Yesterday, I talked to a dear friend who is currently looking for an immigration lawyer that can help her re-enter the States so that she can return to continue her undergraduate studies in Vermont. I was numb after the call; I had never realized that this was going to be so personal.

This is the author’s first book review analysis attempting to understand the root causes of dystopian fiction through the lens of political, social, and economic factors, for the purpose of understanding modern day realities of existence and struggle.

World War II expressed Nationalism in all of its glory as a rationale for empire.  The antagonist nation in wool did the same, but with the high

"Give a man a fish he'll eat for a day , teach man how to fish he'll eat for the rest of his life"

On July 6, 2016 the Syracuse Peace Council kicked off Bikes4Peace pop-up bicycle repair clinics that assist youth in repairing their bicycles promoting cooperative action and a healthy environment.

"Give a man a fish he'll eat for a day , teach man how to fish he'll eat for the rest of his life"

On July 6, 2016 the Syracuse Peace Council kicked off Bikes4Peace pop-up bicycle repair clinics that assist youth in repairing their bicycles promoting cooperative action and a healthy environment.

"Give a man a fish he'll eat for a day , teach man how to fish he'll eat for the rest of his life"

On July 6, 2016 the Syracuse Peace Council kicked off Bikes4Peace pop-up bicycle repair clinics that assist youth in repairing their bicycles promoting cooperative action and a healthy environment.

Monday marked CNY Pride Week Day 1 and I had a moment of reprieve in my schedule—or perhaps the overwhelming emotions I am experiencing forced me to take respite—to join the vigil in downtown Syracuse to honor the Orlando Shooting victims, the vast majority of whom were black, Latinx, other people of color, and some possibly transgender. I have not had much time to process these events, as my heart is going to my friends in Orlando and to all of my community.

“Are you crazy?” “Are you out of your mind?” My friends’ concerns were foremost in my mind as I boarded Turkish Air Flight 706 bound for Kabul, Afghanistan. I had recently learned that US Embassy personnel no longer drive the streets of Kabul; they travel by helicopter.  As recently as October 3, 2015 the US military had “accidentally” bombed a Doctors Without Borders Hospital in the provincial capital Kunduz, north of Kabul, incinerating many patients as they lay in their beds.