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…
by Sohum Pal In the spring of my senior year of high school, I received an invitation to join the Directed Studies program for my freshman year at Yale. I declined immediately—not because I thought I couldn’t complete the workload or maintain a healthy social life, but because I see the program as a violent…
by Gregory Ng I love Asian America. It is where I learned that I could belong in America after coming from Singapore. It is where I learned about the resilience of immigrants and the children of immigrants, making their way in a country that did not want them. It is where I can look at…
by Alina Yaman I feel heavy these days. I feel paralyzed. Half a centimeter beneath the surface – that’s where I lie. The me of feeling, the me of soul, the me of action – I sit, half a centimeter beneath the surface. I swell with heavy and tragic and despair, I swell with love…