Tuesday, January 26, 2021
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Kayla Wiltfong

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There’s no room for middle ground

On Wednesday, Nov. 9, 2016, I was devastated. I was afraid of what a Trump presidency would mean for many of my friends and...

Dear white women, our kindness is worthless

On Saturday, Nov. 7, an arduous election cycle came to an end, resulting in President-elect Joseph R. Biden and Vice President-elect Kamala Harris. In...

Porcupines show the misplaced values of the American justice system

I felt nauseated when the Google news notification flashed on my phone screen. It read, “Two Maine cops fired for beating porcupines to death...

The president who cried COVID

I woke up around 2 a.m. on Friday, Oct. 2, and instinctively unlocked my phone. I had a notification for a group chat with...

Black art, J.C. Nichols, and a Trump parade; nothing substantial has changed

The artwork was a massive field of black, taking up an entire pane of the RE’s many windows. Two almond-shaped, mustard-yellow eyes glowed out...

The women who made me possible

My dad’s mom, who I call Grandma, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer earlier this year. She did a couple rounds of chemo, but it...

How Art Archives the Revolution

In April of this year, right before the end of the spring semester, I submitted a piece to UNews about archiving the year. I...

White reader, white writer

A couple months ago, when the tragic murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Ahmaud Arbery converged in a wave of Black Lives Matter...

How “I Can’t Breathe” Illuminates White Privilege

“I can’t breathe,” my white acquaintance told me from under her plastic face shield, “in a mask.” I, a white woman, was on campus for...
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