This is the third time I’ve had the honor of writing about his work, and truth be told, it still doesn’t feel like enough. Every time I revisit his catalog, I find something new—something I missed, or something that hits different because of what I’m going through at that moment. That’s the beauty of Cleveland’s music. It grows with you. It walks with you. It speaks when you can’t.

So, if you’re here looking for songs to help you pray through tears, steady your faith, or just sit quietly in God’s presence—you’re in the right place. These ten tracks may not always top playlists, but trust me, they’ll stay with you long after the music fades.

1. “I Walk with God” – from A Tribute to the King

“I Walk with God” is one of James Cleveland’s more intimate and devotional recordings, a track that quietly carries the listener through a journey of trust and companionship with the Divine. Unlike his more dramatic performances, this song feels like a whispered testimony—an inner vow of daily faith. Cleveland’s delivery is restrained, but profoundly sincere, as he lays out a path of spiritual closeness that’s more about steady presence than mountaintop miracles.

The instrumentation is gentle and minimal—just a soft piano and strings carrying the melody, creating a peaceful, almost lullaby-like atmosphere. The lyrics, “I walk with God, through storm and night,” resonate in a way that feels personal to anyone who’s ever endured trials with nothing but faith to hold on to. The choir enters sparingly, adding texture without ever overpowering Cleveland’s lead, which reads like a letter to God more than a performance.

What makes this track so meaningful in today’s world is its quiet assurance. It doesn’t shout for attention. It walks with you. For those navigating grief, change, or even spiritual dryness, “I Walk with God” is an anthem of consistency. It reminds us that faith isn’t always loud—it’s often quiet, steady, and deeply rooted. Cleveland’s voice becomes a companion on the road, reminding the listener that wherever they go, they don’t go alone.

2. “He Knows How Much You Can Bear” – from Please Be Patient With Me

This heartfelt ballad dives into one of the most beloved themes in Christian doctrine: divine understanding. “He Knows How Much You Can Bear” reminds us that we are never alone, even in our most crushing seasons. Cleveland’s voice trembles with sincerity and grace as he sings of a God who is not distant but deeply empathetic. There’s a fatherly tone to his delivery—one that assures the listener that their suffering has not gone unnoticed.

Musically, the track starts with a subdued piano intro that blooms into a slow gospel swell, filled with choir harmonies that sound like reassurance wrapped in melody. The rhythm builds, but it never rushes. Instead, it mimics the gentle unfolding of healing. The backing choir adds layers of emotion—not just echoing Cleveland’s words but embodying the communal strength of shared faith. The instrumentation itself seems to understand the power of silence, leaving room for the listener to breathe between lines.

What makes this track so lasting is its ability to speak peace over a troubled heart without demanding emotional labor from the listener. It doesn’t ask you to leap into joy—it simply reminds you that survival is enough, that God sees your endurance and honors it. It’s a song you lean on. It still resonates today with anyone dealing with anxiety, grief, or exhaustion. In a world where people are often told to “push through,” this track is a reminder that rest and vulnerability are also part of faith. It’s a balm—and Cleveland administers it like a spiritual physician. Every time the refrain returns, it feels like God whispering, “I’m still here.”

3. “I Don’t Feel No Ways Tired” – Live Performances Collection

This track has become one of Cleveland’s most quoted works, even outside of church walls. Its message of perseverance in the face of weariness remains universally powerful. “I Don’t Feel No Ways Tired” is a testimony track, one that speaks to spiritual warriors who have been bruised but not broken. It’s the kind of song that makes you straighten your back, wipe your tears, and keep walking.

Cleveland doesn’t perform the song so much as he testifies through it. His monologue before the singing begins is often half the experience—an exhortation, a sermon, and a personal plea rolled into one. His ability to bridge preaching and performance is on full display here, reminding listeners that gospel isn’t just music—it’s ministry. You hear every crack in his voice, every pause before a phrase, and you know this is a man who’s been through fire but emerged with faith still intact.

The live atmosphere contributes to the electric reverence of the piece. You can hear the audible responses of the congregation, the cries of agreement, the shouts of “Yes, Lord!” that ripple through the room. The organ rises and falls with Cleveland’s voice like a trusted partner. When the chorus finally comes—”I don’t feel no ways tired, I’ve come too far from where I started from”—it feels earned, like a victory cry that comes after enduring storms, betrayals, and heartbreak.

In 2026, where burnout, social injustice, and disillusionment run high, this song functions as armor. It’s the musical equivalent of standing up straighter after being knocked down. A must-listen when the weight of the world presses hard and you need to draw strength from the deep wells of faith. It’s not just inspirational—it’s ancestral, connecting modern listeners to generations who walked through worse and kept singing.

4. “Peace Be Still (Live in LA)” – Unreleased Variations

While “Peace Be Still” is one of Cleveland’s most iconic songs, many listeners have yet to experience the thunderous power of his lesser-known live renditions—especially the stirring version recorded in Los Angeles in the late 70s. This performance doesn’t just revisit the familiar; it reinvents the song as a sonic sermon. With every note and pause, Cleveland breathes new urgency into the biblical story of Jesus calming the storm, turning a well-known gospel standard into a musical epiphany.

The way Cleveland interacts with the choir is nothing short of masterful. He doesn’t merely lead them—he orchestrates a call-and-response dialogue that builds in spiritual intensity. As the storm rages musically, the choir mirrors the fear and confusion of the disciples, while Cleveland’s commanding voice cuts through like the voice of Christ Himself: “Peace, be still.” The instrumental swells are perfectly timed, mimicking crashing waves and sudden silence. The audience gasps, not just because of the dynamics, but because something sacred is happening right before them.

What makes this version so potent today is its emotional relevance. It doesn’t take much imagination to relate these storms to our own modern anxieties—rising stress, spiritual doubt, social unrest. This track becomes more than a retelling of scripture; it becomes a therapy session through sound, a meditation wrapped in musical warfare. Play this when you’re overwhelmed. Let it walk you through the storm and out the other side. It’s not just a song—it’s a rescue mission for the soul.

5. “Lord Let Me Be an Instrument” – from Gospel Music Workshop of America Sessions

“Lord Let Me Be an Instrument” is a quiet masterpiece tucked away in Cleveland’s work with the Gospel Music Workshop of America, yet its spiritual resonance speaks volumes. The song is an earnest plea for usefulness in the kingdom of God—a prayer wrapped in music. It may not be among his radio singles, but it captures one of the most profound spiritual postures: surrender. James Cleveland doesn’t overperform here. Instead, he offers his voice as an actual instrument, expressing what words alone could not.

The lyrics are striking in their simplicity, “Use me in Thy service, draw me nearer every day,” yet they pierce the heart with their authenticity. The arrangement features soft keys and occasional strings, which gently cradle the vocal lines. There’s no flash or overproduction—just clarity and communion. Cleveland’s delivery is like a whispered confession: vulnerable, real, and unpolished in all the best ways. The choir’s response is minimal but effective, as if they’re standing in silent agreement.

In our modern climate of self-branding and spotlight-chasing, this song reminds us of a higher calling: to be used by something bigger than ourselves. Whether you’re a preacher or parent, artist or activist, this track realigns the listener with a servant’s mindset. It’s ideal for personal prayer, vision casting, or a moment of quiet reflection before a big step in faith. This is James Cleveland at his most spiritually profound—leading not from the pulpit, but from the prayer closet.

6. “The Name of Jesus” – from The Gospel in Living Sound

There’s something beautifully elemental about “The Name of Jesus.” In gospel tradition, the name alone is often considered a prayer, a weapon, a refuge. James Cleveland’s interpretation elevates that idea into a full-bodied spiritual experience. The track begins with solemn piano chords, but it doesn’t stay quiet for long. As the choir builds behind him, the music swells like a rising tide, culminating in a celebration of the miraculous power contained in just one name—Jesus.

Cleveland’s reverence is palpable. He doesn’t rush through the lyrics; he savors them. You can feel the awe in his voice every time he utters “Jesus.” His gravelly tone doesn’t diminish the name’s power—it enhances it, adding a weathered richness that makes each repetition sound like a revelation. As he stretches the name across several notes, you get the feeling he’s not just singing—he’s worshiping.

This song is essential listening for believers who feel distant from God or who need spiritual anchoring. It’s a reminder that sometimes, when words fail, the name of Jesus is enough. The song creates sacred space, whether played in a bustling car ride or a quiet room. For younger generations discovering Cleveland’s work, this track serves as a powerful introduction to his legacy—and to the enduring truth that there’s still power in the name of Jesus.

7. “No Cross, No Crown” – from Live at Carnegie Hall

“No Cross, No Crown” is one of James Cleveland’s most profound theological statements set to music. This track doesn’t sugarcoat the Christian walk—it lays it bare: if you want the reward, you must endure the suffering. With his signature blend of sermon and song, Cleveland delivers this truth not with gloom, but with deep assurance and spiritual clarity. His voice, rich and time-worn, carries every ounce of that message like a man who’s earned the right to say it.

The arrangement begins slowly, with a steady piano and choir backdrop that builds as the emotional tension increases. Cleveland speaks the opening lines like a seasoned preacher before moving into song, allowing the message to marinate. “If you can’t stand a little disappointment sometimes, if you can’t stand being talked about… then how you gonna wear your crown?” he asks—not to condemn, but to prepare. The choir responds with gentle strength, turning the message into a unified confession of faith through hardship. You can hear the sighs, the agreements, the spiritual weight land in real-time—both in the recording and in the soul of the listener.

As the song progresses, the music swells with greater urgency, yet never loses its reverent tone. Cleveland’s voice rises in intensity, not just in volume but in passion. He sings from a place that suggests he’s been through the valley, and he’s not just sharing doctrine—he’s sharing deliverance. His testimony is embedded in every lyric, particularly when he sings, “Jesus bore the cross alone—and all the world go free?” It’s in these moments that the track transforms from a performance into a sermon set to music, a reminder that carrying our own crosses is part of the sanctification process.

This track hits especially hard for those walking through seasons of difficulty. In a modern world where comfort is often prioritized over conviction, “No Cross, No Crown” reminds us that struggle is not the absence of God—it is often where God meets us most intimately. Whether you’re battling illness, navigating betrayal, or simply trying to survive the pressures of daily life, this song doesn’t promise escape—it promises eternal meaning. It’s a song for the weary believer who needs to know that their suffering has purpose, and that glory isn’t just found in mountaintops, but also in faithful endurance through the valleys.

Cleveland doesn’t just perform this truth—he lives it, and in doing so, he helps the listener endure just a little longer. “No Cross, No Crown” is not just a classic gospel track—it’s a lifeline wrapped in harmony and grace. For every tear-stained pillow and whispered prayer of exhaustion, this song offers a response: Hold on. Your crown is coming.

8. “I’ll Do His Will” – from Live at the Apollo Sessions

There’s a sense of mission embedded in this track that sets it apart from others in Cleveland’s live catalog. “I’ll Do His Will” isn’t just a promise—it’s a declaration of spiritual alignment, an anthem of readiness and obedience. Recorded during a now-legendary performance at the Apollo, this version brims with fiery purpose. Cleveland’s voice on this track sounds energized and renewed, as if fueled by the very Spirit he’s singing about.

His delivery is sharper, his tone more urgent, and the choir sounds like a wave of conviction rising behind him. The arrangement follows the structure of traditional gospel: a call-and-response that builds momentum with each repetition, climaxing in a sweeping affirmation of service to God. Cleveland’s pacing intensifies gradually, allowing the congregation—and by extension, the listener—to become swept up in the rhythm of obedience.

For modern listeners, especially those at a crossroads—be it career, ministry, or personal change—this song is an anthem. It’s the spiritual push you need when making hard decisions, facing resistance, or stepping into unfamiliar territory. The beauty of Cleveland’s performance is that it makes the concept of surrender feel empowering, not passive. It fuels courage and renews purpose, reminding us that saying “yes” to God’s will is not the end of the road—it’s the beginning of destiny.

9. “My Cup Runneth Over” – from James Cleveland Presents the Charles Fold Singers

This track is one of James Cleveland’s most beautifully understated works, and it shines not through power but through its posture of peace. Rather than focusing on hardship or pleading for strength, “My Cup Runneth Over” is about abundance—spiritual abundance. The song radiates contentment, a holy satisfaction that’s often missing in our modern quest for more. It’s a grateful reflection on a life blessed, not necessarily with material wealth, but with peace, clarity, and enduring faith.

The melody is rich and smooth, the kind of arrangement you can loop endlessly during a reflective afternoon or a quiet drive home from church. Cleveland’s vocal control is impressive here—he rises and falls with emotion but never loses clarity. His tone is less preacher, more psalmist. It’s contemplative, even meditative, and the Charles Fold Singers add a soft cushion of harmonies that cradle every word with reverence.

This is the kind of gospel track that feels timeless. Whether you’re 18 or 80, whether you’ve just begun your faith journey or have been walking with God for decades, “My Cup Runneth Over” resonates. In an age of anxiety and noise, this song is a spiritual exhale. It’s not about asking—it’s about acknowledging. It’s gratitude turned into song, and in doing so, it helps the listener see the blessings that might have been overlooked all along.

10. “Jesus Will” – from James Cleveland and the Cleveland Singers

“Jesus Will” is one of those timeless gospel declarations that doesn’t need to shout to make its presence known—it simply affirms, with quiet certainty, that whatever the need, Jesus will take care of it. James Cleveland’s version stands out for its balance of humility and boldness. He sings not with hesitation, but with a knowing confidence rooted in both scripture and personal experience. It’s not a boast; it’s a witness.

The track begins with gentle piano chords and soft organ runs, setting a contemplative mood—almost like a musical prayer room. Then, Cleveland enters—calm, clear, and focused—like a man who has watched God make a way more than once. The way he emphasizes the phrase “Jesus will” is subtle but firm, like someone telling you something they’ve staked their life on. He doesn’t overcomplicate the message. He lets the power sit in the simplicity. When the choir joins in, their harmonies don’t overpower; they affirm. They echo a faith that’s been tested and proven. It becomes a layered confirmation—testimony wrapped in sound.

What makes this song so deeply effective is that it doesn’t try to fix you—it just reminds you that you’re not alone. It carries no judgment, no demand, no pressure. Just a gentle but unwavering truth: Jesus will. Whether you’re dealing with sickness, heartbreak, loneliness, or simply feeling spiritually distant, this track wraps around you like a blanket. It doesn’t need a big climax. The comfort is in its consistency—just like the God it speaks of.

In a world where people are looking for reassurance—financially, emotionally, spiritually—“Jesus Will” is the musical reminder that no matter the situation, God is both willing and able. It’s a track for the brokenhearted, the uncertain, the hopeful, and the forgotten. It doesn’t rush you—it meets you where you are. Whether you’re sitting alone in your car with tears in your eyes, or standing in a sanctuary full of worshippers, this song whispers directly to the spirit: Don’t worry, child. Jesus will.

There’s no pretense in Cleveland’s voice—just truth. And in gospel music, that’s all you really need. As the final track on this list, it serves as a benediction of sorts—a soft-spoken reminder that the same Jesus who walked with Cleveland is still walking with us today.

James Cleveland’s music has this way of reaching down into your soul and reminding you that you’re not alone. Whether it’s through a whispered prayer in song or a thunderous choir declaration, each track we’ve covered in this piece offers something we all need—comfort, courage, conviction, and above all, connection.

This isn’t just a list of songs—it’s a reminder that gospel music can still break chains and build altars in 2026. For those who’ve grown up on Cleveland or are just now discovering his work, let these songs be more than background music. Let them be your personal revival, your quiet strength, or your gentle nudge back to faith when life feels like too much.

And if you’ve made it this far, maybe that’s no accident. Maybe your soul was asking for something today—and maybe, just maybe, one of these songs is the answer.

Staff Writer; Jamar Jackson

This brother has a passion for sports, poetry and music. One may contact him at; JJackson@ThyBlackMan.com.

Trump prefers to receive his briefings directly from the CIA and its foreign colleagues, leaving the DNI as an appendage with little to do. Nevertheless, the DNI employs hundreds of spies and analysts, and most of them have national security clearances that permit them to view the nation’s most closely guarded secrets and to invade anyone’s privacy.

Section 702 of FISA theoretically permits federal agents to spy without warrants or suspicion on foreign persons. In reality, it is used as a fig leaf to spy on Americans.

A few years ago, Department of Justice lawyers persuaded the FISA court secretly to permit the National Security Agency — America’s domestic spies — to spy on Americans with whom foreign persons communicate; even suspicion less Americans whose communications with foreigners are benign; even Americans removed by six degrees from conversations with foreigners.

Before 9/11, no one in law enforcement was permitted access to data obtained outside the restraints imposed by the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution. Those restraints prohibit searches and seizures — in the modern parlance, surveillance and data acquisition — without a search warrant issued by a judge based on probable cause of crime, sworn to under oath. And the warrant itself must specifically describe the places to be searched and the persons or things to be seized.

Since 9/11, the wall between surveillance and law enforcement has collapsed even though the feds still maintain that the Fourth Amendment only regulates law enforcement and not surveillance. This wild proposition is defied by the plain language of the amendment, which protects all persons from all government, and by the history of the colonists dealing with British government agents executing general warrants issued by a secret court in London.

Those warrants permitted the bearers to arrest whomever they wished, to search wherever they chose and to seize whatever they found. Under the pretext of looking for evidence of crimes, like failing to comply with the Stamp Act, these agents were truly looking for what the king considered subversive, like a draft of the Declaration of Independence.

James Madison and his colleagues who drafted the Fourth Amendment surely knew that history and shared the near universal colonial revulsion at general warrants. Hence the requirements in the amendment for probable cause of crime sworn to before the warrant-issuing judge, and specificity in the warrant itself.

All of this was crafted to outlaw general warrants, and protect all persons in America from warrantless government assaults and invasions of their “persons, houses, papers, and effects.”

Now, back to FISA. FISA was crafted in reaction to President Richard Nixon’s use of the CIA and FBI for warrantless domestic surveillance purposes. This was spying on Americans — opponents of the Vietnam War and Nixon’s political opponents — which as we all now know came crashing down on Nixon in the Watergate scandal.

FISA itself is deeply flawed. Rather than simply criminalizing all warrantless surveillance, it lowered the standard for authorizing surveillance and data acquisition, i.e., searches and seizures, from probable cause of crime — Madisons’s gold standard for protecting privacy — to probable cause of communicating with a foreign person, a standard that by its nature implicates innocent Americans, unnamed in FISA warrants.

One infamous FISA warrant authorized the feds to seize the telephone records of all Verizon customers, some 115 million at the time.

But there is another side to this fig leaf. According to former NSA agents, FISA itself is a charade, as the domestic spies and their international cousins — that’s the NSA and the CIA — have a manifest indifference to constitutional norms. Stated differently, they don’t care about the Fourth Amendment or probable cause. They spy on whomever they wish whenever they choose and seize whatever data they can.

If these former NSA agents are correct — I have known them for many years and I believe them — we have come full circle from the general warrant days; all under the guise of FISA. FISA is pernicious not only because of its unconstitutional lowering of the standard for judicially issued searches and seizures, it is pernicious because the NSA and the CIA — the latter prohibited by federal law from spying in the U.S. and from engaging in law enforcement — pretend to be complying with FISA court orders, all the while spying on whomever they choose; and lying about it.

Section 702 is a symbol, but it is not substantive. Stated differently, the spies will spy on us with or without 702 until we have a president who stops them; and survives. The battle over 702 is symbolic of authoritarians versus constitutionalists, but its demise will just drive the spies deeper into the deep state. 702 has come to stand for the power and fear the intelligence community wields over the executive branch that employs it and the Congress that funds and approves it.

On the eve of America’s 250th anniversary, we are asked to accept and pay for a government that knows more about us than we do about it. One whose rapacious and insatiable appetite for knowing our thoughts, impressions, feelings and emotions far exceeds anything the British agents sought from the colonists who fought a bloody revolution over this.

The values that underlie the Fourth Amendment — the sovereignty of the individual, the right to be left alone, the promise of limited government — have been rejected by the folks we hired to protect them. But they are human values. And they will not rest.

Written by Judge Andrew P. Napolitano

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Enter Thomas Piketty and company.

In early June, Piketty — the French economist whose work on inequality has made him something of a rock star even while being serially challenged for methodological errors, data imputations and cherry-picked baselines — and his large team unveiled what can only be described as a villainous plan. It’s a comprehensive program for global managed decline dressed up in the language of climate justice and equality.

The plan is far too ambitious for most nations to accept. But given the influence of Piketty and his circle of economists on U.S. wealth taxes and prominent global policy proposals, we should take its underlying ideas seriously.

Piketty’s plan would cap GDP per capita in wealthy countries at roughly $69,000, far less than America’s current $94,430. The plan would also limit annual global economic growth to between 0% and 0.5%. Monsieur Piketty would allot only 0.115% annual growth to the U.S, whose GDP has expanded by more than 3% on average since 1930. This would hurt not just the billionaires but every American.

The plan would mandate an international three-day work week and reduce construction activity by 70%, manufacturing by 87% and even leisure-sector activity by 58%. There would be massive and punishing trade actions against noncompliant countries.

It envisions a “Global Justice Fund” financed not by taxing carbon but by global wealth and income taxes. This fund would be 20 times the size of current development aid and would be administered by a new international bureaucracy answerable to heaven knows who.

Don’t be fooled by Piketty’s training as an economist. This is not economic thinking. Consider the utter inconsistency of relying on a vast stock of wealth (mostly from the U.S.) for redistribution while suffocating long-term growth to near zero. Much of the value of the assets needed to finance this scheme would be destroyed. It is also disqualifying to claim that sub-Saharan Africa will grow at 4% if we crush the economies that provide the capital for its investments and buy its exports.

Let’s ask the uncomfortable question: What would it require to enforce Piketty’s plan? About this matter, he is conveniently vague. Confiscating something on the order of 10% of world GDP and redirecting it through a newly created supranational body does not happen by asking nicely. You cannot restructure the global economy at that scale without a coercive apparatus that dwarfs anything in human history.

The mechanism must be authoritarian. It would require a world government with the power to tell billions of people which jobs they may and may not hold, what they may build, what they may eat and how many hours they are permitted to work.

And to what end? “Climate change” is an insufficient answer when Piketty’s entire edifice is built on a discredited foundation. The report relies on a baseline from the “RCP8.5” climate scenario that projects Earth warming by as much as 4.8 degrees Celsius by 2100. But last month, the UN’s own climate panel officially retired RCP8.5 (always a high-end estimate) as “implausible.” A more central projection is around 2.7 degrees Celsius. Replies to Piketty’s X feed pointed this out immediately. His response, as far as anyone can tell, has been silence.

That leaves the inequality argument. Worldwide income inequality is nearing a 150-year low, but Piketty insists that radical redistribution of wealth is essential for the Global South. And where have billionaires and wealth been popping up fastest in recent decades? Embarrassingly, data from Piketty’s World Inequality Database confirms that it’s in South and Southeast Asia and East Asia. These are the exact Global South regions that have spent recent decades rescuing hundreds of millions of people from poverty through market-directed economic growth.

A core confusion of the degrowth ideology is its conflation of inequality and poverty, in fact two very different things. Reducing inequality by making everyone poorer is not a victory for the poor. The billions of people still lagging in the global income distribution have one realistic path out: growth. Dynamic, market-driven, property-rights-protected growth is the only proven path to prosperity. It’s also the path to environmental improvement, which costs money.

Degrowth is the ultimate luxury belief. It’s dreamed up by tenured professors in Paris and progressive think-tank pundits in Brussels. These are people who already have high incomes, comfortable apartments, generous health care and pensions and whose ideas would pull up the ladder on billions of poor people.

Rand’s villains always insisted they were acting for the greater good. They always had elaborate plans. They always needed just a little more power to make it work. And they thought little about the terrible burdens their plans would impose on ordinary people.

Written by Veronique de Rugy

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New York now leads the NBA Finals 3 to 1, and that alone tells you how heavy this moment is. For a franchise that has carried heartbreak, jokes, bad contracts, strange front office decisions, missed chances, and too many long summers, this win felt different. The Knicks are not chasing respect anymore. They are one win away from a championship, and for New York basketball fans, that sentence almost sounds strange coming out loud.

San Antonio came into Game 4 looking like a team ready to snatch control back. The Spurs jumped on the Knicks early and did it with the kind of shooting that can make a home crowd sit down quietly. They were firing from deep, moving the ball, and playing loose. The first half looked like a nightmare for New York. Victor Wembanyama had his presence all over the game, the Spurs were knocking down threes, and the Knicks looked like they were trying to run uphill with ankle weights on.

By halftime, plenty of people had already started writing the story in their minds. The series was going back to San Antonio tied. The Knicks had missed their chance. The Spurs had figured something out. That is how it felt. That is how it looked. San Antonio had the rhythm, the confidence, and the scoreboard. The Garden had that nervous energy, the kind where fans are still yelling, but deep down everybody is wondering if the night is slipping away.

Then the Knicks started doing what tough teams do. They stopped worrying about style and got back to the work. They defended harder. They made San Antonio feel bodies. They pushed the ball with more purpose. They stopped letting the Spurs walk into comfortable shots. Little by little, the game changed. It did not happen all at once. It was not some movie scene where one big shot fixed everything. It was possession after possession, stop after stop, bucket after bucket, until the Spurs realized the team they thought they had buried was still breathing.

Jalen Brunson was right in the middle of that fight. He has become the face of this Knicks rise because he plays like a man who understands the weight of the jersey. He is not the tallest guard. He does not play above the rim every trip. He does not need to. Brunson plays with control, footwork, strength, craft, and nerve. In Game 4, when the Knicks needed somebody to settle them, he kept coming. Even when San Antonio tried to crowd him, bump him, and force him into tough looks, he stayed in the battle.

That is what makes Brunson dangerous. He does not look like panic. He looks like a man doing math under pressure. He probes, waits, turns his shoulder, gets to his spot, and then makes the defense pay. Late in the game, he gave the Knicks their first lead with the kind of floater that can turn a building into thunder. It was not just two points. It was belief made visible.

Still, the final moment belonged to OG Anunoby. That is fitting because Anunoby has been the kind of player every championship team needs. He does not always get treated like the star attraction, but winning teams know his value. He guards. He cuts. He hits timely shots. He plays strong. He does not need the game to be about him to impact it. In Game 4, with the season swinging and the ball bouncing around near the rim, Anunoby made the play that may end up living forever in Knicks history.

His tip in with just over a second left was not pretty in the soft, polished way people often talk about basketball. It was beautiful because it was urgent. It was beautiful because it came from effort. It was beautiful because it rewarded a player who stayed engaged when the first shot did not fall. That is playoff basketball. Sometimes the biggest play is not drawn up clean on a clipboard. Sometimes it is a man crashing the glass because the season demands it.

Karl Anthony Towns also deserves credit for staying in the fight. It would have been easy for him to get swallowed up by frustration, especially with foul trouble and San Antonio’s length making everything difficult. But Towns gave the Knicks needed size, scoring pressure, and defensive resistance as the game tightened. He was part of the shift that slowed the Spurs down after their hot start. Against a team with Wembanyama, every possession near the paint comes with tension. Towns had to keep battling, and he did.

The Spurs will feel sick about this one. There is no soft way to say it. You do not build that kind of lead in an NBA Finals game and walk away feeling fine after losing by one. San Antonio had the Knicks where they wanted them. They had the crowd nervous. They had the pace. They had the scoreboard. Then their offense tightened, their spacing got less clean, and the Knicks started turning every miss into another chance to climb closer.

Wembanyama remains a problem. That young man is already changing how teams think on both ends of the floor. His reach, timing, shooting touch, and confidence make him feel like a glimpse of the next era. The Spurs are not here by accident. They are talented, fearless, and well coached. But Game 4 showed that youth can still feel pressure. When the Knicks pushed back, San Antonio did not respond with the same calm it showed early.

That is where experience and desperation matter. The Knicks have too many players who have been doubted, traded, questioned, or overlooked. Brunson had to prove he could be a true number one option. Anunoby has had to prove his value goes beyond defensive reputation. Towns has had to deal with years of criticism about whether his talent connects to winning at the highest level. Josh Hart, Mikal Bridges, Mitchell Robinson, and the rest of that group have all carried their own questions. Now they are answering them together.

Madison Square Garden was the right stage for this kind of ending. New York fans can be rough, loud, impatient, and dramatic, but when that building believes, there may not be a better basketball atmosphere in America. Game 4 had all of that. The panic. The anger. The hope. The roar. The kind of noise that makes television speakers feel too small. By the final buzzer, that crowd was not just celebrating a win. It was releasing decades of basketball frustration.

Now comes the hard part. A 3 to 1 lead is powerful, but it is not a trophy. The Knicks cannot fly to San Antonio acting like the job is already finished. The Spurs are too talented for that. Wembanyama is too dangerous. A young team with nothing to lose can become dangerous fast, especially at home. New York has to remember what got them here. Defense, rebounding, patience, and Brunson’s steady hand. They cannot depend on another miracle comeback.

Still, Game 4 may be remembered as the night the Knicks truly started to feel like a championship team. Not because they played a perfect game, because they did not. Not because everything went their way, because it surely did not. They looked buried. They looked shaken. They looked like they were about to let San Antonio walk out of the Garden with the series tied.

Instead, they found something.

That is what makes this win so important. Championships are not always built from clean wins where everybody shoots well and the lead stays comfortable. Sometimes they are built from ugly nights when a team has every excuse to fold and refuses. Sometimes they are built from one offensive rebound, one loose ball, one defensive stand, one player staying ready when the bright lights find him.

The Knicks are now one win away from doing something New York has waited a long time to see. One more win, and the jokes stop. One more win, and the pain gets rewritten. One more win, and a city that has been starving for Knicks glory gets to celebrate like it has been holding its breath for generations.

Game 4 was a reminder that basketball can still shake a room, stop a city, and make grown folks yell at the television like the players can hear them. The Knicks were down, but they were not done. San Antonio had control, but New York had the final word.

And now, the Knicks are one win away from history.

Staff Writer; J.G. Lacour

Covering the NBA, NFL, college basketball, college football, and Major League Baseball from a Black man’s perspective. He loves the full world of sports, but the NFL remains his favorite.

Need to contact this bro, feel free to use this email address; JGLacour@ThyBlackMan.com.

There will be millions and millions of soccer fans watching World Cup matches and rooting their countries on and there is even a major betting component as well. According to gambling industry research firm Eilers & Krejcik, the U.S. betting on the FIFA World Cup 2026 tournament projects to land “between $2.3 billion and $4.3 billion, a wide variance dictated by whether the U.S. men’s national team exits early or makes a deep run”. Although gambling and money will play a major role in the interest in this World Cup, the usual nationalism and people rooting for countries will still play the biggest role. But to due the current geopolitics of today, it leads many to the belief that FIFA World Cup 2026 is an event overshadowed by controversy.

One of the most notable features of this FIFA World Cup it is the first FIFA World Cup to be hosted by three nations as it is hosted by Mexico, Canada, and the U.S. It is hosted by 11 different U.S. cities for this over month-long tournament. Due to the U.S. being a major hosting site, it makes it dicey for countries currently engaged with geopolitical conflict with the U.S. to have World Cup representation in the U.S. And Iran is one of those countries. Less than four months ago, FIFA was monitoring the developments in Iran due to the military action between the U.S. and Iran for the last several months.

It was just earlier this month that the players on Iran’s World Cup soccer team received visas that allowed them to enter and compete in the U.S. in this year’s World Cup. Somali referee Omar Artan wasn’t as fortunate as he was denied entry into the U.S. as the only World Cup referee from Somalia. Unfortunately, Artan’s treatment wasn’t the only time Africans linked to this event got unequitable treatment. U.S. authorities inspected Senegal’s national team players as shortly after they got off the plane in the U.S. and they were subjected to tight inspections and physical searches.

Even before this year’s FIFA World Cup began, there were calls by various people and groups to boycott this year’s event. The Anti-Fascist Football Coalition joined the call to boycott the tournament and argued that the World Cup should be boycotted due to U.S. human rights violations, repression against migrants, and security measures linked to World Cup preparations. At this year’s most popular soccer tournament in the world, expect to see plenty of soccer fans but also plenty of protesters throughout the entire tournament as well.

Staff Writer; Mark Hines

The answer may be simpler than party strategists would like to admit.

For many men, politics is not merely about policy preferences. It is also about whether they feel understood, respected and represented. Increasingly, many men feel that modern progressive politics views them less as constituents and more as problems to be solved.

Over the past decade, much of the political and cultural conversation on the left has framed masculinity in negative terms. Men are frequently described as “toxic” or privileged, or as obstacles to social progress. While these criticisms are often directed at specific behaviors, many ordinary men hear something broader: that their role in society is being diminished or dismissed.

As a result, Democrats now face a challenge that goes beyond messaging. They are struggling to connect with a demographic they increasingly seem not to understand.

This disconnect becomes apparent in the party’s search for figures who can appeal to male voters. Progressives often ask where their version of podcast host Joe Rogan might be. Yet the question itself reveals a misunderstanding.

Rogan does not fit neatly into traditional ideological categories. He has supported progressive candidates, entertained a wide range of viewpoints, and frequently rejects partisan labels altogether. His appeal stems less from his political beliefs than from his ability to speak to audiences in a way that feels authentic and unscripted.

Rather than recognizing that authenticity, many Democrats appear to search for substitutes who mimic certain cultural aesthetics while maintaining strict ideological conformity. The result often feels forced.

The same dynamic can be seen in Texas politics, where state Rep. James Talarico has emerged as a prominent Democratic figure. Talarico presents himself as a person of faith and frequently speaks about Christianity in public life. Yet critics argue that his policy positions remain firmly aligned with progressive priorities, creating a disconnect between the image he projects and the policies he supports.

Whether on issues involving transgender policies, border security, gun rights or energy production, opponents contend that Talarico’s recent rhetoric sounds more moderate than his legislative record. To those critics, the problem is not his ideology but the perception that he is attempting to package progressive policies in culturally conservative language.

The broader issue, they argue, is that Democrats often focus on appearances rather than underlying values.

Many progressives seem to operate with a narrow understanding of masculinity. In one stereotype, the traditional man is a deeply religious cultural conservative whose identity revolves around outward displays of faith. In another, masculinity is reduced to a rough-edged, hyperaggressive caricature defined by toughness and rebellion.

Neither image captures how most men see themselves.

For many conservatives, masculinity is not primarily about appearance, style or personality. It is about responsibility. A man may be a lawyer, teacher, mechanic, soldier or small-business owner. What matters is not the aesthetic but the fulfillment of duties — to family, community and country.

Under this understanding, manhood is defined less by how someone looks and more by what he does. Providing for a family, protecting loved ones, serving one’s community, and accepting personal responsibility are viewed as central components of masculine identity.

Critics of modern progressivism argue that this framework creates a fundamental conflict. Contemporary left-wing politics often emphasizes individual rights and personal autonomy, while traditional concepts of masculinity emphasize obligations and responsibilities. If politics increasingly focuses on liberation from duties, it becomes more difficult to speak meaningfully to people who view duty itself as a virtue.

This may help explain why many Democratic attempts to reconnect with male voters have fallen flat. The problem is not necessarily a lack of outreach. It is that the outreach often appears to be built on assumptions that many men do not recognize.

Political parties succeed when they understand the people they hope to persuade. They fail when they substitute stereotypes for genuine understanding.

As Democrats continue searching for ways to rebuild support among men, they may discover that the challenge is not finding the right messenger or adopting the right aesthetic. It is understanding the values, responsibilities and aspirations that shape how many men see themselves in the first place.

Written by Ben Shapiro

Official website; https://x.com/benshapiro

Remember? It would be hard to forget Democrats’ pain when we saw a ghostly Biden self-destruct and grope for words. Jill Biden tried to pretend otherwise, but the damage was done.

America is still paying dearly for the June 27 debacle. The Trump demolition tour for his 80th birthday and the nation’s 250th is about to choke this city to death. Besides which, our civil society and federal government are on life support.

So, Jill Biden’s book tour for her “View from the East Wing” memoir is falling a bit flat. If she didn’t know her husband’s health was too fragile for him to run for a second term, she, of all people, should have known. But both Bidens loved their jobs too much and couldn’t go with grace, as Joe Biden promised to do after one term. Some call Jill Lady McBiden; others say, “Cut Jill some slack.”

It’s the stuff of American tragedy. It took Biden a couple weeks to surrender his campaign to Vice President Kamala Harris. Foolish pride stained his legacy as a good president — and Jill’s reputation, too, as a likable political wife. History will not remember them well.

The true view from the East Wing today is a shambles, a metaphor for the nation that’s almost too perfect. Trump’s ballroom construction is frozen for now, but a cage will be on site for planned Ultimate Fighting Championship matches on June 14, Trump’s birthday. Yes, a cage on the White House lawn. The brutal punches and bloody pounding make no bones about mirroring Trump’s political instincts.

Joe and Jill Biden brought us to this point. They’re no longer a cute couple. The best thing they can do is disappear into their beach house in Delaware with their German shepherds and lots of ice cream flavors.

Meanwhile, the party searches for a cure for what ails it: a rousing, smart and unifying political leader out of the wilderness, as Republicans now rule the White House, Congress and Supreme Court trifecta.

When you look around, when you listen to several prospective presidential candidates in 2028, then the pain intensifies. The bench talent in the Democratic party is so deep and impressive, beyond what Republicans have to offer, that I lay down and wept for the Zion. Let me count the men and one woman who could excite the masses and deliver a win for the White House.

Governors are probably the best bet, and Gov. Andy Beshear of Kentucky is kind of a dream, coming from the South, like Bill Clinton. Gov. J.B. Pritzker of Illinois is a straight talker and shooter, unafraid to confront the excesses of the Trump regime’s Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents in Chicago. I’ve heard them speak in full houses here in Washington, and they are gifted speakers who blew the audiences away.

California Gov. Gavin Newsom is not just a pretty face. He’s done his homework in governing the state, always a roadmap for America’s future. As mayor of San Francisco, he legalized same-sex marriages before they gained wide support. His golden good looks don’t hurt, especially coming from the entertainment industry’s state. As Trump would say, central casting.

Republican frontrunners — Secretary of State Marco Rubio and Vice President JD Vance — are not as skilled as their boss at orchestrating absolute loyalty and sure revenge. As former senators, they are just talkers who can’t get their stories straight on their twisted records. Voters might not be in the mood for their prevarications. Shape-shifter Rubio supported U.S. foreign aid until he didn’t, working for Trump, his biographer Manuel Roig-Franzia noted.

Govs. Josh Shapiro of Pennsylvania and Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan are also worthy. I’d rule out Connecticut Sen. Chris Murphy and other senators; it’s hard to rise above the noise in Congress’s current climate. Former Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel is a dark horse, a tough-minded pol for a big city — and perhaps country.

Presidential timber all? That makes the Bidens’ choice worse — they blocked the next generation from a fair chance at the White House.

Written by Jamie Stiehm

Official website; https://twitter.com/JamieStiehm

As with most college reunions, the university did not miss the opportunity to solicit donations from its graduates — giving that helps maintain the “margin of excellence,” as its marketing materials put it.

While I can appreciate the school’s interest in soliciting graduates to fatten its coffers, I was struck by the lengths that our country’s hallowed institutions of higher learning go to protect their enormous endowments. These college presidents appear to believe that there is a special right reserved for elite institutions to receive the highest rate of returns on their investments and pay the lowest tax rates on those profits.

In many ways, colleges these days look more like major corporations rather than not-for-profit places of learning. The top 20 richest colleges — all but three of which are private — sit atop over $500 billion of savings. Harvard’s and Yale’s combined endowments alone total nearly $100 billion, more than the annual GDP of some countries.

Unlike private businesses, however, these schools enjoy cush tax breaks that allow them to shield their money from the government. The wealthiest colleges pay a mere 8% tax rate on the profits that the endowments make from their investments. Compare that to the average corporate rate of 21%.

At the same time, universities receive significant handouts from the government in the form of federal grants. The eight Ivy League schools alone collectively received over $6 billion in grants annually. While ostensibly intended to advance important research, these giveaways often pump taxpayers’ money into the left’s radical DEI agenda.

Under former President Joe Biden, the U.S. Department of Education doled out more than $40 million to promote a diversity program. In 2024, the City University of New York received $19 million for its “equity center.”

Why should hardworking families, many of whom cannot afford to attend these uber expensive institutions, be on the hook for funding their liberal ideology? It seems obvious to me that these wealthy schools should contribute to our country’s economy, not the other way around.

When I was in school, my alma mater’s informal motto was, “In the nation’s service,” and other schools similarly shroud themselves in patriotism, especially when it comes to fundraising. One would assume then that they would gladly pay a fair rate on their tremendous profits. Instead, they fight tooth and nail to protect those gains while hoarding every dollar of federal grants that they can get their hands on.

Schools spend lavishly to protect their darling status. Last year major research universities spent $38 million lobbying federal policymakers, more than a 30% increase over the previous year.

President Donald Trump has not shied away from pulling back the curtain on federal funding to hold schools more accountable to students and weed out the liberal wokeism that is pervasive at most colleges today. In addition to the president’s focus on some of the nation’s most prominent universities, the One Big Beautiful Bill Act finally raised taxes on the profits earned by these large endowments from a paltry 1.4% to the 8% noted above.

One can guess why colleges upped their lobbyist spending last year — they did not want their precious nest eggs to be targeted. It’s nimbyism in academia.

Our national debt — which exceeded the size of the U.S. economy this year for the first time since immediately after World War II — is spiraling out of control. Getting on a sustainable path to pay it down will require greater tax revenue alongside real spending cuts. No sector should be excused, especially not the liberal bastions of higher education.

That’s the trouble, though. Like lawmakers in Washington — who are utterly reluctant to cut federal programs, even as they drive our country deeper into the poorhouse — no college or university wants its ox to be gored.

If academia chooses to use patriotic slogans in its marketing materials, then it should help get our national debt onto a sustainable trajectory and pay its share of taxes. Why should liberal schools be rewarded for peddling their woke ideology while the government forces ordinary Americans to pay a higher tax rate on their investment returns?

Democrats rally around their “tax the rich” mantra. If they are serious about it, they should start with higher education. Of course, they won’t, because these schools are purveyors of their liberal orthodoxy. But Republicans should follow Trump’s lead and finally hold academia to my old school’s motto: in the nation’s service.

Written by Ken Buck

Official website; https://x.com/BuckForColorado

Many Americans and others have been compelled especially over the last year and a half to utter in faith and hope that the ugly cloud over America will soon be gone. That it moves out to sea to be seen no more.

That the nation which they were once proud and believed special among nations would free itself of the curse that afflicted and diseased its body and soul. A curse so unrelenting and destructive that they no longer recognized the country of their innocence.

No longer could feel the pride that they once had when they stood with others and saluted the flag and proclaimed their allegiance. Forced to wonder if it was all just some bizarre lie. “No, Virginia, Jamal, Maria, Bill, like Santa it was all just make believe.”

Forced to see their country, a country that they loved and was proud of, become something which it never in their wildest imagination believed would ever become.

America was first among nations in liberty, freedom, justice. A nation of immigrants from Ireland, Germany, Poland, Italy and all over the world who came to America for a better life.  A  better life for their children and their children’s children.

They came to America without a single document.  Only the hope for a better life, a faith in their God and the clothes on their back.

They came because they heard America was a land of opportunities. A land where immigrants were welcome. Where they could get a new start, a new day.  So, they came.

Some experience trials and tribulations that would crush their spirits. That would break their hearts. Some were forced to return back to their country of origins. Others would die in America believing it had been a huge mistake to have come.

They were not expecting to be confronted with the harassment, prejudice, mistreatment and discrimination that they were forced to experience. Treatment directed at them as the most recent others. Mistreated and unwelcomed by previous others. America they would learn was not the promised land.

Others weathered the storms and will themselves through the trials and tribulations certain “this too would pass.” They continue forward one day at a time. If not for themselves than their children and their children’s children.

In time, their children and their children’s children would no longer view themselves as merely Irish, Italian, German, Polish, Swedes but American. They would fight its wars all in the name of democracy, freedom, justice, liberty and what was right and just.

Those earlier Americans, if they saw the nation today, would they see the America for which they believe in, felt proud of and were willing to give their life for? Had it all been in vain?

If America survives and there is no guarantee that it will, there will be many who will demand accountability and retribution.  They will want to hold those they believe responsible for America’s current troubled, unhealthy condition. It will be understandable.

They may see it also necessary as a deterrent to prevent the nation from ever again sinking into the abyss of chaos and insanity.

Many will urge federal lawmakers to push for investigations, hearings and tribunals. They will seek and demand punishment. It clearly will be understood. However, it might not be the most useful course of action.

Instead of a new Congress, hopefully far more responsible Congress will use all its energy, time and resources to legislatively undue all of the regulations, policies and directives enacted by the current regime that helped to make America a pariah nation.

Hopefully put all its efforts into reversing the damage and evil unleashed on America and the world in the last year and a half. Not waste energy on impeachments. Let the current regime remain in place, but render it basically a eunuch.

A new Congress, more responsible however, will need the people of the nation to insist and safeguard its representative democratic form of government will never again end up in the outhouse. They will need to vote. They will need to be more selective in how they elect to represent them. They will also need to be far more attentive and involved in their government.

From this dark, storming night in America there may be a new morning, a new day. The evil regime will have breathed its last unholy breath.

Unfortunately, however much of the destruction, pain, suffering, embarrassment, alienation, disappointment experienced by Americans and others will remain for a long time perhaps forever.

Unfortunately also, many inside the nation and outside may never be able to think of America as a land of hope and  goodwill. Of great promise and opportunity. Of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Staff Writer; Al Alatunji

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A brother can raise one honest question about Democrats, and before he even finishes his thought, somebody is ready to call him confused. A sister can say she wants no part of Trump, and somebody else acts like she is just repeating what she heard on television. A young man can admit he is tired of both parties, and the next thing you know, folks treat him like he needs a political babysitter.

That kind of talk gets old.

Our people have been through too much, voted too often, carried too many elections, and listened to too many promises to be handled like children at the ballot box.

The real problem is assumption. Too many political conversations about us are built on it. Folks assume every Black church sounds the same. They assume every brother sees government through race alone. They assume every sister is loyal to one party forever. Older people get dismissed as stuck in yesterday. Younger people get written off as internet followers. None of that is real life.

We are not one big voting machine. We are people with memory, bills, faith, pain, family, work, disappointment, hope, and different ways of measuring what matters.

Now let me be clear. This does not mean every political choice is wise. It surely does not mean Donald Trump deserves a free pass. He has said and done plenty that deserves a hard look. His mouth has caused storms that did not need to happen. His style can be loud, personal, and rough around the edges. Certain parts of his politics make people uneasy, especially those of us who know what can happen when power starts acting like it owes nobody an explanation.

Still, disagreeing with somebody is one thing. Talking down to him is something else.

I know men who would never vote for Trump under any circumstance. I also know others who may not like him much as a man, but believe the other side has taken them for granted. There are people who vote Democrat because that party, for all its faults, lines up closer with what they believe government should do. Others lean Republican because of faith, taxes, guns, business, immigration, school choice, or a belief that government has gotten too big and wasteful. Then you have plenty of citizens who have no love for either side. They are simply tired.

That kind of mix makes political people nervous because it does not fit the easy story.

The easy story says our community belongs in one lane. It says a good Black person votes one way and a lost one votes another. It says if a man questions the Democratic Party, somebody must have tricked him. It says if a woman rejects Trump, she must be controlled by the media. Both views are lazy. Both are insulting.

A grown person has a right to think things through.

Politics is not Sunday school, and no party is the Bible. That may sound simple, but plenty of folks forget it once election season gets hot. They start speaking as if one side is pure good and the other side is pure evil. Life has taught me to be careful with that kind of thinking. I have seen people shout about justice while ignoring local suffering. I have heard family values preached by men who showed little mercy to actual families. I have watched candidates smile in churches, clap on rhythm, quote Scripture, eat our food, and vanish once the votes were counted.

Our community remembers.

We remember promises made on porches, in barber shops, at rallies, on college campuses, and inside sanctuaries. We remember being told this election would change everything. We remember hearing that democracy itself was on the line. We remember the speeches about how our lives depended on showing up. Then after the election, many of the same neighborhoods still had poor schools, high rent, closed grocery stores, bad roads, crime, weak job options, and young people wondering where opportunity went.

That is not bitterness. That is memory.

When people talk about Trump, they often miss that part. His appeal to certain citizens is not always about love. Sometimes it is protest. Sometimes it is frustration. Sometimes it is a way of saying the old political arrangement has not worked well enough. A person may hear Trump speak rough and direct, and even if the words are messy, that person feels he is saying what other politicians are scared to say.

Now, that feeling can become dangerous if it turns into blind loyalty. Anger can make a bad deal look better than it is. Frustration can cause people to mistake noise for leadership. A man being loud does not make him right. A politician attacking the system does not mean he plans to fix it. That needs to be said too.

But honesty also requires admitting where Trump has connected with working people. His America First message may bother certain circles, but plenty of Americans hear it and feel somebody is finally speaking their language. Factories matter. Manufacturing matters. Building here in the USA matters. Families understand what happens when work leaves a town and never comes back. A young person should be able to learn a trade, work with his hands, make a decent living, and not have to leave home just to find a future.

There is nothing wrong with wanting America to build again.

When Trump talks about bringing companies back, protecting American industry, pushing foreign corporations to invest on our soil, and making more products here at home, that message hits a nerve. A man in a small town who watched factories close understands it. A woman trying to keep a family business open understands it. A worker who has seen cheap foreign labor used against American wages understands it. Even someone who dislikes Trump personally may still agree with the idea that this country should not depend on everybody else to make what we need.

That is one place where he deserves some credit. He has pushed the conversation back toward building, manufacturing, jobs, and national self interest. Every promise may not land the way his speeches make it sound. Every announcement may not turn into paychecks overnight. Working families may still have to wait before they feel the difference in their pockets. Even so, the basic message of build here, hire here, and put the American worker first is not foolish. Both parties should have been speaking that language louder a long time ago.

That is why it is a mistake to act like anyone who sees a positive in Trump has lost his mind.

A person can give him credit for pushing American jobs and still question his character. A brother can agree with building in the USA and still dislike the chaos. A sister can support bringing work back home and still worry about his tone. A churchgoing family can respect parts of his America First message and refuse to worship politics. That is called thinking. It is not betrayal.

Now, folks who stand with Trump need to hear something too. Every Black person who refuses to support him has not been fooled by the news, scared by Democrats, or trained to think one way. Some looked at the man, listened to him for years, watched how he moves, and decided his way of leading is not something they can stand behind. A person can reach that conclusion honestly. Same speech, same debate, same headline, and two neighbors may walk away seeing two different things.

That is part of being free.

What bothers me most is the ownership language around our vote. It shows up from both sides. Democrats sometimes talk like loyalty is owed because of history. Republicans sometimes treat any support from our community as proof they have solved something they have barely tried to understand. That kind of thinking is why people get tired before the real conversation even starts.

The vote does not sit in somebody’s back pocket because a singer, preacher, activist, radio host, or cable news panel told people where to go.

It belongs to the folks standing in line after work, the ones checking their registration twice, the grandmother with her purse on her arm, the young brother voting for the first time, and the working man who still has to clock in the next morning no matter who wins.

That is why many are tired of being told how to think about Trump. The issue is bigger than one man. It is about dignity. It is about having the right to weigh a candidate for yourself. It is about questioning Democrats without being called a traitor. It is about rejecting Republicans without being called a pawn. It is about asking what a leader has done for your family, your neighborhood, your church, your business, your school, and your future.

That kind of independence should not scare anybody who truly believes in democracy.

Our community brings a lot into that voting booth. A veteran may be thinking about war. A teacher may be thinking about schools. A preacher may be thinking about morality. A small business owner may be thinking about taxes and payroll. A union worker may be thinking about wages. Somebody who learned life the hard way may be thinking about survival more than party.

Try fitting all of that into one campaign slogan. It falls apart quick.

So when Trump’s name comes up, maybe people ought to slow down before reaching for insults. Why are certain folks open to him? Why are others firmly against him? What has worn people down? Where have both parties missed the mark? What are working families saying that political people keep brushing aside?

A conversation like that might actually teach us something. Name calling never has.

I am not here to tell another grown person how to vote. That is between that person, conscience, household, and God. What I am saying is simple. Our people deserve to be heard, even when the room disagrees. Candidates need to earn support instead of assuming it. Media voices need to stop acting like one opinion speaks for everybody. A man or woman should be able to think out loud without getting dragged just for stepping outside somebody else’s comfort zone.

There are Trump supporters in our community. There are Trump critics who cannot stomach him. There are people watching both parties with one eyebrow raised. There are also citizens so worn out by politics that staying home starts to feel easier than choosing between disappointments. That ought to trouble the political class, but it should also teach them something.

People are tired of lectures.

Results matter. Respect matters. Honesty matters. A vote is not a love letter. Sometimes it is a warning. Sometimes it is a protest. Sometimes it is hope. Sometimes it is the only tool a person feels he has left.

America needs to remember something simple about our community.

No party owns our vote. Folks are paying attention, and respect still has to be earned.

Staff Writer; L.L. McKenna

Politics explained through the lens of justice and equity. Offering perspective that informs, challenges, and empowers.

One can contact this brother at; LLMcKenna@ThyBlackMan.com.