Some blacks take the n-word, twist it like a pretzel and create nearly inconceivable rules about who can and can't use it.
I don't. I don't like it in music. I don't appreciate it in private or public discourse and it certainly doesn't belong in the workplace — including locker rooms.
To me, it represents the historic cloud of disrespect, hate, torture and murder so many fought against to let "our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies." The debate, in the news again, reminds me of a group of 2008 Gibbs High students who studied the word's origin to better understand its impact.
I can only hope that if more studied that history, they might be less inclined to let the word evolve into some kind of warped term of endearment. ...
Seen on a T-shirt: Don't Believe Everything You Think. ...
Some of Tampa's downtown residents initiated a petition on change.org to push for a quiet zone ordinance that would stop train horns that blare in the night. Perhaps it rattles skyscraper windows with greater fury, but out in the 'burbs I've learned to live with the early morning sirens. ...
Unbridled joy marks the day foster children unite with forever families, but sometimes adoptive parents run into challenges.
The Sylvia Thomas Center provides comprehensive support to those families and children. It looks to expand its reach with a Gems and Jeans fundraising ball from 7 to 10 p.m. Saturday at Brandon Harley Davidson, 9841 E Adamo Drive.
The Ohio Players headline the Tampa Bay Black Heritage Festival's Jan. 18 music fest at Curtis Hixon Waterfront Park. They should swing by Busch Gardens to sing Love Rollercoaster.
That's all I'm saying.