Victorian Prison Systems and Homosexuality: An analysis of the crime of homosexuality in Victorian prison systems, through the example of Oscar Wilde and his trials. Delves into the impact of public trials and the overarching questioning of what constitutes cruel and unusual punishment. Written for the course, “The Case of Sherlock Holmes: Race, Gender, and Crime in the British Empire” in May 2017.
Coates and Black Lives Matter & Afropessimism: An analysis of Ta-Nehisi Coates’ “Between the World and Me” and its relation to the Black Lives Matter movement and Afropessimism. Written for the course, “African American Autobiography,” in December 2016.
Social Media’s Impact on Social Justice Movements: A research paper that delves into the positive impact of social media in the mobilization of social justice movements, specifically for young adults–analyzed in relation to the Black Lives Matter movement. Written to fulfill the primary writing requirement, “Reasoning and Writing in the College,” in December 2015.
Reunion (February 2017)
Passionate (July 2016)
Gunshot (June 2016)
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Author’s Note: I wrote this for my Creative Writing: Fiction class as a scene assignment. Let me know what you think.
Clouds fill the sky, coloring the city grey and threatening civilians with rain. Alex feels the wind pierce through her thin jacket and settle into her bones, the late fall getting to her. She stands on the corner, facing the street, anxiously shaking her leg, and watches the cars slowly inch by.
“Late again,” she mutters to herself, as she checks her watch and looks down the sidewalks, where he was nowhere in sight. For once in his life, will it kill him to be early?
Alex exhales, exasperated, and crosses her arms, hoping that this would somehow protect her from the cold. Her leg continues to fidget. She thinks about all the other times he was late, to art shows, to celebrations, to other dinners. Add this to the count.
Continue reading “Reunion”
Taken at a protest held at my school
Note: I wrote this in the early morning of November 9th. I was drained, I was behind on my schoolwork, and most of all, I was upset. Incredibly upset. And in this state, I wrote the following post, to document my feelings and my reactions. And as Trump gets inaugurated today, I can’t let myself forget how I felt and where I was and how I won’t stop fighting.
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So I usually do a little monthly wrap-up of my month in pictures, but college started back up again and I’ve just gotten so incredibly busy. There’s a lot going on in my life, and it really does pain me to not be updating this blog as often as I would like to.
It’s time for an official break away, as I focus on other things. Maybe I’ll give random updates when inspiration hits. Maybe I won’t. Time will tell.
Feel free to keep up with me.
Taken at Beyoncé’s concert on July 7th | “And Countless Others”
(I’m Asian American, and I’m usually wary of speaking about topics of race that doesn’t concern my own, for the fear of overstepping the line as my role as an ally to these movements. But after recent events, and just seeing these tragedies happen over and over again, it’s hard to sit in silence. Please let me know if I’m ever overstepping boundaries. Always trying to become a better ally.)
Michael Brown’s murder was something that hit me hard. When he died, he was in the same point of his life as I was. I remember seeing the picture of him in his cap and gown everywhere and feeling so much grief. Because I was a senior in high school too, I had pictures of me in my cap and gown as well. But because of actions of police brutality and racism—things that someone like me, in my own race and location, cannot relate to—only one of us would be able to graduate.
That was the moment when it really hit me, when I became so painfully aware of the injustices at the hands of those who are supposed to protect us, and the correlation of these deaths to the community they were happening in: poor, black communities. Of course, this wasn’t the first incident of things like this happening, nor is it the last, but this spurred an outrage in me that was previously sitting dormant, just waiting to erupt.
Continue reading “And Countless Others #BlackLivesMatter”