There’s Nothing Virtuous About Finding Common Ground
The first time I found myself facing a political dilemma was in the year 1976; I was 5 years old. My parents were what we used to call "movement people," veterans of the civil rights movement who leaned toward black nationalism and pan-Africanism. My name, Tayari, was brought back from a family friend's research trip to Kenya. Tayari means "ready" in Kiswahili, an East African lingua franca.