Even though people of different races go to the same schools in 2017, we are not necessarily living in the same version of America.
60 years later, we revisit the pivotal role the Little Rock Nine played in the Civil Rights Movement, and how it resonates today. Follow along on Twitter #LR9Live.
I am a bisexual, African- American girl and I’m afraid my little sister will grow up to hate me because of what my family says.
You wouldn’t know I’m Filipina by looking at me. Growing up, when people questioned my identity, I started to question it, too.
This month has been nothing short of a roller coaster for those covered by DACA, we asked one recipient what she thought.
It’s always awkward when kids I know come in as customers. The underlying context is clear: Instead of being out having a good time on a Saturday night, I’m at work, serving them.
I like the sounds of the fields, hearing people speaking Spanish and the radio blasting ranchera tunes. It sounds like my childhood.
Jobs are hard to come by in Appalachia, and chances are slim that I can stay here and be successful at the same time.
I’ve been interning at a tech company that makes mobile apps. Being young, black and Muslim, it’s a little intimidating working in a place without many people of color.