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We Are Precious


Even if you didn’t grow up in a religious household, surely you’ve heard the song with the lyrics “red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight.” Even if you are not religious, surely you can understand the importance of these lyrics to Americans at the time. Today, two NYPD officers were gunned … Continue reading

Ferguson

Ferguson


For the most part, I’ve been keeping my opinions of the events in Ferguson to myself. I wasn’t on the jury, I was not present when Michael Brown was killed, and I’m not here to cast judgement on something I have no proof of. However, in the days following the shooting, something has been weighing … Continue reading

The changing face of rape


Today, in my office, I over heard two men talking about how rape has changed. One of them made the comment that rape doesn’t happen the same way that it did fifty years ago, and now we have to be suspicious of rape allegations. I held my tongue, of course, and went back to what … Continue reading

Fraternity suspended for racist MLK party


I can’t process this much stupid in one sitting. Summary: A bunch of white kids (like the whitest white kids ever) from Arizona State’s chapter of Tau Kappa Epsilon dressed up like this and posted pictures to Instagram. No one from the local chapter would speak to news reporters, but Patrick Cleason, TKE’s national organization direction,  did … Continue reading

Always Remember


This morning, on Facebook, I see a fourteen year old child post a status saying “here we go again w the stupid sept 11 statuses. it was 12 yrs ago, get over it.” This is so incredibly sad to me that I feel the need to blog about it. Of course, this boy was a … Continue reading

Josephine Baker

Josephine Baker


  I realize that I slacked off towards the end of March for National Women’s History Month. School is brutal. Since March is coming to a close, I thought that I would do one last post. Josephine Baker was an American-born French dancer, singer, and actress. She became a citizen of France in 1937 and was fluent in both … Continue reading

To Live as I Dance


Dance when you’re broken open. Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free. Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her, like a wave that crests into foam at the very top, Begins. Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine, or the … Continue reading