In my Texas suburb, the rodeo girls starkly contrasted my usual peers in class. They wore Miss Me jeans with back pockets so bedazzled and gaudy that they would make scratching noises when they sat down on the bleachers in the arena stands. Joining them, alongside a horse named Doc, helped me survive high school.
I remember sitting in my grandmother’s home in Jamaica, in the sweltering heat, confused as to why George Zimmerman was acquitted after killing Trayvon Martin.
I was twelve.
Since then, countless people have died at the hands of police — their killings preserved on dashcam or bystander video, while many others were never filmed.
It’s no secret that drinking is a huge part of college culture. This is something that is almost global and something I, personally, can attest to. Before coming to Stony Brook, I attended two other universities, one of which was…
President Trump is attempting to lead the nation into the most violent stage it’s been in since 9/11 with regards to the eradication of what he insists on calling, “Islamic extremism.” He is a politician like no other before him.…
It’s easy to buy into America’s mythology, glorify the Constitution’s framers, forgive slavery, justify Manifest Destiny, allow genocide, proclaim emancipation and forget the disenfranchisement of millions. But history without context isn’t history, It’s ignorance. Perspective is key to understanding and…