A week ago, the Native American community at Yale found its humanity challenged, again. The Party of the Right encouraged its members, guests, and “what remains of Civilization” to attend its debate on the topic “Resolved: Reform the Savages”. The whip sheet for the debate features quotes championing the notion of “the White Man’s burden”…
In a small office whose disproportionately large windows overlook the parking lot of Yale Health, a soft-spoken therapist tells me, “The nature of the semester…it creates cycles. The break between semesters can wipe away or heal the damages of the semester beforehand. Of course, that also means we are forced to let the good go…
Como un polvorón crujiente, un mazapán recién abierto Los edificios de la ciudad se derrumbaron Convertidos en un polvo cruel Las calles se llenaron de personas preocupadas, Ciudadanos confundidos, tal vez derrotados Tan sólo lo pude ver en las noticias Con seres queridos, yo no pude estar Gracias a dios, la mia esta bien,…
Author and activist Sandra Cisneros kicked off the Latinx Heritage Month at Yale on September 15th. The kick-off was in the Yale Law School Auditorium and co-sponsored by the Yale Center for the Study of Race, Indigeneity, and Transnational Migration. Cisneros, who authored The House on Mango Street and is the recipient of both the…
I have struggled for nearly three years with Wallace Stevens’ “Sunday Morning.” Since having sex with another man for the first time last weekend, it’s felt yet more pressing to understand this poem. Ostensibly, there is no connection between sex and Stevens’ poem about losing faith. Perhaps a more fitting poem to commemorate the…