It’s funny how racial identity works. Especially whiteness. Especially when you’re taught, implicitly and overwhelmingly, that white is the norm. It’s funny how it’s not until you’re olderâ€...Read More
It was the summer of 2012. I was nineteen years old, working as an intern in Washington, DC—that swamp of politics, and humidity, and the slow-moving Potomac. The Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial ha...Read More
Read Part I here. Travel gives you space to see new things, and learn to appreciate all the familiar things you take for granted. Travel grants the traveler a suspension of their own reality, a limina...Read More
Am I the Jewish Rachel Dolezal? I was sitting in my East Jerusalem apartment in a Moroccan djellaba, Abdel Halim Hafez warbling from the stereo, sipping mint tea and reading a New Yorker article about...Read More
As a white person who is passionate about dismantling racism, I seek to notice the power and privileges that my pale skin affords me, as well as the many blind spots and biases it brings. My master’...Read More