At the beginning of each of my semesters at Michigan, I’ve consistently felt the same uncomfortable cacophony of emotions. On one hand, I’m thoroughly bored by the end of break and am pining for the semester to start.
I am mixed-race; my mom is white and Jewish and my dad is south Indian. I have been confused for Mexican, Dominican, Salvadoran, Ethiopian, Arab, and many other ethnicities by white people and other people of color, alike.
Growing up I always heard stories of how Punjab was the land of rebels. The greatest of these rebels were the Khalsa: a group of people loyal to no worldly power, a clan that overthrew regimes only to give the power back to the people.
When I joined Michigan in Color as a Senior Editor, I didn’t know that I would find a home. I have found some of my closest friends, change agents, and accountability partners in this platform. Over time, I have learned that we are more than a newspaper.