by Omar H. Ali, 46, Historian
My Abu (‘father’ in Urdu) is my favorite storyteller ... I grew up with stories of his childhood in India and later in his life: he and his best friend, Shafi, climbing neem trees in Puna; them trying to get back at a bully, but having their elaborate plan—with one of them crouching behind the bully while the other pushed him over—completely backfire (getting beat-up for a second time!); them tapping people’s heads from atop a wall as the clueless souls walked by not knowing what just happened; traveling by boat from India to…
by My Dad
My humanities moment happened a few days ago when I was talking to my father about college at a Mexican Restaurant. He talked to me about how lucky I was to be graduating high school and going to college in the fall. I didn't understand why it was such a big deal until he explained to me that since I'm adopted, I'm most likely the only one within my biological family to be going to college. It made me realize that many people didn't have the opportunities I have to go to a performing arts school and attend college. One of my closest friends…
by The POC lives that were lost and impacted to share
Growing up as a light skin slightly racially ambiguous black girl I never really experienced true discrimination. It took the violence toward POC to open my eyes and realize that racism isn't dead its just been lurking in the underbelly of our society. There have been several shows to come out discussing this difficult topic of race and privilege and these made me think about how hard it would be to live in a black mans shoes. How everyday can prove to be a new struggle possibly facing violence or various forms of discrimination. Being around…
by Scott Gartlan, Executive Director, Charlotte Teachers Institute
In this video, Scott Gartlan discusses his reaction to seeing Arthur Miller’s 1947 play All My Sons
and seeing deep connections between the play’s narrative and his own life story. He goes on to reflect on the power of storytelling to bridge generations and personal circumstances.
by Kevin Guthrie, founder/president, ITHAKA
About seven months ago, our son was in a tragic ski accident, and was in a coma for close to a month. And during that really painful time, we didn’t know what was going to happen. Was he ever going to wake up? Was he not going to wake up?
I, myself, couldn’t sleep and I was haunted all the time by thoughts of what might happen to him in the future, and how did this happen, and thinking about the past. And I remember thinking in one of those late-night moments about “The Odyssey” and about the description of the sirens on the banks. Of…
by Ina Dixon
A letter from Ina's grandfather, written just before the Battle of the Bulge in WWII.