How much longer?

In a matter of 10 days, there were three high profile attacks on Indians in the United States. The media stayed largely silent immediately following the attacks. And when the silence was broken, things was speculative— “a potential hate crime,” the newspapers read, “for an unknown cause,” said another. How? Did it just happen that…

Heartbreak.

Today, we woke up to overcast skies and rain after a week of straight sunshine. It’s as if the world knew that something was wrong and was mourning with us. Last night, we lost a member of our collegiate community: a sweet friend, an aspiring academic, a loving proctor for Atwood, and a shining light in…

Thank you, President Obama.

On the final night of the Obama administration, there seems to be a lack of oxygen in the air- I certainly know I’m holding my breath. And I probably won’t let it go for another four years. Between my classes today, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time looking through the Obama family photo albums…

Youth Outreach with the Kaua’i Adheenam

My parents and I are spending the first two weeks of 2017 in Kaua’i, Hawai’i. A large part of my identity which is masked in my daily life is visible here—my Hindu identity, that is. Each time my family returns to the island, it’s a pilgrimage of sorts. The Kaua’i Adheenam, or the Kaua’i Hindu Monastery,…

The Problem with P(o)C Culture

I swear President Obama knows me a little too well for not knowing me at all—I’ve spent the last week fuming over the current state of P(o)C culture, and to my surprise, I came across this article which mirrored my own sentiments. I spoke with a classmate a couple weeks ago, which fueled much of…

My President Was Black

I think the hardest part of this impending Trump presidency is that we grew up in a hopeful and somewhat coddled America. Most of our generation has only ever known a Black president, and not many of us were aware of the deeper truths of his Presidency. For us, it was a race barrier broken,…

The Year in Photos (and words)

The New York Times, TIME, Facebook….everyone seems to do this at the end of each year, so I thought I’d take a stab at my year in pictures. So, let’s get to it. Sophomore spring was the hardest semester, well, ever– I made some terrible scheduling decisions which meant I was taking two lab intensive classes…

A Growing Divide

I took a class called Economics of Gender, Family, and Work this semester which had a large impact on my view of federal policy and the policy making process. My understanding of welfare policy has never been so clear, and what I really learned is that the system we’ve instated to help the poor instead actively works…