Darryl Lorenzo Wellington

Darryl Lorenzo Wellington is a poet and critic living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. 

Is it wrong of me to connect Roof’s hate crime to the kind of rhetoric we’ve heard from our President-elect?


David Oyelowo as Martin Luther King in Selma, courtesy of Paramount Pictures.

“Selma” provides an opportunity to look back. But this Martin Luther King Jr. Day in particular, we also have to look at current injustice.

The Oscars did the right thing by bestowing the honor of best picture to "12 Years a Slave." The movie earned it.

Pope Francis has done us all a favor, whether we're Catholic or not. In this Christmas season, he has shown the way to a more humane society.

More than 3 million students suffer from bullying each year. And a whopping 160,000 students a day miss school because of the fear of bullying, according to the American School Health Association.


"The Butler," starring Forest Whitaker and Oprah Winfrey, is a walk through America's late 20th century civil rights history and the feelings of invisibility and indignation that have shaped how black Americans see their lives.

The story is narrated by Cecil Gaines, a character based on an actual butler who worked in the White House, serving presidents from Harry Truman to Ronald Reagan.

Every day for the bulk of his long life, Gaines puts on white gloves and goes to work, where he is a fly on the wall within the halls of power.

President Obama must hold the line in any negotiations with Republicans over the budget deficit.

We just had an election where the two parties laid out their plans for the budget. The Democrats campaigned against cuts to Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security and for increasing taxes on those at the very top. The Republicans campaigned on cutting domestic programs and keeping tax breaks for the rich.

The Democrats won, the GOP lost, but now the Republicans are insisting that Obama accept the same proposals the voters rejected at the polls.

The Republican scheme to limit voting on Election Day is shameful. By Darryl Lorenzo Wellington


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Activists say no wall can be built that will keep them from standing together for immigration reform.

In this 1963 letter from his Birmingham jail cell Martin Luther King Jr. pushed back against the idea that civil...

From drone strikes against Americans overseas to broad surveillance powers to indefinite detention, Obama certainly...

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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