Know when to speak up. Your friends’ sexist joke isn’t funny and neither is his racist one, so call him out on both.
“Diversity” is beautiful as long as you still mostly look like a white woman who weighs less than an average 12-year-old.
White lives are valued more highly than the lives of young people of color.
The alternative to this is just as simple: listen to us.
While it is certainly understandable why people would want to do away with C.S.A. iconography, it’s nonetheless a fruitless undertaking – if not one devoid of reason.
I have discovered that women’s colleges and HBCUs are in high pursuit of the same objective.
How do you make someone listen when they don’t want to? How do you fix the reality and existence of casual, everyday racism when the white perpetrators refuse to believe/acknowledge they perpetuate discrimination because they’re offended at being labeled a “racist”?
A combination of growing older and being pushed outside of my high school forced me to mature and question my internal racism.
We are all unique individuals. It is preposterous to believe that beings as complex as humans can be classified in such a cookie cutter fashion based on their gender, race, or generation.
I am as Latin as it comes. You hate them yet love me.