by Jasmine Holmes
Today, as I walked through Target doing some Christmas shopping with a friend, I passed by a wailing toddler. Her mom was trying to distract her with a white baby doll: “Look at her! She’s so pretty! Don’t you want this one?” The little girl kept screaming and...
by Stephanie Laferriere
Under Armour is headquartered where I live—Baltimore, MD. As I walk through the city, I often notice their slogan: Protect this house. When asked if they’ll protect this house, athletes simply respond: “I will.” When it comes to the neighborhoods or cities we call...
by Courtney Reissig
Editor’s Note: This post is a part of a series called, “When I Recognized Race” in which brothers and sisters share about how they came to grapple with the realities of race and racism. The point of this series is not to convey, “Look at how racially conscious I am!”...
by Austin Suter
I had Tom Tarrants’ book on pre-order, and did for some time. When it arrived, it came four days after a domestic terrorist killed over twenty people in El Paso. The timing for the book’s arrival was chilling, given that Tarrants was a white supremacist and domestic...
by Eric Saunders
I was wrong, even though I was right. I was in Middle School and had just received a math test back flooded with red ink and a circled red score that looked like a sad cherry on top. I stared at it while a mixture of anger and confusion simmered. I was convinced that...
by Austin Suter
Last Memorial Day, my girlfriend (now wife) Michelle invited me to her parents’ house for a cookout. I knew I wanted to marry her, so my every interaction with her family carried the weight of unrealistic expectations. I wanted them to like me. When I arrived, I knew...
