What do yakuza gangsters, rogue catering companies, sumo wrestlers, and a giant gorilla rampaging through the streets of New York City have in common? These characters inhabit the world of Johnny Hiro, an ordinary college-aged underpaid sushi busboy who often finds himself landing in extraordinary situations.
…it’s a confluence of a number of different things, primary of which is people’s desire to stay alive and free.
Rev. Michael McBride, he
directs the Lifelines to Healing Campaign, a project of the PICO National Network. The campaign is committed to addressing gun violence and mass incarceration of young people of color.
and was responding to
"In 2013 there was a drop in homicides in Oakland, San Francisco, Richmond…in San Jose, [and] in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago—from your perspective what do you think is going on here?"
…analyzes the public opinion differences between African Americans, African immigrants, and Afro-Caribbean immigrants in New York City…finds that Afro-Caribbean immigrants held some of the lowest opinions of the American Dream. Their collective frustration with a lack of opportunities placed them below African Americans and African immigrants.
more, plus an interview with Christina Greer, here.
…the [Harlem] restaurant’s…theme is summed up…as “Afro/Asian/American cuisine”…In beef suya, a house-made approximation of West African tankora spice rub and a flick on the grill leave the tender ribbons of meat nutty and lime-bright, with a buzz of African bird’s-eye chiles. Those chiles, also known as piri-piri, reappear, emulsified, over giant prawns, their fire tempered by a slaw of shaved green apples in lemon and sesame oil.
…if you live in a doorman building and have friends who aren’t white, that profiling becomes more visible. Most importantly, living in such a building, you start to see what so many people of colour already know: racial profiling in its various forms is done to ‘protect’ white people—to shield ‘us’ from ‘them.’ In a doorman building, what is implicit outside becomes obvious, and impossible to avoid: this racism is being done in my name.