Originally published on Next City. My wife and I left the New Orleans Morial Convention Center in a limousine last Sunday, both of us hyped from her appearance that morning on the MSNBC show, Melissa Harris-Perry. My son and sister-in-law were along for the ride.
This is an excerpt from my speech during the Solidarity Rally for Trayvon Martin, on Sunday, July 14th at Washington Square in New Orleans.
Am I crying because yet again the Criminal Justice system, or the U.S. system of so-called justice, disappointed me again? I felt like a jilted lover because yet again, I looked for you to do something different, and you didn't. And you hurt me again.
On Saturday, the Original Big Seven Social Aid and Pleasure Club paraded again, retracing their steps, and beyond—to the end of the route they never got to complete a few weeks ago.
On Sunday morning, around 10 am, I posted this image (right) and accompanying text on Instagram: “I was starting to get salty about having to work on Mother’s Day. Then I got some perspective handed to me real fresh & simple.”
The flyer advertises a "free support group for children of homicide victims."
We who believe in freedom CANNOT REST!! The loss of Troy Davis is a living testimony that we must continue the conversation about the Justice System; From the ways people enter, the inhuman conditions that PEOPLE go through while they are in jail, and the way people exit and re-enter society. Let's mourn but do not give up. Know that the battle may be lost but the war has just begun.
Let us Pray: Oh Divine Creator of the Heavens and the Earths, hear our pray that NO ONE ELSE is killed by this horrendous Death Penalty. St. Francis - Pray for us.
Crossposted from the Louisiana Justice Institute.Louisiana's era of forcing certain convicted sex workers to register as sex offenders appears to be over.
This is an excerpt from my speech during the Solidarity Rally for Trayvon Martin, on Sunday, July 14th at Washington Square in New Orleans. 
On Saturday, the Original Big Seven Social Aid and Pleasure Club paraded again, retracing their steps, and beyond—to the end of the route they never got to complete a few weeks ago.
On Sunday morning, around 10 am, I posted this image (right) and accompanying text on Instagram: “I was starting to get salty about having to work on Mother’s Day. Then I got some perspective handed to me real fresh & simple.”
By Parnell Herbert, 
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By Earl Ofari Hutchinson, 
