Wow, how time flies. It seems like just yesterday I was a first-year entering The Daily for my first mass meeting. I didn’t start as an Michigan in Color writer; in fact, when I first heard of MiC, I wasn’t sure I was even included in the category Person of Color. However, following a series of accidents, I found myself at the MiC desk, I’ve never looked back. As a member of the MiC team, I’ve had the privilege to bear witness to the impact power sharing narratives has on an individual and a community. From writers who say MiC was the first time they felt their story was validated, to community members listening and learning, I know the importance of this section. Stories matter. Representation matters.
As I enter my final year with MiC, I feel a sense of bittersweet accomplishment. I’ve seen MiC evolve from a radical column to an established section and the growing pains that come with it. In the same way, I’ve seen the way I’ve grown. Before MiC, I was confused about my purpose on this campus. Every other organization and community I tried to join just didn’t feel like home. With MiC, I found my voice was heard and my actions were recieved. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the opportunities I’ve had here.
I want to thank the mentors and community I found while at MiC. To the amazing women of color founders whom I never met, your courage is an inspiration — look at everything that has happened because of you. To Toni and Demario, you two will forever remain my social justice icons; I continue to aspire to the passion and care you two showcased in every interaction. Last, but not least, to Sivanthy, Adam, Christian, Halimat, Jason, Tanya, Areeba and Neel: thank you so much for the love and support over the past year. Long nights were easy because of you all.
To one more year of laughter, passion and strength. I’m so grateful to carry on this tradition.