week, I didn’t focus a lot of attention on the president’s State of the Union speech. Like the threat of bad weather, I knew this thing was going to happen, that I would be agitated by it, and there was nothing I cou…
I was on my way to a meeting one recent evening when I drove past Baton Rouge's Expressway Park. It sits in midtown, under crisscrossing elevated sections of Interstate-110, bounded by South Boulevard, South 11th, Myrtle and East Boulevard.
If you have watched a recent congressional hearing on a nominee for a lifetime appointment on the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia that went badly for the nominee, you probably have an inkling of what this is about. Please forgive …