We believe the tax on Harvard’s endowment could be put to use by giving money back to the community that Harvard has been taking from for centuries.
Having my principal deny my request to read my speech in English and Spanish helped me realize I took my parents for granted way more than I’m proud of.
We are still just guests—living out of a suitcase, careful not to pick up too many souvenirs from a country that could decide we have overstayed our welcome at any point.
I am trying to decolonize my mind. I am trying to reclaim my Latinidad. I am trying to take myself out of this white mold into which I have tried to force myself.
While I found a lot of strength from my undocumented community, now I am finding even more in my community of women of color.
Now that they’ve taken DACA from us, we must recognize that this country was never going to fight for us.
We must take care of ourselves and each other as we take on this pain together. But we are also forced to keep fighting because this is about our futures.
We have gone through hell and back, but still, we thrive. We know who we are. We know our worth exceeds any statistic.
I remembered how fragile my future became as I watched votes go up for a man who held the fate of my undocumented community in his hands. I suddenly remembered that I had more to worry about than academics.
You are all so much more than what they think you are. You are strong and resilient and have earned your place here.
You will have questions on how to navigate this system as an undocumented college student that not everyone will be able to answer.
I’m not sorry that you feel like you can’t freely express your prejudiced thoughts—not when you want to do so at the expense of another person’s existence.
We need someone who will not claim to know what’s best for their students by ignoring what those students—who are actually best positioned to know—are asking for.
I cannot forget the parents, mine among them, who see no hope in attaining these rights in their own near future.
Fear was present before I even knew what deportation meant—before I knew what it meant to not have papers.