“Not even water?!”

The smell of coffee tingled Marwa's nostrils as she breathed in deeply. She shook her head and sighed. It was the first day of Ramadan. First day she couldn't drink her usual cup of hot hazelnut coffee with french vanilla cream. First day of the blessed month. Glancing at her gold watch, she knew she …

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An Analysis: Power and Being Black in America

The stories around me that are being told are the stories of being Black in America. Thinking about the different modalities, especially visual, the portrayals of the mistreatment of Black people in the media is a story that I am told on a daily basis. Whether it is on news programs, or on television programs, …