University of Michigan faculty, graduate student instructors, research assistants and staff:
I spent time listening to you.
I heard you multiple times.
I joined Young Americans for Freedom as a freshman, and attended meetings despite the adverse effect it took on my mental health.
November is Puerto Rican Heritage Month, a time to acknowledge the past, act in the present and hope for the future. In the aftermath of Hurricane Maria, we have been wrestling with feelings of guilt, despair and anger.
I am Palestinian.
Yeah — that’s better
It’s more than just a word
I am the olive trees that flourish in Palestinian soil
From the moment I arrived on campus as a freshman, Students Allied for Freedom and Equality has been the closest thing to a community that I've had here.
“That baby is so white,” a stranger said aloud at the grocery store, alarmed at the sight of a dark Southeast Asian man carrying a pale baby girl. It was 1998, potentially 1999. I wish I had my own recollection of that day, but the “white baby” was me.
When people learn that I am half-Chinese the reaction is like watching someone figure out that math problem they had been stuck on: some mixture of a new revelation and old knowledge that they finally combined. It’s as if my race is some ambiguous thing to be discovered.
Making Filipino food is to retell a story of my culture — complex, humbling and personal.
Four years ago, I had assumed that my parents were complete animal enthusiasts. They came home every night after long shifts at our restaurant seemingly eager to turn on Animal Planet. My mom would call me over to watch, giggling at the frenzied yet astute organization of meerkat manors.