by Sohum Pal It may be that we are trapped in some self-parody of university bureaucracy. That seemed the case to me when I opened President Salovey’s email this past Friday, which stated that after reviewing the Report of the Committee to Establish Principles on Renaming, Salovey had appointed yet another committee to reexamine the…
by Tran Dang “You have to worry about yourself first. Don’t worry about anything else,” my mother told me over the phone one evening last November, in response to my attempt to explain the protests that defined the campus. Although my Vietnamese often splinters under the weight of topics with substantial social commentary, my mother…
by Azaria King, Amani Hill, Me’Lena Laudig, Chevonne Parker, Ambre Dromgoole, Gabby Cudjoe Wilkes, and Ikenna Nzewi In attending the Black Panther Party 50th Anniversary conference, we as students from Yale reclaimed part of the Party’s history and a legacy of resilience. Nowadays, we are constantly reminded of how much further we have to go…
Community is just as much identity as faith, labor, and empathy, and the recognition that these pieces are inextricably connected is terrifying. When we draw from our past experiences, we are able to see a pathway towards change for all of us. That includes loving and loving fiercely, and loving not just in times of…
The red is the love of the poor, And the hatred of the rich. The crunches are the voices of the uneducated and the unashamed. The smacking of lips is the joy of being selfish enough to love oneself. The severe smell cuts through The false odors awakening the senses. The powder slowly forges a…