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Intersectional Confessional: “People like me don’t get raped”

Intersectional Confessional:

November 1, 2017

Intersectional Confessionals is Intersections' new column that highlights personal narratives from students from marginalized identities. This installment focuses on a student's experience with sexual assault and may be difficult for some readers. For more information on Intersectional Confessionals, re...

Letter from Intersections editors: The Hullabaloo introduces “Intersectional Confessionals” column

Letter from Intersections editors: The Hullabaloo introduces

Emily Fornof and Nile Pierre

November 1, 2017

For two years, Brainwaves has served as an outlet for students to share their struggles with mental health. The column, started by Tulane students, allowed outside writers to submit personal narratives on their experiences to the paper anonymously or under their names. While Brainwaves did shed l...

Intersectional Confessional: Marginalized students reflect on Tulane party culture

Intersectional Confessional: Marginalized students reflect on Tulane party culture

Daniel Horowitz, Canela Lopez, Megan Plotka, and Nile Pierre

September 28, 2017

With a recent No. 1 Party School ranking, it cannot be denied that going out at Tulane is a unique experience. For those with identities outside the white straight cis majority, party culture is a different situation entirely.

Brain Waves: What I really hear when you call me ‘Spicy’

Brain Waves: What I really hear when you call me 'Spicy'

Anonymous

May 2, 2017

I throw a funeral for myself on four days of the year. Four days of the year that have been edged onto the insides of my eyelids, so even when I close my eyes I cannot forget. I cannot unsee. It has been 465 days since the first time I was raped, 406 since the second time, 176 since the third. ...

Brain Waves: Brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin

Brain Waves: Brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin

Anonymous

May 2, 2017

Brown hair. Brown eyes. Brown skin. I remember little from my childhood and even less from the years I lived with my parents. I do remember looking up to my mother, always thin with skin like snow, the feel of her soft blond hair and the gaze of her blue-green eyes. I remember her face when people...

Brain Waves: On being unwanted, my experience as an undocumented citizen

Brain Waves: On being unwanted, my experience as an undocumented citizen

Anonymous

April 30, 2017

I had just turned six the first time I saw snow. It was New York during the winter of 2003. I had a broken right tibia, so I couldn't do much, but it was magical moment nonetheless. I remember at least a foot of powdery snow over acres of backyard, though it was really just a few inches of dirty slus...

Brain Waves: ‘Negro’

Brain Waves: 'Negro'

Nile Pierre, Associate Intersections Editor

April 30, 2017

To the boy in my 8 a.m.: That day was the first time I felt comfortable enough to give my opinion in this class the entire semester. For a minute, I felt like more than a black body trespassing on private property, loitering in a classroom. The class was discussing 1868, far from the context o...