Oppression is a beast with many faces

In engaging in the I begin by acknowledging that I’m not Asian. I’m not an Asian woman. My anti-gun activism experience is minimal. I’ve never done sex work in any shape or form. While my people aren’t currently bleeding in the wake of the Atlanta Massage Parlor Shooting, we aren’t immune to the hate and ignorance that engendered this violence. No one is. The oppression hasn’t shifted. It’s revealed another head.

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