In major cities they are everywhere and they are nowhere. The homeless are as much a part of the urban portrait as are speeding taxi cabs, camera toting tourists, rushing businessmen and police on patrol, yet passersby prefer to avert their attention rather than look the threadbare in the eyes. They are invisible. Until now. Nia Hyatt reviews The Invisible Man, directed by Arthur Yorinks.
Drill Sergeant. Loving. Intelligent. Goofy. Weird Faces.
If my former students could describe me in five words, one of those adjectives would be listed. My work involves and array of interests including political socialization, peace education, yoga studies and dance/choreography/photography. In the future, I hope to work for Sesame Street, Alvin Ailey and have my own organization for young, creative women to build their careers in dance and theater.
Two concurrent exhibits at New York's New Museum, Emory Douglas: Black Panther and Rigo 23: The Deeper They Bury Me, The Louder My Voice Becomes, ooze with revolutionary spirit. Nia Hyatt takes a look at the museum's portrayal of two of the Black Panthers' most influential voices.