“We’re all on social media, whether we like it or not. Every young person is exposed to it in some capacity, and ye olde politicians have caught on to that. Social media has become a forum for political engagement, and it’s important to talk about awareness and literacy going into the 2024 election.”
We have all read about the scandalous affair of Cal Cunningham. I will admit it doesn’t look great on his integrity and morals. However, holding politicians as a shining beacon of morality is a fantasy that lives in the minds of voters.
I believe in paying it forward, in fighting for those who have lived through similar circumstances but whose national, racial and religious designations, among others, have kept them from the same considerations and privileges my grandparents were granted in 1960.
Although the phrase did not lean into the ideas of any one political party, we found that it was just as thought-provoking. With all of the care that went into creating the jacket, we realized that skirting around political topics in order to not offend people was a problem in and of itself.
But, as the leaves begin to turn and the temperature grows cool, it feels as though an end to this painful year may finally be in sight. Yet, I do not feel relieved, calm or even remotely excited. In fact, my anxiety about our collective future is at an all-time high. After all, feeling at ease could not be more impossible knowing that we still have one more battle left to face, and that this one means it all… The election.
But in the last four years, the threat has moved from jokes to my personal rights being challenged. More specifically, the right to access safe and legal abortions.
Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the second woman to be appointed to the U.S. Supreme Court and a champion of women’s rights, died on Friday at the age of 87. On her deathbed, Ginsburg dictated to her granddaughter, “My most fervent wish is that I will not be replaced until a new president is installed.” Ginsburg […]
The conversation between my style identity as a Black person and my political identity as a Black person have not always come into contact. But these identities have consistently been in conversation, as they both have an indelible impact on America’s broader sociopolitical context.
Every generation has one. For my parents, it was when the twin towers fell; for many grandparents, it was when President Kennedy was assassinated. The moment I learned of the first coronavirus case was my “milestone moment.” As talk of the novel coronavirus disease was mounting in February 2020, some friends were concerned while others […]