Taken for Pop-Up Photo Survey: What is your favorite Asian food? by Uncover A/PIA at A/PIA Heritage Month Kickoff event

Asian/Pacific Islander American Heritage Month celebrations have begun, and while I am actively taking part in celebrating A/PIA history, I have also taken time to reflect on my engagement with the A/PIA community on campus.

Flyer for Indonesian Cultural Night 2018

My family’s background has always been confusing to me. When people ask about my background, I usually say I’m Chinese and Thai, but the truth is a little more complex. My grandparents are from all around Southeast Asia.

BBUM: Our history

“It is hard adjusting here because there are so many people who do not look like me, and the first thing people do is judge me by my appearance, my skin color.

Jason at the Contemplative Court

My trip to the National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington, D.C. was a poignant one. The visit started with an elevator ride down to the building’s lowest level. “1968” … “1954” … “1948” … “1865” — the years on the wall counted down as the elevator descended.

The Capitol Building

During this past Spring Break, several Michigan in Color editors were given the opportunity to travel to Washington, D.C. to discover forgotten histories in our nation’s capital.

Halimat Olaniyan

If my experiences during college have taught me anything, it is that writing is a powerful means of expression. Somehow, even when I don’t know what to say, I always have something to write. Last semester, and this one, was really rough for me health-wise.

The National Museum of African American History and Culture

As a Muslim in the United States, it wasn’t unusual for me to feel like I didn’t belong here. As if I was taking up space that wasn’t mine to occupy. I’ve spent too much of my life trying to convince people that I’m American enough, while at the same time almost doubting it myself.

The author taking a picture of Barack Obama's portrait

I’m about as far from a fine arts critic as one can get. I don’t consume art and I definitely don’t study art. Whenever I go to art museums, I usually spend more time on the benches than looking at the art.

The author standing in front of the Journalists Memorial

As a fourth grader, my afternoon routine was simple. After getting off the bus, I’d make myself some microwavable macaroni & cheese and settle in with a copy of The Detroit Free Press.