>The thing I love most about working with a daily newspaper is the excitement with breaking news. You never know if you’re going to have to push stories back or move stories up. It’s exciting.
Today, I had a breaking news assignment that could lead to subsequent stories down the road. I eventually got a good story within a matter of hours.
Anyway, I’m trying to find a consistent time of day in which I can blog. I’m thinking between 8-8:30 p.m. on nights in which I do not have night meetings. On days in which I have meetings, I will try to blog early in the day, usually before noon. So, that’s my plan.
I cannot understand why anyone would do this. A noose is probably the most offensive, threatening racial slur I can think of. Why? It symbolizes that someone wants a person dead. It’s the ultimate symbol to show that a person’s life is in danger and they are not wanted.
As a black woman, whenever I see a noose, a little part inside of me is hurt. No matter how many times I say I will not let words or symbols slow me down.
Whenever I see a cross burning or a racial slur, it’s like someone slaps me across my face and makes me realize that racism is alive and well in this country.
Seeing a racist symbol or hearing a racial slur or comment reminds me that I’m still a black woman living in a white man’s world. It reminds me that while this country has come a long way when it comes to civil rights, we aren’t even halfway there to become fully accepting of everyone.