Tag: black lives matter

Roland Park Civic League Apologizes After Deeming BLM, Pro-Immigration Signs Prohibited ‘Clutter’

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A Black Lives Matter yard sign. Photo by sarahmirk, via Wikimedia Commons.

A neighborhood association representing Roland Parkers has apologized after its newsletter recently discouraged the display of issue-based yard signs, referring to them as “clutter” prohibited under city zoning code.

Russia Targeted Baltimore with Black Lives Matter Facebook Ad Before 2016 Election

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Photo by NVO, via Wikimedia Commons

The Russian government bought thousands of Facebook ads leading up to the 2016 presidential election in order to sow soci0-political chaos in the United States. According to a new report, Baltimore was one of their targeted markets.

One Year In, DeRay McKesson Says He’s Leaving his Job with Baltimore City Schools

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Photo via Wikimedia Commons

Baltimore City Public Schools’ highest-profile employee is leaving his North Avenue office behind.

Baltimore Teen Wears Black Lives Matter T-Shirt to Thanksgiving, Goes Viral

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screen-shot-2016-11-30-at-4-22-36-pmWhile lots of people were looking to avoid politics over Thanksgiving dinner, Rebecca Malstrom decided to wear a Black Lives Matter shirt to the family gathering. It may have defied her family, but the internet liked the way she went around the rules.

From Freedom House to Freddie Gray, Maryland Well-Represented in New African American Museum

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Poole House
Poole House

Although the Smithsonian’s new National Museum of African American History and Culture opened Saturday in the heart of Washington, the state of Maryland from which D.C. was carved has a strong presence.

Seven Things My Mother Taught Me

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The author and her mother.
The author and her mother.

Just in time for Mother’s Day, University of Baltimore MFA student Roxanne V. Young remembers her mom’s sage advice on black pride, self-confidence, and still more.

  1. I’m Black and I’m Proud (James Brown)

My mother was the consummate teacher in the classroom and in life.

It was a frigid January afternoon, but I was enjoying the warmth of rare one-on-one time with my mother. We both had skipped school that day to celebrate my 10th birthday. On January 18, 1965 we sat down at the lunch counter at a Baltimore Woolworth’s. It was my first time dining out with my mother. While we waited for the waitress, she took a few minutes to discreetly give me a quick lesson on proper table etiquette.