By Anna Gibson

I think everyone remembered where they were when 9/11 happened. I was in 6th grade in a classroom watching the look on my teacher’s face as she looked at the tube TV hanging from the ceiling. Then, all of a sudden, the cars came. The school was supposed to be on lockdown, but children were being pulled out of class left and right. No one could believe what was happening. Eventually, that fear turned into anger.

by Brittany Dawson

by Porscha Coleman


For much of the last 72 hours, the news cycle has been dominated by stories about the protests and uprisings in Baltimore. As a result of the surge in news coverage and opinion on social media, there has been a flood of white and non-black people of color entering the conversation. Some of those entering the conversation may be genuinely interested in engaging in dialogue, but have no idea how to address the issues of police brutality, race, or what they are seeing happening in Baltimore.

Finding happiness at twenty-two as a queer, mixed race woman of color has been nothing short of a two-decade struggle. Growing up in a household with a white mother and an emotionally unstable black father – who mastered the art of invisibility quite swiftly upon brining me into the world – created a unique set of insecurities.