The recent mistrial in the case against former University of Cincinnati Police Officer Ray Tensing for the murder of Sam Dubose is certainly not the first instance of a grave miscarriage of justice involving the shooting of an unarmed, noncombative… Read More ›
Last Tuesday, after enduring all of the fallacious bluster I could from the GOP debate in Colorado, I switched over to The World Series, hoping that a little fall baseball could serve as a salve for the aneurysm I could… Read More ›
There’s an old saying–often attributed erroneously to Mark Twain–that has it that when the world ends, a man should want to be in Cincinnati because it’s always 20 years behind the times. As a resident of the Queen City(1) for… Read More ›
~~~~~~~ Author’s Note ~~~~~~~ On the night before I was to publish this article, one of my cousins died at the hands of this insidious disease of addiction. The last time I saw her was early Thursday morning after a… Read More ›
There is nothing that I can say about the shooting of Michael Brown that hasn’t been said before by people whose experience affords them a perspective and an authenticity that I lack for the simple reason that I am white…. Read More ›
It pains me to say this, but after more than 5 years of continuous sobriety—5 years in which I lived in rehabs and halfway houses, worked in the drug and alcohol treatment industry, and spent thousands of hours attending 12-step… Read More ›
Mayor Cranley, In your mayoral acceptance speech this past November, you pledged to turn Cincinnati into a more inclusive city; a city where government can find solutions that will bring disparate groups together while building communities that work for everyone. It… Read More ›
In the early morning hours of April 7th, 2001, a familiar scene was being played out in the Over-The-Rhine neighborhood of Cincinnati. A 19-year old black man, Timothy Thomas, was walking past a nightclub called “The Warehouse” when he was… Read More ›
You do not own what you think you own. Not in the way you think you own it. What’s yours is only yours until somebody with enough money decides they want it. Don’t believe me? Try owning a home in… Read More ›
By Drew Gibson During my senior year of college I got a job helping start up a Boys and Girls Club in my hometown of Cincinnati. I had no prior experience working with kids, but they hired me anyway because… Read More ›
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