Hoy nadie hablará de la victoria de Argentina.
Hoy el mundo entero está aplaudiendo a Cabo Verde que no dejó de luchar, a pesar de tener todo en contra.
Hoy el verdadero ganador es Cabo Verde. Hoy el mundo respeta a los africanos más que nada.
Gracias por esto.
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
More than 40 years ago, I arrived in Chicago in search of an idea. I was a young man looking for purpose, who believed deeply in America, was inspired by the Civil Rights Movement, and wanted to be a part of something larger. The America I believed in was one where everyone has opportunity, everyone is seen, everyone belongs—because that was an America that had a place for me, too.
My name is James. When I was born, people told my mom, Grace, that raising a child alone would be too hard for her. She didn’t argue. She simply signed the papers, held me close, prayed quietly, and went home. Grace signed up for parenting classes, found community childcare, and never missed a school meeting or doctor visit. When rides fell through, she asked neighbors for help and always paid it back with kindness and effort. She kept learning new skills so we could have stability, trusting God one step at a time. I watched her show up every single day—tired, smiling, determined. Last year, she sat in the front row as I received my white coat. That moment belonged to both of us. She didn’t just raise a son. Through faith and love, she built a future.
No wonder the toddler is unhinged once again.
The Obamas are competent, classy, loving, Harvard and Princeton graduates, loved by many, not on the Epstein files, got the Nobel Peace Prize, and gave us a steady economy to boot!
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Barack Obama hasn't been President in almost 10 years. MAGA racists cannot get past the fact that a Black man was President, won the Nobel Peace Prize, and will be remembered in history as one of the great leaders of the 21st Century.
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I’m on my apartment balcony to illustrate how Donald Trump’s corruption and contempt for the rule both threatens our democracy *and* affects our everyday lives.
Behind me is the Gateway project, a $16 billion effort to build a new rail tunnel across the Hudson. It's the most important infrastructure project in the country, vital to the economy of New York and the rest of the northeastern U.S..
The work will stop today—with thousands of jobs lost—because Donald Trump *illegally* cut off the funding.
Why? Because he wants *Penn Station* (and Dulles Airport) to be named after *him*.
So the fight against Trumpism is both about democracy and our economic well-being. It’s *one* fight.
It’s either Trump or us. We can’t go on with him another three years.
And that’s why I’m running for Congress.
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The hunger in Tigray and in many parts of Amhara too is not from nature.
It is man-made.
Created by war, blockade,destroyed farms, and a government that failed to protect its people. No mother should bury a child because adults in power chose cruelty over compassion.
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