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.

Chères personnes blanches, voici que nous attendons de vous

Je ne veux pas que vous prouviez que vous « n’êtes pas raciste ». Je veux que vous sachiez que vous êtes le produit d’un régime raciste efficace qui a capitalisé sur l’oppression et la suppression noire durant des siècles. Je veux que vous réalisiez qu’être raciste est plus Américain que la tarte aux pommes.

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