Crimson opinion writer

Ruben E. Reyes Jr.

Ruben E. Reyes Jr. '19 is a current Editorial Chair and Editorial Writer living in Leverett House. He studies History and Literature, and is originally from Diamond Bar, California. His interests include United States politics, race, structural inequity, and pop culture.

Crimson opinion writer Ruben E. Reyes Jr. can be reached at ruben.reyes@thecrimson.com.

Latest Content

Columns

Laughing to End White Supremacy

Candid discussions about race are criticized as “militant” and off-putting. Explaining our lived realities, frankly and sugarcoat-free, can be polarizing.

Columns

White Friends

Having white friends, as a person of color, can be exhausting. It’s much easier to make friends with other people of color who already understand the way the world pushes against you because of the melanin you carry in your skin.

Performative Progressives Illustration
Columns

Performative Progressives

The political movement for equality has slowly transformed itself into an aesthetic that allows people to be progressive on paper while upholding the status quo in person.

Despacito Illustration
Columns

Progress is Happening Too Despacito

Racial discrimination still hinders progress, and the success of Latinos in the music industry shouldn’t deceive us into complacency.

Reality TV Illustration
Columns

The Reality of Racism

For too many people, racial violence is not relegated to the news or movies. It takes their neighbors, draws blood, and rips apart communities.

Island Girl Illustration
Columns

Fantasizing About an Island Girl

Listeners engage with the music on the shallowest level, putting it on summer playlists and ignoring its bloody roots: 15 million enslaved black people, blood shed harvesting sugar cane, countless deaths.

Columns

Can Nicki Minaj Save the American Dream?

There’s no one better than someone who has lived in poverty to critically, and empathetically, tackle the issue.

Columns

America’s Most Important Leading Man

When someone claims that they’re “just not attracted to Asian men,” it isn’t a matter of preference. It’s an example of the way Americans reinforce systems of oppression on an individual level.

Columns

DAMN. and the Consumption of Black Art

So don’t consume black art born of black grief without being down for the cause.

Columns

​Navigating Járvar University

I am tired of being overcome with emotion when, yet again, the administration refuses to acknowledge that my experiences are different because I come from an intersectionally marginalized background, and that no, we are not all homogenous privileged Harvard students.

Columns

​Living in a Machista World

There’s a way of preserving a sweet, Salvadorean, Mexican, or Latin American culture while getting rid of its painful, violent, oppressive components for the benefit of men and women yet to be born into it. There’s a way of rethinking our machista world.

Columns

​English Only, Please

If I don’t speak Spanish, I’ll lose it, and my children will lose it. The loss of mi cultura y mi historia is not worth your comfort, so I’ll continue to hablar en la combination de Español y Ingles que amo tanto.

Columns

The Forgotten Ones

We come up with answers for the problems we’ve diagnosed in the Latinx community. In our heads, we’re doing God’s work but, suddenly, the realization that we are the select few—the glowing brown chosen ones—comes crashing down on us. There’s no purpose in learning or scheming or brainstorming the best ways to help your community if you run so far away from them in order to do so.

Columns

​When Dreams Aren’t Enough

As an institution that places so much weight on where we will be post-graduation, and the ways we will choose, as alumni, to shape the world, Harvard is committing a disservice by ignoring the reality that not all students feel entitled to make the jump into a world of suits, high heels, social capital, and class.

Labor Column
Columns

El Pueblo Unido

I wondered if that girl would have sung a different tune if she could see her community reflected in the brown hands roughened from serving the privileged students at one of the most prestigious universities in the world.