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Quiet Train and Roaring Earth

Nevertheless, during this politically derisive and hostile season, rescuing the National Park Service may be the moonshot we need to rediscover our common thread as Americans.

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What You Knew

But in all my confidence that privilege would fall, I had forgotten about blood, how it could leave a country in coma. My thoughts were abstracted because I was removed.

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​Golden Apples and Chocolate Buttons

I imagine, when it comes to myth and fairytale, the most ordinary of ordinary people has as much a right to speak as an expert. So as a child of (mostly) the West, all I know is that in fairy tales, things come in groups of three:

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Black and Brown Bodies

Black lives matter and until people begin to realize that, I will stand by you to form a resilient, indestructible wall of black and brown bodies.

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​To Those Who Made Me Cry

I might have been alone, but my race is not a race of one.

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Just Listen

A real story appends a lifetime of experiences into a single network of moral, political and religious beliefs, as well as fears and unanswered questions. In moments of incertitude and courage, it reveals itself chapter by chapter.

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Asians, Girls, and Hip-Hop

The girls’ pain was so loud it felt fake, like Taylor Swift songs and Tumblr. I wasn’t used to a hurt that dissolved, motionless. The hurt I knew about was so busy you could barely see it through the music.

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How I Met My Roommate

Wonder is a beautiful thing—a deeply human thing. And if you look, you can find it anywhere—even in ordinary situations, and even at Harvard.

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Lost in Kyoto

Standing in a busy Kyoto subway corridor quite far from my "current location" and "home," I was the most lost I've ever been.

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​Between Two Worlds

The problem is as much about not knowing the difference between semiformal and black tie as it is about not having enough money to attend the events that require these attires.

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Rape

It’s on us to respect women, to treat them as autonomous human beings rather than objects or extensions of men, and to listen to the voices of rape survivors. It’s on us to do better.

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Honesty is Painful

This is the most important lesson I’ve learned about myself as a writer: I don’t like to push the hot button.

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What Harvard Gets Us

Navigating love, winning Monopoly, and finding happiness are some of the most important facets of the lives we lead, and to rely solely on intuition or the arts to do so is as futile as it is to rely solely on mathematics.

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Obama the Morbid Jokester

Like any good comedian, Obama ended his roast with a mic drop—a universally recognized symbol of odium and disappointment, and a sign that he is self-aware that this was no ordinary Washington black tie affair.

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A World Without Rape

I think it’s “incredibly difficult” to hear about how many young women are sexually assaulted, about how their “no’s” fell upon deaf ears, about how they were forced to engage in sexual acts against their will, about how they were penetrated and physically violated while unconscious.