I’m not a parent. I’ve helped raise my niece from infancy to four years of age, but I’m not yet a mother. (I know there’s really no comparison, but I feel the need to give myself a tiny bit of credit before I go off on this particular tangent.)
Today there were shots fired at the Kansas City Zoo. No one was hit or hurt, it’ll inevitably spark more discussion about how accessible guns should be, and whether or not restrictions should be intensified.
The Human Rights Campaign Documentary, What Are Human Rights, included a narration describing the origins of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR): “Human rights were born. The idea spread quickly, to Greece, to India, and eventually, to Rome. They noticed that people naturally followed certain laws, even if they weren’t told to. They calledContinue reading “The Nature of Civil Disobedience”
Retail stores, right? Nothing makes me want to go Patrick Bateman on someone more than a retail clothing store. I can barely make it through the door before an associate (usually on a lethal dose of Adderall) rushes over to greet me.
This week, I watched a film called Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee because I hadn’t seen it in a while, and it’s actually relevant again. This may seem like an odd film to watch for a war reporting course, but I think it is necessary to remember how “news coverage” in this country began.Continue reading “Bury My Heart”
Many journalists have written stories that have made people cry. An article may inspire its reader to share it with others. A piece may even perk enough interest to motivate its reader to conduct further research on its subject matter. But every once in a while, a story comes along that demands a collective reaction.Continue reading “How the Press Advanced the American Civil Rights Movement”