The hour and a half I sat through “13th” was one of the most eye-opening of my life. What angers me most is how the justice system, so clearly demonstrated in this doc, is still hurting people of color and abusing minority communities.
It all felt so real, yelling with others in the cold, November air, our voices surrounded in small clouds of heat and breath. To voice opinions and emotions I had pent up inside for so long was the best feeling in the world, and I could tell I was not the only one having such an experience.
Today felt filled with lament and mourning — mourning the loss of all the social progress that has been made for anyone who isn’t a white, heterosexual male in the top 1 percent of the economy.
It is like having the security ripped from my body. It is having the rose-colored glasses knocked off my face and seeing the world for the first time as unwelcoming and cruel.
Older voters have scratched their heads wondering why this generation has become so anti-establishment. One important factor is that many Millennials came of age during the recession. Many had parents who lost a job and opportunities that were once pathways to success disintegrated at the hands of a crippling economy.
Thought of the election provokes mayhem and borderline claustrophobia in my head. I didn’t care at first; I saw no reason. I am a privileged, white high school student. My life is so good, and I know that. I also was like, “If I can’t even vote, why does it matter what I think?”
Not being able to vote is like not being able to extinguish the fire that’s slowly, and eventually, going to swallow you whole. Like I’ve always been told, every vote counts, and I must always exercise this right. My ancestors fought for this right, and I intend to use it.
Queer Youth Fest provided a safe space for queer people to be queer. It is often forgotten how difficult it can be a queer person, to live the majority of your life in heteronormative and cis gender spaces.
On Oct. 31, my grandparents, parents and I all went to the polls to cast our first-ever ballots and fulfill our civic duties as Americans, family-style.
This is my first political cartoon! I am very intensely not a fan of Donald Trump, so when my mother envisioned this and commissioned me to bring it to life, I readily agreed.