Tennessee Williams’ classic play A Streetcar Named Desire, set in New Orleans’s French Quarter, is enjoying a stunning revival at the Broadhurst Theatre on West 44th Street in New York City. Exploding with human emotion, the play examines mental illness: a woman on the edge in the household of a domineering and brutal husband and a submissive wife.
Jack cardiologists have declared war on heart disease among African- Americans, the leading cause of death in the community. “It’s not justifiable to have a system where the average Black man has a lifespan of sixty-five to sixty-eight years while Caucasian women reach eighty to eighty-five,” declares Ola Akinboboye, M.D.
Why is it so difficult for Black men in this American culture to be true to themselves? As a Black man in America, do you really feel free; are you ready for freedom? Are you comfortable with the impact of your actions on your community and in the world?
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If you are what you eat, then it’s probably a good idea to read food labels. Americans have become more health-conscious, with many people reducing their caloric intake in order to lose weight and monitoring the use of certain ingredients, such as salt, because of medical conditions.
On Super Bowl Sunday, Ferris Jackson, 72, crossed the finish line of the Galveston Mardi Gras Marathon in Galveston, Texas. He had done the same just three weeks earlier at the Chevron Houston Marathon. Jackson has been running the Chevron Houston Marathon every year since 2007.
From an early age, I knew that while I was Black British of West Indian parentage and African heritage, at the core of my being I was an African. “No matter what anyone tells you about being British, Afro-Caribbean or West Indian, you are Black therefore African. Be proud of it and don’t let anyone tell you any different,” my parents told my two sisters and me. These words stuck with me, soaking into every inch of my being.
On a sweltering July afternoon of 2011 at the 13th annual Harlem Book Fair in New York City, as booklovers strolled along 135th Street perusing the tables of the latest offerings by participating authors and a selection of recently released books, there was scant representation of “serious literature.” The scene was a hard-hitting reminder that urban-themed fiction and dramatic love stories have come to overshadow quality literature by Black authors — not only at book-related events but also in bookstores. Much of that upstaging has not settled well with many authors, critics, editors and publishers in the Black literary community.