“The Black Man is the one (or the thing) that one sees when one sees nothing, when one understands nothing, and, above all, when one wishes to understand nothing.” -Achille Mbembe
If you’re anything like me, you start a new playlist for the spring the moment the temperature goes above 65 during a random global warming weather spike in February.
Hypothetically, if UR were to rebrand and get a new mascot what should it be? The squirrel, the owl, dhall cat, the geese, or something totally diff?
Yes, it’s that time of year again. Grocery store displays become bombarded with red roses, pink packaged candies make their way into every checkout line and things become heart-shaped that definitely shouldn’t be.
One of the first things I’ll say is that it may not be easy. Whether it’s a breakup with a boyfriend or personal family conflicts, college life seems more challenging while navigating relationships.
We can’t keep having marches that lead to nothing. We need to draw from a model of radical change that presents a framework for solutions.
How do you stop yourself from crying when you think about graduation? Also, how many tickets do we get?
As a rule, I try not to think about my regrets too often, but there are actually several things I wish I would have done differently during my time at the University of Richmond.
The University of Richmond, like other campuses, places a great stake in offsets to achieve its sustainability goals.
“Black Girl” tells the story of Diouana, a young woman from Senegal who has been trafficked into France to work as an unpaid maid for a middle-class French family.
With “Mothership Connection,” George Clinton, the funkxtra-dimensional being and mastermind behind the record, would not only capture the sound and feelings of a generation but would go on to inspire other music deities.
Once again, ignorant displays of White privilege have caused students of color profound harm, and once again, it has fallen on students of color to undertake the work of calling our institution to account.
In no particular order. I’ve been waiting for a platform to discuss this for a while, and now I can finally spread the truth.
At the very least, the costumes were a cheap joke, and at its worst, they were minstrelsy.
The 1975 returns to its roots with their new album, "Being Funny in a Foreign Language."
