Black Graduates Want Diplomas, Not Death Certificates

Black lives must matter before Black education can matter. My degrees won’t shield me from bullets if a cop feels threatened by my existence. They won’t have my back when a creep follows me around the block because my clothes were “asking for it.” My degrees are neither freedom papers nor get-out-of-jail-free cards. They are an acknowledgement of my survival from an institution that was not built for me.

Dear White People, This is What We Want You to Do

I don’t want you to feel at ease. I want you to know that you are the byproduct of a successful racist regime that has capitalized off of Black oppression and suppression for centuries. I want you to shed light on the corners of your subconscious you’ve glossed over for years. I want you to realize that being racist is more American than apple pie.

Melanin in Milan: Finding My People Abroad

Being a Black student attending a predominantly white university, I’m used to being among a small handful of students of color within a student organization or the only Black person enrolled in a class. Within my academic specializations (Creative Writing and Opera Performance), there are even fewer Black students. Of course, I’ve been able to … Continue reading Melanin in Milan: Finding My People Abroad

Humans

Happy Independence Day (if you celebrate any sort of liberation today). I posted this essay (originally titled “On Humans”) on July 4, 2018. I’ve updated “Humans” to reflect statistical updates, new events, and my contemporary reflections. When I first wrote this, I hoped that we had already seen the worst. A year has passed, and … Continue reading Humans

6 Kinds Of Decent Guys Who Don’t Deserve An Award

Forgive me, Feminist Idols, for I have sinned. This summer I started watching The Bachelorette. To be fair, at least it’s not The Bachelor… but still. What screams “Post Breakup Therapy” more than making a fantasy spread sheet objectifying men I’ve never met and rooting for a girl who just got dumped by her fiancé? … Continue reading 6 Kinds Of Decent Guys Who Don’t Deserve An Award

Self-Care doesn’t mean Careless

I’m not a control freak. I just have very particular standards… and if my standards aren't met, I kinda freak out. And by freak out, I mean I unconsciously pull out my hair.  So yeah, I have control problems. BUT DOESN’T ANY BLACK WOMAN WHO’S TRYING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD HAVE CONTROL … Continue reading Self-Care doesn’t mean Careless

[Donna] Summertime, and the Livin’ is [Not] Easy

A few weeks ago, my roommate and I went to a roller disco in downtown Boston (which I think is a hilarious oxymoron). The following is a list of things I associate with Boston: white people getting angry about taxes A “Massacre” where only five people died, but a Black guy was the first one … Continue reading [Donna] Summertime, and the Livin’ is [Not] Easy

7 Kinds Of Street Harassment That Need To Stop

Catcalling is not a compliment. There... I said it. Throughout this summer, I've traveled more on my own than I have during any other time of my life... therefore I've received more catcalls than ever before. As a person struggling with body dysmorphia, catcalling is particularly difficult for me because I'm always anxious about my body … Continue reading 7 Kinds Of Street Harassment That Need To Stop