On the ninth hole of a local golf tournament, my playing partner made an unprompted comment about humanity’s good nature.
“Most people aren’t racist,” he confidently noted.

This post was updated Dec. 2 at 3:58 p.m.
Last year, I watched “The Graduate” for a class about America in the 1960s. It was a movie I’d been wanting to see for years, but somehow I’d never gotten around to it.

It’s been two weeks since the beginning of the University of California academic workers’ strike for labor rights. From nearly every corner of campus, one can hear picketers over megaphones chanting slogans such as “Shut it down!”
I learned quite a few things during my week following the strike around campus and springing out of bushes to pepper groups of strikers with questions.

This post was updated Nov. 27 at 8:29 p.m.
I know firsthand what it feels like to have my culture and history tacked on to the end of a social studies unit.

This post was updated Nov. 22 at 7:21 p.m. to remove sensitive information.
“As a land grant institution, the University of California recognizes its presence on traditional, ancestral Native American territory.”
When students, faculty and administration hear this land acknowledgment, they are reminded that the land has greater cultural, historical and ecological significance than merely a place of education or work.

Batyah Jasper only managed to attend one uninterrupted week of classes during the first half of fall quarter because of overlap with the Jewish holidays.
Neha Farhan and other Muslim Bruins only now have a space to pray on campus after years of advocacy.

“God, it’s so overpopulated.”
Walking through Bruin Plate, a girl on FaceTime showed her friend how crowded the dining hall was. Almost all the tables were taken, there were long lines for the herb-roasted chicken and flank steak, and the rotating chain of dishes was overflowing.