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Cam Newton, and the Killing of a Mockingbird

  By Kevin Powell The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question. —JAMES JOYCE, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man   I’ve wrestled with alligators. I’v...
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Another Willie Cauley-Stein Chanukah

By Jonathan Miller It’s been a tough week to be a liberal Zionist in Kentucky. From the Cats loss to the Cards, to the POETUS’ nuclear noodging, to my own POTUS executing a Grayson Allen-like leg sweep to trip up &hellip...
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Russia: Reagan’s Evil Empire Rises Again

By Jonathan Miller Every generation has its seminal moment … an event whose memory is etched onto our souls. We not only remember where we were and what we were doing, but also all of the hues, fragrances, and melodies &...
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No Sympathy for the Poor

By Hyunny Kwon  Trust me, I would love to stand on the street and beg for money, but I can’t, can I? But you have to think, like what they did to get themselves in that situation. Like you think …
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Dear Haiti

By Carl Bernard    You are maltreated And your people seem To be defeated Hungers has swallowed The warriors of 1804 The unity we once roared Now you urge and cry at its door Which has been shut and Something &helli...
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The BK NATION Interview with Poet Clint Smith

By Risa Dixon Clint Smith is a refreshing young soul who wants to share his experiences growing up as a Black man in America, and educate others on the fact that being Black is multi-dimensional.  His writing has been pu...
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The Late-Night Game Has Changed, Jimmy Fallon

By Liv Jordan At best, late-night comedy blurs the lines between journalism and dick jokes. Many late-night hosts effectively used their comedic platforms as spaces for both humor and activism. In 2010, Jon Stewart, the ...
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Open Letter to Self-Doubt

Wednesday, September 14, 2016 By Tayllor Johnson I never thought that we would be this close or take things this far. You were always the acquaintance, the mutual friend that stood behind the group and watched the rest o...