When this whole Occupy movement kicked off back in September, I wasn’t on the streets of Lower Manhattan. I wasn’t even on the streets of Oakland. I was walking along the quiet streets of Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, where my partner Esther and I had just started a three month journey through…

I’ve never been so proud to rep Wisconsin. More than the Packers bringing the Lombardi trophy back to its birthplace, more than the moment I introduced my boys back in DC to the glories of a cheese curd, the massive uprising to defend workers’ rights that has erupted over these…

It’s time for the Pharaoh to go. Like much of the world, I’ve been glued to the news these last couple weeks, watching the people of Tunisia and then Egypt rise up against their respective dictators. Egypt, in particular, is filled with so much revolutionary possibility: Cairo is the big…

Forget what Pat Robertson said. Forget what the Red Cross is or isn’t doing. Forget Wyclef, and why we have heard more from him than the actual prime minister of Haiti. Forget all that for a moment. And remember New Orleans. Remember Katrina. Remember thousands of people, mostly poor, mostly…

From the cheap nfl jerseys Richmond Peace March, November 7, 2009. Photo credit: Bethanie Hines I went to the Peace March this part Saturday that was organized in response to the recent gang-rape at Richmond High School. It was a healing event for a lot of folks. Despite the tragedy…