Black History Month has come and gone and this past weekend marked the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday in Selma. But we still have a long way to go.
I had never heard of Manti T’eo until the whole world found out about his dead girlfriend being a hoax. When I was down with the flu, I read several articles about it because I find hoaxes fascinating, and the weirder the elements, the better.
“So you’re actually going over there? Like, inside the house?” his friend asked, staring at me incredulously. I smiled and nodded as casually as I could. “Well good luck” he whistled. “Remember to keep an eye on her.”