Each year, Black Women's Equal Pay Day arrives over halfway to New Year’s Eve, marking how far into the calendar Black women must work to earn what White, non-Hispanic men earned in the previous year.
Each year, Black Women's Equal Pay Day arrives over halfway to New Year’s Eve, marking how far into the calendar Black women must work to earn what White, non-Hispanic men earned in the previous year.
There is a temptation to think the story of Black women's work begins with today's conversations about equal pay, workplace equity, or career advancement. It doesn't.
Every day Black women confront a hidden tax. It does not appear on any form or line item, or debated in the same way as deductible expenses. It is paid daily, in burdens that are both visible and invisible.
For many of my Black Millennial cohorts, purchasing a home feels like a measure of pressure and pain. As we attempt to replicate the achievements of our parents or fulfill what they couldn’t accomplish.
The stadiums are full. The jerseys are selling out. The viewership numbers are climbing. Women's sports are no longer waiting in the wings—they are center stage.
Some artists make music. Others create a feeling so distinct that the moment their voice enters a room, people recognize themselves inside the song. For more than two decades, Jill Scott has done exactly that.
Those words from the great futurist Octavia E. Butler was our foundational call to arms. We were spurred by the National Endowment for the Arts “Big Read” (celebrating the 250th Anniversary of the Declaration of Independence).
We took a moment to spotlight the women who changed the game when it comes to money, power, and ownership.
Every year, Tax Day arrives with a familiar rhythm. Receipts are gathered. Returns are filed. Refunds are calculated and, for some, anticipated with relief. It is a moment that invites people to measure what they owe and what they might get back.