Tuesday, February 5, 2019 - 6:48pm

Dear Mom,

First, I love you for everything about you, and I think that you are one of the most beautiful people that I’ve ever seen. I love the way that the sun illuminates your skin  the natural glow that gleams effortlessly among the pigmentation of your melanin. It is the most beautiful shade of brown and earth, and when I feel overwhelmed and insecure in a sea of white, it is the first thing I want to see to wrap me in its embrace.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019 - 4:32pm

Sometime last year, my friends and I were chatting, and somehow—I don’t remember how—I had mentioned that my name, Monica, is not the name I was born with.


A (white) friend asked me what it was, and I responded that the name I was born with—my Korean name—is Yejoo. He opened his mouth, tried to pronounce it, and asked me what it meant. I shrugged and said I didn’t know and that it probably meant a grassy field, or something.


Tuesday, January 29, 2019 - 8:17am

My eyes are hazel

You’re not Latina enough


My hair is thin and light brown

Still, not Latina enough


My skin is white

Not at all, Latina enough


I was born in America

Definitely, not Latina enough


My body is pear shaped

Wednesday, January 23, 2019 - 8:40pm
Anurima Kumar

I grew up in Ann Arbor thinking it was the most diverse and open-minded place, and frustrated that it was an echo-chamber. My biggest fight in high school was asking for Diwali to be a school holiday. But coming to the University of Michigan was a wake-up call. It wasn’t as diverse as I thought. People were not open-minded (I mean, we were entertaining bringing Richard Spencer). Most people I met had privilege they did not realize they had, and I had built myself into a community I did not enjoy very much.


Wednesday, January 23, 2019 - 8:37pm
Nada Eldawy

I grew up trying to hide. Hide my culture, hide my skin color, hide my consuming desire to fit in. If I just acted like everyone else, talked like everyone else, dressed like everyone else, then maybe I would be like them. It took until high school for me to realize that this journey of assimilation and fitting in only succeeded in erasing my roots, alienating my history and bringing me nothing.


Wednesday, January 23, 2019 - 8:32pm
Lorna Brown

My life has changed significantly since I last wrote “Why I joined Michigan in Color” my perspective of the world has shifted and warped with the passing challenges of my time being a freshman, now a sophomore, at a university whose Black population is only depicted on a sports field or on a pamphlet. I am more than my experiences rooted in my high school as being the only Black girl who spoke up during class in a building with twelve other Black students.

Monday, January 14, 2019 - 8:26pm
Grace Cho

The question I’ve always fumbled around my head was “how does a “yellow” person enter the conversation about race in a “Black v white” America?” Common yet subtle experiences have conditioned me to approach this exploration with caution. I remember once in middle school our class was divided into two — majority and minorities — then prompted to discuss racism through an implicitly binary point of view. Though I believe my teacher’s intentions were good, the exercise was silencing.

Monday, January 14, 2019 - 8:19pm
Ana Maria Sanchez-Castillo

There were a lot of things I didn't understand about what it meant to be Latina, especially growing up in a community that was less than one percent non-white. I was socialized to not register that my identity was something to be proud of rather than something to try to compensate for. I spent many high school class periods debating my peers on issues such as police brutality, the Black Lives Matter movement and the infamous border wall to name a few.

Monday, January 14, 2019 - 7:29pm
Maya Mokh

I wrote my first piece in The Michigan Daily last year, discussing the hopes I had for myself and for Michigan in Color as a section. I was extremely grateful for the new opportunity to represent my identity as a Lebanese, Muslim American and connect with a diverse and talented group of PoC.  I was eager, excited, nervous and unsure of what was to come. A year later I can confidently say choosing to join MiC was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my college career thus far.

Tuesday, November 20, 2018 - 6:12pm

How did you hear about your internship?

The Human Rights Campaign has always been an organization I have wanted to work in, either for an internship or for a career. As for my specific position, I actually didn’t go through the typical application process. I connected through an alum who happened to be the internship manager and she was kind enough to take me into her department! So, for half of my internship, I worked under her as the Pride and Events Intern and as the Outreach and Engagement Intern under a different supervisor.