Sunday, April 8, 2018 - 4:57pm
Representative Chang

It has come to my attention that Lecturer Emily Lawsin is under review for contract renewal as a Lecturer IV in the women’s studies and American culture departments and that University of Washington Prof. Scott Kurashige has requested to be restored his former position at the University of Michigan. I am writing to you to express my concern about any negative statements that have been made about Profs. Lawsin and Kurashige and to share with you the positive experiences I have had with these community and academic leaders.

Thursday, April 5, 2018 - 4:39pm

Awkward introductions, sunshine, smiles, excitement, energy, move-in day. 

Depression, anxiety, stress, confusion, final exams.


Dear Hannah, and other incoming freshmen,

Tuesday, April 3, 2018 - 3:53pm

Content warning: This article contains themes of physical, emotional abuse

Dear Mom,

Since I last saw you three years ago, I have thought of you every day. I have remembered the warm moments when I felt you loved me and you knew I felt the same. For the past two years since I last spoke to you, I have tried to memorize your voice from memory alone, have tried to learn by heart the screech of your voice when you are angry and the soft whimper when you are sad.

Sunday, April 1, 2018 - 4:56pm

I knew the Pledge of Allegiance before I knew my own parents’ names. In fact, I have a distinct memory of a smug kindergartener testing me, asking what their names were. She snickered when I bashfully replied, “Mommy and Daddy?” I’m sure if it was capable, my tan face would have turned bright red.

Despite my embarrassing lack of knowledge about my family, you could ask me to recite the preamble of the U.S. Constitution and I would chant it verbatim to the tune of a Schoolhouse Rock song.

Sunday, April 1, 2018 - 4:44pm

Báñame en acetona

y píntame trigueña

porque con mi apariencia

parezco todo menos puertorriqueña.


Tengo el cabello lacio

y la piel tan blanca

que no importa cuánto me queme el sol,

se nota en mis entrañas.


No me criaron en el campo

Sunday, April 1, 2018 - 4:41pm
My half-Japanese, half-Irish friend, Maki, and I at Fushimi-Inari Taisha Shrine in Kyoto, Japan. She’s one of my best friends not only in JSA, but at U of M.

This is part three of a series showcasing underrepresented narratives within the Asian/Pacific Islander-American community. Kai Mason is a junior majoring in English on a pre-law track. On campus, she is the president of the University of Michigan Slam Poetry and creative director of ROGUE, a fashion publication working to bring social, economic and environmental consciousness into fashion.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018 - 8:06pm
CSG during Divestment debate 2017

As Arab Heritage Month comes to an end, we at Michigan in Color want to commemorate the community’s accomplishments and stand in solidarity. From Middle East/North Africa boxes to the success of Arab Xpressions, we are in complete admiration of the organizing and coalition building the community did this year. 

Tuesday, March 27, 2018 - 5:42pm

With “American Idol” coming back, I think it’s time we start calling out singing competitions for their insensitivity to different communities and cultures. Now, I love “American Idol.” The show, which spawned superstars like Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood, will always have a special place in my heart because it inspires people from all walks of life to follow their dreams of being superstars. However, not even David Archuleta’s voice or Simon Cowell’s accent can obscure the underlying problems with the show.

Sunday, March 25, 2018 - 7:37pm

This is part two of a series of underrepresented narratives within the Asian/Pacific Islander-American community. Dim Mang is a sophomore majoring in history and political science. On campus, she is involved in Days for Girls, The Roosevelt Institute, pre-law fraternity Phi Alpha Delta, and A/PIA Heritage Month Planning Committee. She can be contacted at


Sunday, March 25, 2018 - 5:51pm
Miri Kim

I confess

I used to resent

This dark-haired, yellow-skinned dream I have.

This Korean dream I am

I carved, starved, punctured

I formed

my own wounded frame with these hands

my ancestors gave I used to strip it all away

Broken chopsticks and grains of sticky rice formed a trail

behind me as I picked each kernel off one by one

little by little to erase the very thing I was