Crimson opinion writer

Ruben E. Reyes Jr.

Ruben E. Reyes Jr. '19 is a former 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.

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Latest Content


Don’t Diss Ability

It turns out that the reason that people with IDD are not hired is not because they lack ability, but because people assume they lack ability.


​Querida Familia

Latinidad is partially about the way we view ourselves and the way we view others in our community, but it is also about the way the world views us.


Let Me Fail

Latinx students have to be excellent, because we are few and far between and represent communities whose majorities are barred from these institutions.


Latinos for Trump

When Latinos are granted equal access into the process, these perspectives can thrive and both parties can begin to see us as not just Latinos for Trump, or Latinos for Clinton, but rather Latinos for Democracy and Latinos for America.​


The Language of Academia

While we fight to make the language of academia equitable for everyone, we must keep reading, writing, and thriving in the languages we already own.​


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.


​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.

Summer Postcards 2016

From Manila, With Love

Remember the tender moments, and create more with everyone you encounter. For every hateful act, there will be a thousand good ones as long as we continue sending love.​

Summer Postcards 2016

Books, Beer, and Conquest

The story I wrote a couple of months ago set in the Salvadoran San Miguel takes on a new meaning. I’d tried tackling colonialism in 4,521 words then, but the blue label on the glass bottle I hold in my hand reveals just how momentous conquest is.


Bitter Brown Boy

When I find my experience at Harvard altered by the simple fact that my skin is darker than the majority of my peers, I find it impossible to be anything but outspoken.



It took an academic text, read exactly 2,995 miles from home, for me to understand why my mom always reminded my dad to drop off the payment for “el cuchubal” every month.