In-Betweeners by Flavia Martinez ’18


During my freshman year, I wrote an article for the Indicator about cultural assimilation. I discussed coming to terms with being half Mexican-American and half white. With a topic so large, I didnt necessarily come to a conclusion. The piece was more of a reflection on identity. I expressed the need/desire for second and third generation minorities to keep in touch with their roots. Looking back, I feel like Id been grasping at something else. Throughout the course of Amherst Uprising, I slowly realized what it was.

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On Self-Love by Shatoyia Jones ’19


      Today, I am a confident female with active goals and dreams so big that I tend to become uncomfortable telling others about them. I am of African-American, Indian, and Caucasian descent. I consider myself a child of God, who happens to be my Heavenly Father.  Thus, I am royalty and entitled to the desires of my heart if it be in His will. I am full of hope, love, compassion, generosity, and humility.  I am the lyrics I listen to and the things I am passionate about. Continue reading On Self-Love by Shatoyia Jones ’19

Reflections on Amherst Uprising by Sara Schulwolf ’17

Wake-Up Call

When I woke up on the morning of November 12th, 2015, grudgingly emerging from beneath my warm blanket, my first thought was of a phone interview scheduled for later that day. My second thought was wondering if I’d have enough time to grab a quick breakfast. My third, whether I could find any clean pants within the tangle of laundry on my floor.

Later that day, as I sat on the floor of Frost Library listening to my peers of color present testimonial after testimonial describing pain, anguish, and suffering, I considered the thoughts that I had not had. The thoughts that it had not been necessary for me to have the instant I got out of bed. Continue reading Reflections on Amherst Uprising by Sara Schulwolf ’17

Coming Out by Spencer Quong ’18

Sitting in the Snow

There’s one more thing you better understand. I have taught myself to sew, cook, fix plumbing, build furniture – I can even pat myself on the back when necessary – all so I don’t have to ask anyone for anything. There’s nothing I need from anyone except for love and respect. And anyone who can’t give me those two things has no place in my life.”

– Arnold, Torch Song Trilogy 

When I first came out to myself, I was alone. I was away at boarding school, walking out of the dining hall. I remember it was dark outside, and I stepped away from the lamp-lit path so that no one would see me crying. I wanted to be found, because I desperately wanted someone to just ask me what was wrong, so that all the weight could be forced off my chest. I suddenly knew that I was gay – that’s what I was called – and that’s what I would need to tell my parents someday. Continue reading Coming Out by Spencer Quong ’18