Sister, sister

Cal in Color

Microaggressions — as my sister and I know — are frequent occurrences: At some point in the life of each student who’s a BIPOC, you endure this unfortunate fate.
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Views via violin

Cal in Color

While taking AP and honors classes, my sister and I would come home and trade stories about how the teachers would awkwardly stare in our directions after reading the N-word.
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Trails of smoke

Cal in Color

The privilege of patriotism is a luxury that Black Americans cannot afford. America prides itself on freedom, and yet treats its BIPOC as second class.
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Our basic humanity

Cal in Color

I’ve often had STEM friends not understand why they have to pay our exorbitant tuition even for classes not clearly related to their major.
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Phantasms of inclusion

Cal in Color

Just because UC Berkeley isn’t majority white doesn’t mean that it truly includes its Black undergraduates — and labelling our campus as POC-majority further erases Black students.
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You catch more flies with honey

Cal in Color

I wanted to write “Cal in Color” to create real dialogue on what it actually means to be a Black woman at Berkeley, and doing so requires the invocation of uncomfortable radical topics.
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