I’ll keep fighting.
The fight for social justice is exhausting and our opponents are cruelly relentless. To be a part of this is to slog endlessly uphill, muddy to the neck and sunburnt above it. Every day, it’s easier to give up and accept our lot than to rally on. Yet we must be willing to plant trees whose shade we may never enjoy.
Women in the Sciences, 2018
Not My President Providence March
The day after the election in 2019, there were “Not My President” marches and rallies in every major city across the country. I attended one of these rallies in Providence. It ended fairly quickly after I arrived, and people started milling about and slowly leaving. Unsatisfied, a couple of my friends and I decided to take our protest to the streets, even though we hadn’t been a part of planning this rally and were just some random students attending it. The march we started eventually grew much larger than the original rally, attracting people from all over the city as we walked by, forcing streets closed and continuing into the night hours after I’d left.
Social Commentary Art
Response to Langston Hughes’s Let America Be America Again
Unjust class immobility, capitalism and slavery are different aspects of the same dark arm that has shaped American history.
What will be our children’s legacy?
This piece compares how, in this country, we treat our children differently as they grow up. Caucasian kids are given an extra boost in the form of legacy admissions which is a priviledge out of reach for many African American students whose parents didn’t have access to the same schools as white people until fairly recently. This gift is darkly mirrored by the fact that growing up, people of color are saddled with the extra burden of a racist justice system.