Writer at Large
Ernest Owens is an award-winning journalist and CEO of Ernest Media Empire, LLC. As an openly gay black journalist, he has made headlines for speaking frankly about intersectional issues in society regarding race, LGBTQ, and pop culture.
They’ve marched in Center City and South Philly, on 52nd Street and in Fishtown. And they’re changing the world.
Ken Rothweiler accuses the local TV station of “blackballing” him.
We’re at a point in this deadly pandemic where those of us who are determined to stay safe can no longer waste our energy trying to save those who clearly couldn’t care less.
Kenney has proven throughout his tenure that he is ill-equipped to address the racial inequities impacting Philadelphia. But now, after he was forced to admit the city’s wrongdoing in tear-gassing its citizens, there should be zero confidence in his leadership.
Incremental changes have begun to tear at the fabric of policing in America. Yet there are many ways we continue to glorify this troubled institution.
Here’s why I’m troubled by the resurgence of ally culture: You don’t get a badge of honor for helping to dismantle the racist system you’re complicit in.
Saturday’s demonstration-turned-riot shows that Philadelphia has yet to seriously reckon with its racist history and pervasive inequity.
No, I’m not supporting Trump. But I just can’t bring myself to vote for the presumptive Democratic nominee — who has his own history of racism — in the Pennsylvania primary.
The ongoing debate over what universities and hospitals — who aren’t required to pay property taxes — should be contributing to the city’s coffers gets an added wrinkle during a pandemic-triggered economic free fall.
How our local government chooses to address its role in one of the darkest days in our city’s history has now become a litmus test.
In times of adversity, people reveal who they really are. Consider the tone-deaf actions of these institutions during the pandemic.
Those prioritizing profit over people in the midst of a global pandemic don’t understand this simple truth: “Dead people can’t spend money.”
Keep your toxic positivity out of my face. We’re all getting through this the best we can, and for me, that means Netflix and taking my foot off the gas.