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In light of events still unwinding tonight

In light of events still unwinding tonight

In light of events still unwinding tonight, I'd like to tell a story. More likely than not, most of you are aware I'm gay. It's hard not to be, I shout about it every other day. The future doesn't look as bright as I hoped it might for LGBTQ people in this country after tonight. Since the age of thirteen to just less than a year ago, I thought about killing myself once a day. That's once a day for eight years. I knew I was gay, I hated myself for it, and I was afraid that there wasn't a place for me in this country and this world because I was gay. Because of decisions and attitudes and actions that led to today's political climate, for millions of LGBTQ people, especially young, confused and scared kids, that thought I once had is now a reality. The only thing I can tell myself that even attempts to ease the pain is this - I am going to fight SO hard these next years - for me, for you, for ALL of us. Crossing this road may be lengthy and full of hurt, but I'll see you on the other side.

~Adrianna Redhair

自从来到香港

自从来到香港

自从来到香港,这里的政治事件就没有停止过:从去年夏天立法会议员选举造势,到两位当选的本土议员因就职宣誓提及港独而被取消议员资格,再到近日占中运动中涉嫌殴打抗议者的七警被起诉,香港的政治环境愈加复杂,政治生态也让人一言难尽。而我对政治的态度也发生了很大变化。不同于四年前来香港交换时,我密切关注了香港政治动态半年;不同于我在美国求学时,做了香港占中运动的研究,现在在香港求学的我常常对政治话题避而远之。虽然我的专业是传播学,但课堂上大家都小心翼翼地避开香港时政这个雷区,只谈论香港之外的政治议题,如川普当选。课下更是不会交流个人的政治身份和态度。所以每次看到政治新闻,总有一种"我一定生活在另一个香港"的感觉。这个"不议政"的学术环境虽然维护了背景不同学生间的"和谐",但其实也让两地青年丧失了互相真正理解的机会。

~ Grace

My friend and I went to the woman's march

My friend and I went to the woman's march

My friend and I went to the woman's march and we kept bumping into families on the way there, while holding our signs. many other families were carrying signs as well, and would make sure to say hello to my friend and I, and allow their children to talk to us as well-- it was clear that parents as well as us felt as though we were a major part of history. later in the day, we met up with other friends of ours, as well as one of their mothers and sisters and it felt very cyclical. this is a fight that has been fought before-- and won. and I think we can win this one.

~Mackenzie Harte

In the wake of the presidential election

In the wake of the presidential election

In the wake of the presidential election, it has become clear that more and more people are getting involved with activism, many presumably for the first time. This is exciting, because there is a whole host of people who are ready to voice their opinions. They haven't been worn down yet by years of tireless and thankless work, roadblocks, red tape, ridicule, threats, and failures. They have energy and passion. Of course, conversely, they often lack activism experience and nuance. And, more importantly, it took them this long to step up. It took the threat, and ultimately the reality, of an openly racist, sexist, xenophobic, transphobic, childish, power-hungry, unqualified (need I go on?) President. People who were privileged enough to not feel the need to take action before, and are joining a movement that was built on generations of sacrifice and arduous work, often on the backs of our most marginalized and oppressed peers. I worry that the newcomers may be unprepared for how exhausting, how slow, how complicated, achieving social change will be. And in thinking about them, I can't help but think about my social justice inspirations - my friends at the Hartford Catholic Worker. The Hartford Catholic Worker is a community based in the North End of Hartford, Connecticut. Its founding members have been living and working in the neighborhood for over twenty years, and have been joined for periods of time by other live-in community members, like myself. Their extended community consists of college students, high-school volunteers, suburban families, priests, family members, active citizens, and more. Their ministries have included tutoring and mentoring programs, food and furniture pantries, international and domestic solidarity actions, taking in children and young adults, holding vigils against nuclear warfare, and educating surrounding communities on social justice issues, just to name a few. They believe that forming lasting relationships with people around you is key to inspiring lasting change. They are a group of people who see injustice next-door and halfway across the world, and constantly strive to take steps to do what they can to help. Their story and their approach is one that is inspiring, and yet admittedly unrealistic to demand from most people. Not everyone can, needs to, is called to, or should, make social justice their full time vocation. But, everyone can and should do something. I believe we can all learn from how Catholic Workers in general take their values seriously, and take action instead of leaving the hard work to someone else. The Hartford Catholic Worker has taught me that while voting, marching, and online activism have their place, they are not the be-all and end-all of social justice. The real work comes from holding conversations with people who don't want to hear your message. From seeing yourself in the face of every human being, and then acting accordingly. From committing to your values so deeply that you are willing to face personal and social repercussions for standing up for what is just. From seeing the intersections among groups and movements in your own city, in your country, and on a global scale. From realizing that silence and passivity are forms of violence and oppression. From making activism a way of being, instead of a one-time thing. From recognizing that social justice can be a part of our art, our relationships, our child-rearing, our schools, our business, our religions, and our daily choices. Seek out the injustices around you - trust me, they are there. Take concrete steps to create a radically loving community, and to inspire others to do the same. Share the stories of those who came before you. Only then, can the revolution be lasting and fulfilling.

~Christina Napolitano

The story I most want to tell is probably a story I don't know yet

The story I most want to tell is probably a story I don't know yet

I think right now the story I most want to tell is probably a story I don't know yet. To me, right now, people who are most in danger from the "events of the past few months" should have a platform to tell their stories and experiences (if they were to feel so compelled). I think those most targeted by these events are the stories I want to prioritize, hear, and have a platform for in this moment in time (and i recognize the problem of me using the word "hear" or "prioritize" because i do not have that authority nor should i). Whether it be LGBTQ+ folks, people of color, immigrants, survivors, people without educational privilege, people without financial privilege, the intersection of so many of these, and so on, I think people who are being targeted by the current administration and climate are the people whose stories deserve to be told right now (and always have deserved to be told). I know this comes from a place of privilege to even think I should be allowed to designate or say whose story "I" want to tell right now. Because I don't think a story I can tell at this moment is the most important (or the one I want to prioritize right now). Story telling (in my mind) is for the purpose of preservation and recognizing the truth and lived experience of another person - which makes sense as to why I think people most marginalized currently, their stories are the most important to prioritize and "tell" (and i don't mean preservation in a museum, voyeuristic, manner of preserving something for audiences to later consume - i just mean preserving for the sake of recognizing and validating in and of itself as something worth preserving). also i think poetry is becoming increasingly significant in this climate because it is storytelling that looks different every time and is flexible in what it allows.

~Kyndal

I'm not sure I have a specific story

I'm not sure I have a specific story

I'm not sure I have a specific story relating to the past few months I can't express. I've been able to reason everything out logically. Those opposed to Donald Trump have thrown nearly everything at him -- raw vulgarities (not that these are helpful), reporting on his character and questionable business practices, and well-reasoned commentaries. His own actions should lead to his own downfall. Each day seems like it should be the last straw. On a cerebral level, it is hard to believe that his support has not totally collapsed. Since before the election, I had felt that Democrats and others against Trump were preaching to the choir and not really speaking to his supporters. Rather helping Trump supporters feel they were being offered hope and solutions, the Democrats relied on the admonition "Don't vote for this flawed person and failed businessman." At some point, people should have realized their strategy was not effective. This lack of insight toward this failed strategy is interesting because part of the Democrats' support for immigrants and refugees is to empathize with them. While the benefits of the Affordable Care Act were touted, there was little admission about how expensive it was for people. For all the talk about looking out for all Americans, there didn't seem to be much assurances for those who feel threatened by a global economy. The Democrats have been tried to figure out why they lost the election, but their introspection doesn't seem to have yet produced a message that appeals to the people with whom they need to connect.

~Anonymous

Since the election of Donald Trump

Since the election of Donald Trump

Since the election of Donald Trump, the country has been more divided than ever, but it's fascinating how this division has sparked unity among others to join together and speak out about what really matters to them. I am not normally one to go out and protest about something, but after seeing the response for the Women's March, I really wish that I had participated. I don't regret not participating because I had FOMO or wish that I could've used the opportunity for an Instagram, but rather because I am more scared than ever that our country is regressing in so many ways, especially in regard to women's rights. It's terrifying that a bunch of men in the white house are sitting around big, fancy table deciding the future of MY health. Do they have to worry about becoming pregnant? No. So, why are they making all of the decisions? The incredible response around the country at the Women's March was a direct rejection of the regression that is upon us and I wish that I could have participated in that. Our country has come so far in regard to civil liberties and it's a shame that all of it looks like a big question mark at the moment because no one knows what's coming next. It's bad enough that women have to fight for equal pay and respect in the workforce, and now we have to fight being told what we can and cannot do with our bodies.

~Daniela Spencer

I want our nation to continue to welcome, but wisely

I want our nation to continue to welcome, but wisely

During the course of our marriage, my wife and I have had close to 30 people live with us at various times in our home as guests. We see hospitality as a gift that we can offer to others. In 2002 we purchased a home with extra room for the express purpose of having two to four university students live with us in an intentional Christian discipleship community. This idea never came together, but with the added space, other people continued to live with us. In the spring of 2004 a friend contacted me about a co-worker who had an urgent housing need. I will call his co-worker "John." We met. He had his idiosyncrasies - he described himself as a poster child for ADHD. John gave me the name of a reference in his home state that by and large vouched for him. I decided to allow John to live with us in a room off of our carport, a room John was glad to call his. He stayed through the summer and into the fall. He was laid off his job, but picked up odd jobs detailing vehicles. He enrolled in a local community college with the goal of pursuing a nursing degree. Over time it became apparent that John was dealing with more than ADHD - that he had some type of mental health problems. Being untrained, however, it was difficult for me to put my finger on what wasn't right. During this period of time we also had another person staying with us as well - "Sally." Conflict between John and Sally developed and in January 2005, I asked John to move out within the next 30 days. He refused. He became verbally belligerent insisting that Sally move out and not he. He started regularly drinking in excess. Sally temporarily moved out. Because he had lived with us for several months in exchange for some occasional work, the police could not remove him from the property as a trespasser. The police advised that he could not be placed on a mental hold unless he was a danger to himself or others. I gave him a 30 day written notice to move out. In mid-February he became so belligerent that my wife and children moved out of the house and my brother-in-law and nephew moved in the house to secure it while I was at work. One night, John went on a rampage and began destroying his own property in our drive way. Another night he had a panic attack and the police and paramedics were called around midnight. He was hospitalized, but released early the next morning and returned to the house. Finally, John agreed to move out. The month long ordeal was finally over. The next day my wife and children moved back home. Two days later, after the children had gone to school, and I was preparing to leave for work, John drove up and asked to get some belongings he had left behind in his room. I unlocked the room and went back into the house to finish getting dressed. There was a commotion in the hall. John was attacking my wife with a baseball bat hitting her on her head and shoulders. I wrestled him into our children's room yelling for my wife to call the police. John and I disengaged. He walked out of the room. I thought we had reached a truce of sorts. As I walked into the living room I saw him again attacking my wife on the back porch. He was attempting to strike her with a splitting maul and she was grabbing the maul handle close to the head. I tackled him again and we rolled out into the back yard. Again we disengaged and I ran away into street finding my wife. The police came. We were taken to the hospital. My wife, covered in blood, had lacerations to her scalp and chest and a contusion on her back, but no permanent injuries. At the hospital we learned that John had set fire to our home. These events occurred almost 12 years ago, but they are still tender wounds. It was a time of upheaval in our home. The events connected with the election of Mr. Trump point to a time of upheaval in our nation as well. This upheaval has many strands, but one is the balance between being welcoming and being wise. How can we as a nation be a welcoming nation? But in our welcoming, what does it mean to be wise? At the time I invited John to stay with us I thought I was being wise. In hindsight I see that my "vetting" process was very inadequate. We need to make sure our refugee vetting procedures are up to snuff. John, as subsequent court proceedings established, had significant mental health issues - issues not appropriately addressed in a family's home. How do we best help the refugee and the immigrant? Is the uprooting from one hemisphere to another with significantly different cultures, the best solution for the refugee? Once the welcome had been extended to John, it was difficult to end his stay. This reality underscores the need to make good decisions upfront. With the passage of time, my wife and I started having people stay with us again, but much more selectively. At first only family members, but then people referred by friends who knew us well. I want to continue to welcome ---but wisely. I want our nation to continue to welcome, but wisely.

~Michael Duggan

Political correctness has gone too far

Political correctness has gone too far

Political correctness has gone too far and is unobtainable due to the fact that it is subjective and what one person may find offensive another finds totally acceptable.  While the original intent may have been a good concept (to encourage tact and sensitivity to others feelings regarding, race, gender, religion, etc.) it has resulted in a population of emotionally fragile individuals that have never learned to accept dissenting viewpoints.

The pursuit of political correctness is crippling our ability to communicate freely and grow as individuals. It is hindering our ability to interact and get to know those that are different from us and embrace our differences.. Young adults feel persecuted if someone says something they disagree with.  Managers, such myself are fearful of giving critical feedback to subordinates of a different race, which is vital for job growth, for fear of being perceived as a racist. 

The pursuit of political correctness is undermining the freedom of living in a free society. The world is not perfect where everything we see and hear is controlled and it never will be. You will be offended in life and it is not acceptable to think you are entitled to a safe space to recuperate.  

My point is that political correctness has become a bigger problem than the problem it was intended to fix.  If we must self-censor any conversation pertaining to race, gender, religion and sexual orientation in an effort to protect everyone’s feelings, we perpetuate the very barriers we want to overcome.  In order to progress as a free society, we must be exposed to different perspectives, viewpoints, feelings and life experiences.

~Anonymous

I was born in December

I was born in December

I was born in December. So in 2008 when I turned 18 I missed the presidential election by a month. I think the experience made voting very important to me. When I went to vote in this last election It felt more important than ever before. I didn't really support either candidate, but one felt so much more dangerous to me than the other. I went early before work to cast my ballot. I waited all day to see which candidate would win. I watched a map all night to see the states turn red or blue. Every time calculating how many states were left, and how many my candidate needed to win. I feel like I started holding my breath that night. I still haven't been able to exhale.

~ Nick Rouke

The morning after the election

The morning after the election

The morning after the election was surreal for me- Guys dressed up in suits with 'Make America Great Again' hats like Trump had won the Super Bowl or something. I still can't believe the way people on campus behaved. Classmates. People I knew. People who I know don't know much about politics either. I didn't stay up to watch the coverage of the ballot counting, but I heard the cheering early in the morning.

Nobody should be that happy that they put a jackass in charge of our country. That they gave him nuke codes. I thought a Trump presidency would have terrible consequences for a lot of people; that's what every speech he's made is about. It's not something to celebrate. It's weird-I didn't really care about politics before this election, but I know that it shouldn't be a spectacle. Everything Trump does has real repercussions. I'm so frustrated-the guy is a giant idiot.

~Anonymous

Peggy McIntosh wrote that

Peggy McIntosh wrote that

Peggy McIntosh wrote that privilege meant the ability to decide what causes you fight for and what voices you listen to. For example, a white person in America has the option of whether or not they want to support racial equality while the matter is not nearly as much of a choice for a person who is not white. While everybody should support racial equality, a white person's opportunities and quality of life is not at stake, their basic rights and proper treatment is not at the center of the battle for racial equality. This is privilege, being given a choice as to who and what you want to support because you want to, not because your basic humanity is at stake.
In regards to the events of the last couple of months, the point that I keep coming back to is the juxtaposition between those whose rights have recently been greatly threatened and those who have not been put in such a position. My parents, two white middle aged people with savings and stable jobs, can watch the news and frown upon political protests. They can spin the recent election by saying that a president who was not a politician could be good for America. My parents can say that people protesting the recent election need to accept that Trump won and move on, that that these people are being whiny and immature. I have butt heads with my parents on a lot of issues recently in our country and I know that I am not the only person my age to experience this. I have given up arguing against their view because they simply do not see the gravity of what has been going on. To draw on McIntosh, my parents have the privilege of not being put in such dire a situation over recent events.
I have friends who are not white middle aged people with savings and who do not have jobs that are as stable as my parents. These people do not have the ability to be so far removed from the recent upheaval in our country. My friends who are not white are worried, my friends who are not straight are worried, many people my age are worried, my female friends and I are worried, my fellow special education teachers are worried. Many people who live in this country have just been sent the message that their rights can be threatened because of something as fundamental as their race, their gender, or their sexuality.
In response to the notion that Trump hasn't been in office for that long or that some of the things that he supposedly said can be attributed to the media, more damage than people who fail to recognize the problem can see has been done. In his SNL monologue, Aziz Ansari spoke about all of the people who voted for Trump, people who feel that they no longer have to hide their prejudices in today's America. The "KKK with a lowercase k", so to speak, refers to the notion that people with bigoted, biased views now feel affirmed and supported in their beliefs.
On a more personal note, I work with special education students. Many of my students are on the autism spectrum and a main worry of mine is about them, about the future of IDEA and other provisions in place for them, about propter treatment for them.
In my Educating Linguistically and Culturally Diverse Students class we watched a documentary on Latin American immigrants and the reasons that they came to this country. The documentary highlighted that fact that, in many Latin American countries, the United States' actions led to upheaval that caused people to flee to America. Many of the people in the documentary said that they came to the United States illegally but that this was not a choice of theirs. These people did not want to leave their homes and their families but the United States' involvement in their countries had led to such violence and instability that they did not have a choice. These people are some of the people threatened by the current events in our country.
I am not well versed in politics and I do not keep up enough with current events but I know enough to know that what has been going on in our country is not okay. The story that I keep coming back to is the gaping divide between those who have the privilege to look down upon people who are fighting for their basic rights or the rights of others and those who suddenly feel unsafe, unwanted, and abandoned in their own homes. This divide is what gives so many people, people who may have the power the help, the feeling that nothing is wrong and that they can ignore all of the recent turmoil. This divide is part of the problem as to why some people rightfully feel unsafe in America.
This divide strikes me because it is why two people who live in the same country, same state even, can feel very differently about current events. One person can feel that things are fine and that people need to accept what's happened and stop protesting and fighting it while another person can feel trapped and helpless, unable to protect themselves and the ones that they love. This should not be the case. We need everybody to be fighting for equality, for the rights of all Americans, we cannot have some who feel that they are safely removed from the battle. The juxtaposition between these two positions is not only striking but harmful. Such as juxtaposition is not uncommon but now is a good a time as any, if not a better time, to fix this problem. Getting past this divide will not only help people struggling and facing an unsafe environment and unfair treatment now but it will set a precedent that just because one may not feel at the center of a fight for others does not mean that they can turn away from it so easily.

This image was taken and posted by a summer camp that I work for. I chose this image because the special needs camp that posted it is a place of acceptance and a great example of a community of support. The community at this workplace is one where everybody is treated like family and we work hard to ensure that every member of our community is treated fairly and equally. Communities like this one help to exemplify what I think we need in America right now.

~ Cristina Ulto

I became I journalist because

I became I journalist because

I became I journalist because I needed a way to channel my social justice. I entered college a gender studies major with little hope of ever finding a job in that field. After taking a journalism class, I realized I could help people by shedding light on corruption while making a living. I never imagined in my freshmen year that, by the time I graduated, being a journalist would be so important. I never thought that the president would attack journalists for printing facts. Freedom of the press was founded on the idea that the people should be able to openly discuss and critique their elected leaders. If publications are scared to publish information for fear of being attacked by the new administration, can we still call ourselves a democracy? If nothing else these attack have encouraged me to fight harder for the oppressed people, to lift the veil and reveal what's happening in the shadows of government. My feminism is intersectional. My reporting will be too.

~ Angel Gierisch

Last semester, after the election

Last semester, after the election

"Last semester, after the election, I went to a march to make my campus a sanctuary campus. While we were marching, a guy came up to me and asked where the churros were-I went off on him, I was really upset. Then he told me to 'chill out, it's a fucking joke.' But it's really not funny- there are so many problems with that sort of statement, let alone the situation. A lot of the students here come from wealthy families. I don't think they understand how serious this is. I'm an immigrant. My mother is an immigrant. But we're white, so we aren't the immigrants who are under attack. I think that's why this guy came up to me: because I was also white, and he thought I'd identify with him. But legal status, what we look like, where we come from, shouldn't have anything to do with the way that we're treated."

~Anonymous

In August of 2015

In August of 2015

In August of 2015 I took a week-long vacation to Cuba with my family. I was so excited for the trip, Cuba has for years fascinated me, from the polarizing figure of Fidel Castro to the stories of my relatives leaving Cuba to escape the upheaval of the Revolution of 1959 to start a new, better life in the United States. During that time my views of Castro and his regime has been similar to other Americans, in that he was a dictator who made Cuba into a police state. Yet the story is much more complicated than that, and my trip showed me that Cuba's story isn't so black and white as it has made out to be.

My Mother booked a "Cultural Tour", through a tourist agency which is why we were even able to go, since the United States does not allow travel to Cuba freely. We were going to Cuba during a very exciting time, that week The U.S. embassy was reopening for the first time since 1961 when diplomatic ties severed between the two nations, we were about to witness history. The flight we took from JFK went straight to Havana, something that had started only a month before. The check in point was near baggage claim in a small area of the airport. On line with us were mostly all Cuban families with TVs, furniture, play stations and other goods wrapped up in blue plastic. Right then I realized this wasn't going to be a normal summer vacation to a tropical island. We arrived at Jose Marti Airport in Havana Cuba on a Friday afternoon. The airport is very small and split into two sides, arrival and departure. When walking into customs you are transported back to 1950. The room is filled with private booths with a door with blurred windows so it's impossible to see the person who goes in. After getting through customs and waiting almost two hours to get our luggage. We finally met up with our driver. That's when our experience began. As we were driving to downtown Havana, you could smell the fumes in the air, old fashioned Fords, Buicks and Chevrolets lined the streets; all in funky colors of baby blue, red and yellow, along with people riding horse buggies. Me, my Mom and Brother looked at each other with amazement.
I remember when we were driving through the city thinking, "This is how people live?". The buildings were deteriorating, some had collapsed, there weren't any windows in apartments. Clothes and linens hung all over outside, kids were playing outside with little pieces of things that once looked like parts of toys. There were no supermarkets, department stores or pharmacies in sight. When we got to the hotel. It felt like all the people hanging out outside were looking at us like we were aliens. Before we came to Cuba I thought that I was going to see a bunch of very sad people living in poverty. Instead what I saw were people partying, laughing and dancing. They seemed to be the happiest people in the world despite having very little materialistic things. Across from my hotel room was a big family that lived on the top floor of a building that had a makeshift roof. I watched them like hawks since there was no internet or T.V. to entertain me in the time I was in the Hotel. However, from the time that I watched them I realized how much Cubans value family. The grandparents would be playing with the grand kids. The father would come out on the roof and be playing with the children and the family dogs every evening. The wife would be making dinner for what looked like twenty people. These people would be crowded around one Television at night and laughing all hours of the night. To me, they seemed to have nothing, but to them, they had everything they wanted.

On our trip we got the real experience, we drank and ate with the locals. We visited sites and monuments to the Revolution, even rode a soviet truck up the Sierra Maestra Mountains where Castro and his rebels waged guerrilla warfare. We also learned about Cuban art and visited Ernest Hemingway's house. Everywhere we went, all I saw were people literally dancing or singing. Even workers working, I also saw that Cubans are rainbow people, coming in all different shapes and sizes. I didn't feel out of place being a tall white boy. My trip showed me that the Cubans are the backbone of Cuba. Their dream in achieving freedom haven't faltered, even when living in a world with limited freedom. I was surprised to learn that Cubans have access to healthcare, education and that there's virtually no racism, crime or prostitution. However, despite this, several Cubans I asked, did express their displeasure with the government. Saying that getting jobs is hard and that they hope the new relations with the U.S would open the door for the embargo to end. It seemed to me, that Cubans have a firm belief that the embargo is the one thing holding them back, and that the ending of it will finally see Cuba return back to prosperity. If that is actually true remains to be seen, as personally, I believe that the government moving to a more democratic form of government will truly see Cuba become a more modern, unified nation.
Lastly I found myself questioning my opinions about Castro. When driving around Cuba, you see bill boards and monuments. All to the July 26th movement. Yet what you don't see is anything made for him. All the monuments are of other Cuban revolutionaries, the likes of Che Guevara, Camilo Cienfuegos, JosŽ Mart’ and Frank Pais. Our guides told us he did this to not create a cult of worship around himself. Perhaps he did it for propaganda purposes, or maybe he did because he really did want the revolution to be about the people and not himself. It's hard to really say, because he's so charismatic that you almost forget he's the guy who has committed human right violations on his own people.

My trip only lasted a week, yet in that short amount of time. Being without internet, phone and T.V. really helped make my experience more memorable. It allowed me to get to know new people from a place that is entirely different than mine, I was able to able to see how grateful I am for my family and friends. It also made me realize that no matter how hard I think my life is, the Cuban people have it ten times worse than I do and are still able to have a good time. Lastly, the new connection that I made with my heritage will forever make me feel proud to be a Cuban American and not the other way around.

~ Alex Gisondi

When I think of upheaval

When I think of upheaval

When I think of upheaval I think of social services and the people and agencies that provide much needed services to a growing, needy and underserved population. Those seeking social services have experienced upheaval in their lives in one form or another often not due to faults of their own. Many people choose to ignore this population or blame their bad luck on their own wrong doing, while in reality many of the people who are in need of social services are the subject of unfair social stigmas, regulation and racism. Through my work with nonprofit campaigns I have seen people working nonstop to improve these lives, and many of these people rely on such services to achieve improvement. I have also seen the people providing services and those who work at agencies make sacrifices in their lifestyles for the betterment of society as a whole. In this day and age more people need to be willing to do so to improve the lives of all others, not just themselves.

~Anonymous

When I was growing up I was always told

When I was growing up I was always told

When I was growing up I was always told that I could be whatever I wanted to be. When you're three or four or five you don't think that there are any exceptions to that kind of idea. I didn't know that my being a girl, or my being Latina, would hold any weight on my ability to be whatever I wanted to be. As I got older, it was easy to tell myself that the world was becoming more progressive with each passing year. I grew up in a diverse town, went to schools that had predominantly African American or Latin demographics. I went to an all girls high school, where we were taught to empower and exhibit leadership. We heard whispers of the difficulty women faced in the working world, but we told ourselves that things were getting better. Once I got to college it didn't take long for me to realize that my ethnicity and my gender weighed heavily on how I was perceived by the world, and how I was going to be treated. I worked hard in college, building my resume while still taking on leadership roles on campus and maintaining a social life. Watching Hillary Clinton, a candidate I'd so passionately supported throughout the 2016 Election, lose, crushed all of the hopes I had that a woman like me really could be whatever they wanted to be. If a qualified woman could lose an election to a severely under qualified man, what was stopping the world from preventing me, a Latina woman, from taking on the roles I deserved. This period of my life has taught me that I can work as hard as I can, but it'll only be through a change in the attitude's of others, and the perception of women and minorities in this country, that women like me can have the world open up for them. I have faith that one day it'll happen, and I'd be honored to say I was one of the millions of women that marched, spoke out, and stood up for their rights and made their voices heard. I hope that one day, Hillary Clinton's words will echo true: "To every little girl who dreams big: Yes, you can be anything you want-even president."

~Anonymous

The only thing I can think of in this time of upheaval

The only thing I can think of in this time of upheaval

The only thing I can think of in this time of upheaval is that - I'm thinking about myself and how I hate politics. I hate politics, and I hate politicians. Especially, coming from Hudson County, where politicians have been historically crooked - y'know, that disdain has always been there. But, what I do realize is that by taking the ostrich approach - saying you're not going to listen or pay attention because it doesn't affect me - if enough people start thinking like me, then that could be a serious thing. Because that's how these immoral and corrupt people do take over. Because nobody is paying attention, nobody's watching, and you're thinking 'well, it's not really affecting me directly' but ultimately it does. I guess my new thing is, going forward, not so much getting into politics myself, but respecting those who are out there paying attention and making sure that the Constitution is being upheld, that the liberties that are set up in this country are still there for the majority of the people. We have to make way for those who really feel passionately about it so that they can continue. And even if we don't really feel 100% involved in it, you do have to keep your eyes and ears open, you have to be vigilant. You can't just let people change the reason that this country was set up... I'm in a state of turmoil. I'm in a state of internal turmoil, I must say.

~Anonymous

We are living in a time of political unease

We are living in a time of political unease

We are living in a time of political unease in the United States. Many feel that they are just one person, and that they have no power at all over the events proceeding the election. Others feel that they have no channel to further what they define as progress if a majority of people find it to be a waste of time. It is at times like these that we should look to a counter-example for inspiration and for guidance. If I had to choose a story that every American should hear, it's the story of Elon Musk.

Elon Musk is the CEO of Tesla, SpaceX, SolarCity, and OpenAI. His story is far more relevant than it may seem, as it was his ability to make change that earned him his CEO statuses rather than the reverse. Musk was not at first a rich man, and had to start small by starting up a software company called Zip2 with his brother. He then sold his share of the company to invest in his cyber security idea that became PayPal. From there, Musk moved on to the two changes that he most wanted to see in America.

As someone who cares about change itself more than how to profit off the change, Musk had any number off integral changes that he could have attempted to solve. He chose the two that he felt were the most important to begin work on imminently: keeping the earth inhabitable and finding ways to get humans off earth. Then he got to work. First, he developed SpaceX, the first private business ever hired to send supplies to the International Space Station. SpaceX is also the closest group on earth to achieving transportation to Mars. Second, he created Tesla, the most successful electric car company in America. With Tesla inspiring competition, electric car technology has spiked in the past few years. These two companies are making significant strides on both of the issues Musk set out to solve. Musk is still facing heavy resistance from the people who would profit off of the belief that the earth is in no danger of inhabitability, such as oil or car company executives. The Republican party has also attempted to block Tesla sales in their states.

Recently, Elon Musk had a series of meetings with President Trump centered around technology development. After these meetings, Trump enacted a carbon tax to discourage air pollution. Trump, a famous disbeliever in climate change or the dangers of pollution, was moved to action by what Musk had to say. This is precisely why this story is so inspiring. Most people would agree that people are moved to action more by tragedy than by success, but most people don't know the story of Elon Musk. Musk took home $1 for all the work he did in 2014. If a man that came from nothing can now command the change he believed the world needed in spite of powerful adversaries and without the need for profit, why not let that inspire us? These are troubling times. But no matter where you are affiliated, we can all agree that change is necessary. Let's not let this great opportunity for motivation and inspiration pass America by.

~ Alexander Giannico

During this time of upheaval in our country,

During this time of upheaval in our country,

During this time of upheaval in our country, the story I would most like to tell is a simple one. It is a story of common sense, which seems to be sorely lacking at the moment. I am so completely and utterly frustrated by the American people who are currently caught up in this war between those who love Trump and those who hate him. Protests for everything seem to be all the rage these days, when in fact more times than not they appear to some as an excuse to incite chaos, destroy property, and provide no real solution to the current climate in our country. Suddenly we are a country that needs safe spaces because we cannot process feelings of disappointment.

When Ronald Reagan was elected, my parents did not sit us down and look at us with fear in their eyes because an actor, of all people, was just elected to be President of the United States. They let us be children and they handled their concerns as adults. No flags were burned, no decisions to move out of the country were made, and most definitely no turning their back on the country that helped them land on their feet. They got up the next day and they went to work! They gave the man a chance and were pleasantly surprised by some of what he managed to do. Yet here we are, three decades later, collapsing on the floor because:

"This is not the candidate I wanted."

"This is not my President."

"What am I going to tell my children?"

Americans were once strong and resilient. But in my opinion, the last 8 years have perpetuated an attitude of self-entitlement, a "millenial me" generation, a resistance to respecting the law and those who uphold it. These mass temper tantrums that result in protests that disrespect America and encourage more hatred and violence...that makes me want to say "What am I going to tell my children?"

I did not vote for President Obama and I would never have voted for Hillary Clinton, no matter who ran against her. Trump isn't necessarily the candidate I wanted but had Hillary won, would I have burned a flag? Whined and rioted? No. I'd have kept moving forward as a true American citizen. It is time to be adults and let the children behave like children. It is time to get back to work and let the man do his job instead of getting in his way. It is time for some common sense.

~ Anna DeLuca