Race and Media Colloquy

Call me, Racist

By Emily Guajardo

I am not racist. I just call it how I see it. Black is black, white is white, yellow is inferior and brown will forever be superior. We are all “equal”, yes, but my kind will continue to reign in any country, including the United States. Viva Mexico! Viva…

A Southern View

An American controversy depicted by the thoughts of a Texan

By Alexa Conner

I am a proud Texas native. My whole family was born and raised in the great state of Texas. I can remember from a very young age my…

Hispanic poverty in Harris County schools

by Rachel Mallary

Gabriel is six years old. He likes Batman, cars, and soccer. He likes to help his mom with the dishes and read books with grandfather. He likes to go fishing with his dad in the summertime and watches movies with…

Let’s talk about white people and social justice

By Abby Runnels

So you want to be an advocate for social justice. But you’re white. Where do you start?

White allies may not know when to speak, when to be silent or when to call out white…

The white person’s guide to white privilege: 5 steps to understanding your societal advantages

by Rachel Runnels

Do the words “white privilege” make you feel uncomfortable? Nervous? Guilty? White privilege has become a hot topic, a media…

White and Racially Aware: Possible or Misunderstood?

By Michaela Kasselman

If someone took a quick look at me, what would they see? They would see a white female college student, which in and of itself gives off the impression that I have no authority to speak into social justice issues of the world…

Jesus Wasn’t White:

Why Christians Can’t End Racism

By Haley Remenar

Childhood Innocence

By Sierra Ware

As a child in Anaheim California, I lived in a neighborhood with several different races. Race of my friends was the least of my childhood thoughts.

Accepting Diverse Communities

Growing up half black half white in a primarily white community was very intriguing. Everyone would play the black friend card on me saying that they understood my culture when I didn’t even understand my own. My African American father would avoid his family in shame while my…