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Yvanna Saint-Fort is a junior in the School of Arts and Sciences double majoring in journalism and media studies and political science with a minor public policy. She’s a New Jersey native, born and raised in Montclair, “where the suburbs meet the city.” Yvanna appreciates the little things in life, like bow shaped earrings, paninis, manicures and chai tea. She’s also a Starbucks Gold Card member with enough stars to last till 2016. Yvanna has always been critical of everything and everyone, and after being told her viewpoints were “rather harsh,” she adopted the moniker “yvannaTheCritic.” After graduation, Yvanna plans to move to Washington, D.C. or Boston, so long as Freddy, her Ford Focus, can come with.
When you finally hit senior year of college, all anyone wants to know is, “What are you doing after graduation?”
Early last week, a Jezebel article entitled “Nixon Policy Advisor Admits He Invented War on Drugs to Suppress ‘Anti-War Left and Black People,’” was published.
Being Christian — Roman Catholic specifically — has always been a large part of my identity. Growing up there was no such thing as missing church or Sunday school. From the time I was old enough to attend service, until a little less than a year ago, religion dictated the majority of my actions.
There are countless unfortunate stigmas that surround mental health in the black community. For example, “there’s no such thing as depression. If you’re sad get over it.” As a result, there are so many black individuals and families that do not deal with their emotions.
As an institution, America is prone to national forgetting. As an act of radicalism, this society purposefully puts the horrendous acts of the past, in the past, without blinking an eye. The Japanese internment camps of the 1940s are purposefully forgotten.
Diversity does not mean inclusion. Just because there are television networks or classrooms where individuals from minority backgrounds are present does not mean that these individuals feel welcome or represented.
There is a difference between sympathy and empathy. The former is a shared feeling, while the latter is related to understanding. When it comes to the Nov. 13 terrorist attacks in Paris, everyone exhibited sympathy. So many people changed their Facebook profile pictures to a photo of them on a family vacation or study abroad trip, smiling proudly in front of the Eiffel Tower
Ferguson. Staten Island. Chicago. Since August 2014, American’s relationship with black people has been tensioned to say the least. The deaths of Michael Brown and Eric Garner sparked a cataclysmic awakening of the mind for the entire nation.
Tumblr is a safe space. For those who don’t know, it’s a form of social media that allows users to like and “reblog,” text posts, photos and videos of literally anything. I have always seen Tumblr as the culmination of my inner being. It’s not like Twitter or Facebook or Instagram, where certain social expectations need to be met and emotions can’t be expressed.
There is only so much mistreatment a minority can tolerate. Whether marginalized by race, ethnicity, gender, sexuality, disability status or other measures differentiating them from the social majority, there is always a tipping point.
In America, the black woman stands at the precipice of marginalization. Living in a white-dominated patriarchal society, she is seen as the antithesis of importance. Not only is she a minority, she belongs to the seemingly “lesser” sex within the minority.
Being the only black kid in class is one of those things in that once you notice it, you can’t un-notice it.
The definition of acting white, if you were to look it up on Wikipedia, goes something like this: It is “a pejorative term, typically applied to African Americans.
The effects and manifestations of slavery that are still present almost 150 years after Juneteenth are astounding.