by Yuni Chang This poem was performed at the Calhoun Renaming Ceremony on April 29, 2016 adjusted in response to the decisions made on wednesday: we need to talk. we both know the lingo to loosen the strings attached, that regardless of its gift wrapping i’m still presenting you with severed limbs, and this is…
by Ana Barros To the Op-Eds I will read in the morning: I know there’s very little I can say that will make you understand. There are not enough tears, not enough poems, not enough instruments in the world to speak the language of my stomach on nights like this one. How do you describe…
by J. Ery Díaz “Listen, dear, I realize that you’ve been hurt deeply because I have been there,” drawls Aretha Franklin at the start of “A Rose Is Still a Rose.” The titular track in her 1998 album, released through Arista after a long hiatus, is a tremendously slick piece of R&B—Franklin’s showstopping vocal potency, enhanced…
by Erika Hairston with contributions from Yonas Takele Native land and bodies, Black bodies, Latinx bodies, and Asian bodies have built the foundations of Yale’s campus. The greatest donation our forefathers and foremothers have given this place is their blood, sweat, and tears. The toll of these sacrifices is simply too high to count. I consider…
by Micah Jones I call November 5th, 2015 “Dark Thursday.” I remember standing on Cross Campus with friends who have become family talking to Dean Holloway with tears and raindrops running in intermingling rivets down our faces. We told him that we needed more from him, from President Salovey, from this university, from our peers….