Category Archive: Race

When Protest Doesn’t Quite Fit the Mold

White people protesting is powerful. It is a privilege to be guaranteed that someone will listen to us, as pointed out by Jerome Clarke in a piece about last year’s “Won’t Stand For Hate”… Continue reading

HBO, America, and Me.

Last year, I took a trip to Philadelphia with one of my friends. I had the combined energy level of a first-year college student, an international student studying abroad and a newcomer to… Continue reading

To the boy on campus who dressed up as a Jehovah’s Witness on Halloween

To the boy on campus who dressed up as a Jehovah’s Witness on Halloween, Do you remember drunkenly walking into Huber Hall with your friends? You were walking with two girls. One was… Continue reading

Pacifism Against the Alt-Right.

In 1944, Dr. Ancel Keys took 36 volunteers and used them as subjects for what would become known as the Minnesota Starvation Experiment. These men were all conscientious objectors to war who wanted… Continue reading

This is what it means to be a DACA recipient.

Since 2012, over 800,000 DREAMers, like ourselves, have been given the legal right to work, apply for a driver’s license, and, most importantly, live without the fear of deportation. We complete background checks… Continue reading

this may mean doing things a bit differently from here on out

OccupyPennHall failed. Embittered by a failed election and its hateful aftermath, students parked themselves in protest. The act precluded and followed an irruption of a faculty meeting. Therein, sitting professors tuned into pleas… Continue reading

A Note from a Naive, Soft-Hearted Liberal

“I’m voting for Trump,” my step-dad announced this summer. Through and through he is Republican, but his backing of Trump still shocked me. When I asked him why, he said that he thought… Continue reading


I am afraid Your black skin. My skin. Our skin is one skin.  A skin that say Bullseye. Shoot. I am innocent. Bang. Bang. Bang. I am waiting for someone to notice that… Continue reading

I Am Me

You say my accent is interesting It shows I’m not you I don’t understand your words even though I grew up knowing I am me and you are you I guess what I’m… Continue reading

On white guilt.

I didn’t always realize what white guilt was, only that it existed. It’s not as cut-and-dry as it seems. It actually took me years to understand it, which is why I was unsurprised… Continue reading