Danyel Tharakan

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.

Harnoor Singh

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.

Samuel So

6 years ago, I moved from a predominantly Cantonese/Han Chinese descent environment in Hong Kong to a middle class suburb in Michigan.

Ana Maria Sanchez-Castillo

There were a lot of things I didn't understand about what it meant to be Latina, especially growing up in a community that was less than one percent non-white.

Maya Mokh

I wrote my first piece in The Michigan Daily last year, discussing the hopes I had for myself and for Michigan in Color as a section.

Carly Ryan

Making a newspaper every night is really hard. Coupled with the pressure of upholding “128 years of editorial freedom” and a full load of classes, many nights making a newspaper seems like a miracle.

Na'kia Channey

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.

Alpha Phi Alpha, Inc. brothers

December 4th, 1906: Founder’s Day for the first Black Greek Organization in the world at Cornell University, which began as a result of seven men rallying against racism and segregation in academic institutions and beyond.

Cherry Tan quote

When registration for fall classes opened, I eagerly signed up for a course on Asia as it was something I was keen in exploring, given that I was an Asian student here at the University of Michigan on my study abroad.

“In the Mood for Love” (2001)

“He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”

—— Wong Kar-Wai “In the Mood for Love” (2001)