How We Must Respond to Hate Speech

The following was originally printed in The Record   Last week, CSB President Mary Dana Hinton wrote a beautiful piece in response to the hateful signs seen in St. Joseph and St. Cloud. Specifically, the following quote sticks out to me: “I truly believe we are all interconnected, whether it is within or between our campuses … Continue reading How We Must Respond to Hate Speech

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Has Trump’s Presidency Been a Blessing in Disguise?

The presidency of Donald Trump has been a smashing success. Don’t let anyone tell you any differently, don’t pay attention to the approval ratings, and don’t bother following the news; it’s all fake anyway. Donald Trump is unifying America. Last Friday night, Donald Trump made an appearance at a rally in Alabama. At the rally, … Continue reading Has Trump’s Presidency Been a Blessing in Disguise?

Be(com)ing Disabled

Around this time last year, I wrote this piece about disability and its psychological effects. It’s one of my favorite pieces. I got a comment on it a few days ago, so I think it makes sense to share it, once again.

Written Between The Lines

Last week, I wrote about diving; about the value in persevering, inspired by the Olympic performances of Shaunae Miller (2016), and Derek Redmond (1992).

Since then, the Rio Olympics have come to a close, and I’ve gone back to college.

So, instead of writing this from an attic in my Bahamian home, I’m writing this from my dorm room; it’s the first time I’ve written on this website away from home.  While the location has changed, it’s still past midnight as I write this (it likely won’t be when you’re reading this), and loud music is pumping through my headphones.

Several days ago, I came across this New York Times article, entitled “Becoming Disabled.” I let it catch dust in an Opera tab, knowing that I wanted to write about it – as someone with a visual disability – but actually didn’t get around to reading it until…

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The Mirror of Hate

A Light Circle

“What are you?”

I get asked this question all the time, wherever I go. “What are you?” I grew so tired of hearing it that I once answered on a whim: “Guess.” The man who had asked me proceeded to list off all the Asian nationalities he knew of: “Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indonesian, Indian, Mongolian…” It was around the tenth guess, that I nodded. Oddly, he was not satisfied with my answer. To be honest, neither was I. He looked at me incredulously and walked away. I could understand his disappointment, perhaps he was hoping to achieve some sort of confirmation for his painstakingly-built system of racial order. At the very least, he made a good effort to pin me down.

In all honesty, I don’t really know what I am. On paper, I am a two-time immigrant, my husband is also an immigrant and my children are even…

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