The founding women of the Washing Society are dancing, laughing, and singing. A folk song streams through the theatre like fingers smoothing down hair. You cannot see their faces, but they are smiling. Their bodies move like shadows and they begin to clap their feet in unison. The stage lights radiate the warmth of their…
Rusty Waters
He drums his calloused fingers on a tattered steering wheel Kenny Chensey sings about his lover stepping off a cloud The devil is beating his wife real bad today Sometimes he beats her for a hot minute but other times he drags it out til her eyes weep blood She must’ve really pissed him off…
Let’s Talk: New Haven Reproductive Justice and the Fight to Normalize Healthy Black Birth
When Dr. Khiara Bridges, revered lawyer and anthropologist, rose to the podium at the Yale School of Public Health on September 17th for “Pathologizing Black Birth”, she held her head high and told the story of Rhonda. Rhonda, a mother of four, had just finished settling a lawsuit filed seven years earlier with the…
Why Race Still Matters // a reflection on Dr. Cornel West
I often contemplate what history books will say about the time we live in now. Neo-Nazis marching freely through the streets, gun control such a controversial topic even as mass shootings become the norm, a global lack of empathy as wars rage with children as the casualties. It’s hard to fathom that events like these…
Oregonian Music
It’s no secret that my life has not been the easy this year. Between the existential shadow that Sophomore year casts on me, the paralyzing fear that sinks in whenever I’m reminded about my old man’s legal status (or lack thereof), my mental health has not been where I’ve needed her to be. I’ve been…