Administrators asked, “How could your parents let you out of the house like that?” Leggings aren’t the problem. Talking to high school students in that manner and threatening not to let them go to class is what is truly distracting.
Atlanta has numerous opportunities for queer teens to feel valued, whether that means hanging, getting accessible health care or finding housing.
“People don’t realize that no one leaves their country ‘just because’…” says 17-year-old artist Maite Nazario. Her recent art exhibition at the Latin American Association shows her passion for “activist art.”
Are mothers pushing their sons into hypermasculinity? Should little boys be allowed to cry?
Dear Black Men, First, I just want to say that I am one of you. I thrive off of being surrounded by other Black men in any capacity. So this critique of us, includes myself.
Watching a film about a tragic event that happened 50 years ago, I felt as if it could have been a clip that I would see on the news tomorrow.
I could hardly sit still in my seat on my flight to Spain. Once I got there, I often thought of the Latino and Hispanic people back home in America — and how some Americans mistreat them due to the language barrier.
“What do you take medicine for, Kaleb?” Everyone darted their eyes my way. “I have HIV.” I had swallowed all that stigma along with my pill.
I wanted to spend the last week of Ramadan reporting on what I saw, heard, and tasted. I wanted to shine a light — a miles-wide, fluorescent, neon floodlight — on the positive that is evident every day to me in my community. I reported on Ramadan while remembering that no photo or soundbite can document the vastness of Islam in Atlanta.
How sweet the sound
As the harmony floated about the bellies of slave ships…