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The Quiet Tensions Along the Walk for Peace
For weeks, the Buddhist monks walking from Texas to Washington, D.C. have moved through the South like a soft wind — steady, humble, and unthreatening. Their message is simple: peace begins within. Their method is ancient: walk, breathe, bless, repeat. And their presence has drawn thousands into moments of unexpected unity.
One Step at A Time, One Breath at A Time
There are moments in a nation’s life when the loudest voices are not the ones that carry the most profound truth. Sometimes the truth arrives quietly on sandaled feet, moving mile by mile along the shoulder of a highway, accompanied by a dog named Aloka and a caravan of ordinary people searching for something gentler than the world they’ve been handed.
Reflections at the Threshold of 2026
Some years pass quietly, slipping into memory without much ceremony. And then some years arrive with a kind of insistence, years that ask something of you, shape you, and ultimately reveal who you’ve become in the long arc of your own story.
This was one of those years.
Trump’s Insults Toward Rob Reiner and Hardy’s Henchard
A few weeks ago, I penned a Substack piece in which I described the United States President as a “wretched cur!” It was a reference from a novel I was required to read as a high school senior, titled The Mayor of Casterbridge, written by Thomas Hardy, about a once very popular mayor, Michael Henchard, who had fallen out of office and was on hard times. He sold his wife at the town fair. This act is akin to a 21st-century American President burying his first wife on his golf course so he can receive a tax break on the golf course property.
One Handshake at a Time
Two-time Award-Winning Author Harold Michael Harvey and Macon-Bibb County Mayor Lester Miller are forging a partnership to collaborate on future projects during the 50th Legacy Celebration.
On December 12, 2025, in the chambers of Macon’s City Hall, I stood in a place that once tested the resolve of my youth. As a young activist, I petitioned for paved streets and a recreation center, only to face intimidation from those who sought to silence the voices of change.
Revisiting Wasserman’s Laws of War
In the early 1970s, as a student at Tuskegee Institute, I came across a set of mimeograph papers left behind by Professor Louis Wasserman after he departed for UCLA. These treatises on the laws of war have stayed with me among my files ever since.
Wasserman’s thesis was unsettling. He argued that the laws of war should not be treated as morally supreme. He dismantled two common defenses: first, that they embody fundamental moral distinctions; second, that adherence to them produces desirable effects. For Wasserman, both claims were inadequate. Rules alone could not prevent atrocities, nor could they absolve us of deeper moral responsibility.
Both Incendiary and Pastoral, Both Prophet and Defendant
He walks in a minor key, a tall silhouette cut against the horn‑light of history — Hubert Gerold “H. Rap” Brown, born October 4, 1943 — a voice that snapped like a cymbal and rolled like a bassline through the streets of the 1960s. His cadence gave life to an art form called “Rap,” which begot Hip-Hop. He takes the stage of SNCC and the movement, and the room listens; in 1967, he becomes a national pulse, a chairman whose rhetoric moves from gospel cadence to a trumpet’s sharp edge. The crowd hears a call for dignity; the state hears a tempo it cannot quite follow between the beats. And if the state can’t follow the rhythm, the trumpeter can’t call the people to movement.
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Inheritance by Fire
When Pete Skandalakis stepped into the Rayshard Brooks case in 2020, he did not inherit a neutral file. He inherited a fire.
The summer had already scorched Atlanta: Brooks, a 27-year-old Black man, was shot in the parking lot of a Wendy’s after a DUI stop escalated into a struggle. Fulton County District Attorney Paul Howard, facing reelection, charged officer Garrett Rolfe with felony murder and officer Devin Brosnan with aggravated assault. The charges were sweeping, the city was raw, and the case became a symbol of the national reckoning over policing.
Silence, Complicity, and the Politics of Absence
In April 2011, Jeffrey Epstein wrote to Ghislaine Maxwell: “I want you to realize that that dog that hasn’t barked is Trump. [Victim] spent hours at my house with him; he has never once been mentioned.” The metaphor, borrowed from Arthur Conan Doyle’s Silver Blaze, is telling. In that story, Sherlock Holmes solved a mystery by noticing what did not happen: the watchdog failed to bark at the intruder because it recognized him. Silence became the clue.