by Alejandra Padín-Dujon This speech was given at the renaming ceremony for the college formerly known as Calhoun on April 29, 2016. This is the part of any Yale event where we would usually thank our donors. We’d thank the people whose sacrifice and generosity have given us the bittersweet privilege of studying at this university—of…
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 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….
by Alex Zhang This is for the senior who will not have a college named after her: who feels the ghosts of slaveowner’s past yanking a rose stem out of her throat, who slit her tongue and watched the blood spill in October — how it flowed into the palms of a thousand newspapers, how…