Campuses across the nation have been roiled by the question of changing history, or the desire to reconcile modern morality with the darker points of an academic institution’s history.
What if I never got into the habit of carrying around a reusable water bottle because my mother liked the ease and aesthetic of red Solo cups?
More often than not, though, the question is asked by someone carelessly inquiring about your future on the off-chance that they’ll be interested.
At Michigan in Color, we pride ourselves on being a section by and for people of color, dedicating ourselves to producing inclusive content from all marginalized identities.
This season of New York Fashion Week, I was lucky enough to assist the production team at an anonymous (shh!) designer label in a two-day, get-shit-done conquest leading up to their fall winter 2017 show. Here’s how it went down, in real time.
There is no mosque or designated prayer room. A reminder must be sent out each week specifying when and where to meet on Fridays so that the prayers can be held. Efforts have been made, I’m told, to secure a stable location, but to no avail.
Last Sunday, my friends dropped me off at a Wal-Mart in Saline and said, “See you in 12 hours,” which is a strange thing to say, but in this case, it was exactly the right thing to say — I was going to be at Wal-Mart for 12 hours.
Driving back from the beach, from my cousins’ house, from soccer games and swim meets, I always knew where I was. The familiarity of the Pennsylvania woods, the highway signs of 95 and Route 1, and the Eagles stickers on the backs of cars reminded me I was never far from home.