Areva Martin

When I think of the relentless, bare-knuckle approach Republicans take with politics and compare it to the often squishy-soft, Bambi style of the Democrats, I am reminded of the colloquial saying often heard in the lyrics of pop culture music “go gangsta or go home!” Republicans whole-heartedly embrace that sentiment and salivate at the prospect […]

When I was a child growing up in North St. Louis, my godmother used to say to me “it’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.”  Now, looking through old family photos albums, I am reminded how much I learned about the importance of kindness and generosity from my

Thanksgiving dinner is not the time to dismiss Trump voters from the family.  Now more than ever, we need to listen and learn from them while strategizing our comeback. In one of my favorite movies, the “Godfather II,” Michael Corleone famously quipped, “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”  My late mother, Doris K,

Neo Nazis and Klu Klux Klan members used to find courage in anonymity, hiding behind white sheets to spew their bile, or viciously trolling Blacks, Jews, and gays on message boards—all from the privacy and security of their parents’ basements. And when they weren’t doing that, they were taking comfort in the prejudiced, vitriolic words

I know that the election night results shook many of us to our core. They were certainly unexpected and shocking in ways almost too difficult to comprehend and describe. But despite the outcome, in my best “St. Louis survivor attitude,” I have already begun thinking and planning we both individually and collectively can continue the

Never one for subtlety, Donald Trump recently opted to trade-in his Republican dog whistle for a megaphone when he shouted to a crowd of supporters in Colorado Springs, Colorado that “people” in the heavily minority cities of Philadelphia, Chicago and St. Louis were going to steal the election from him by committing massive voter fraud.