Mosely is an artist with a talent for uplifting which he puts into his music as well as his activism. His energetic performance both as a performer and speaker made him so engaging. Yet, during his performance, he acknowledged his growing years.
Compiled by Shyla Gheek, a second-year student at UBC, Isolating with Our Minds an anthology raising funds for the Indian relief fund of the COVID-19 hit the anthology bestsellers list on its first day.
Row on row of classroom desks sit empty, with darkened overheads, the noisy banter signalling a lecture’s end not soon to be heard.
At the event, I found myself in an environment where I didn’t feel as though I was being ‘othered.’ I didn’t have to politely explain why I speak English so well or brush off prolonged awkward stares. It was one of the first experiences that helped me believe that I and had a role to play on this campus.
I’m sitting in Rare Books and Special Collections (RBSC), in the basement of Irving K. Barber Learning Centre, and I hold in my hands a piece of literary history. I’m holding the second draft manuscript of a novel called Under The Volcano by English writer Malcolm Lowry.
Wandering through the aisles of the MOA and allowing my mind to wander with me, impulsively opening drawers at a whim and enjoying the unexpected findings is the perfect way to decompress.
This time on Hidden Treasures, we dive into Oceania and the various aspects of their many cultures: weapons, ceremonies, and human subjects.
Given the current tense climate, it has been three months since any comedy shows have taken place in person. With the current social distancing protocols, a show available through online streaming may be the next best thing.
This National Indigenous History Month, Indigenous students are sharing their experiences at UBC. From classroom debates to leadership across campus.
While most of these statements emphasized the privilege of institutions such as art museums and galleries, they also lacked clarity — specifically around what actions institutions will take to combat systemic racism in either the short or long term.
The true narrative was changed & another created, and it was only Columbus that was celebrated.
Being Asian, to me, means knowing at the end of the day that the whole community is there for each other, ready to face the good and the bad side by side.
Do not mispronounce it. I do not want to correct you twice.
I can't see myself in the signal's static. I speak but I only hear your cadence. :// Bàba, how do you say this word in Chinese?
I wish I could tell myself these answers, but identity, no matter what it’s based on is always constructed and deconstructed. Built-up and destroyed.
I hardly knew some of the people there yet it was, in some comforting, familiar way, its own family meal.
You will watch and read content from cultural icons of my time. You will gain a balanced appreciation for the arts to complement your university application and become inspired by the wits of Ali Wong, David Chang and Awkwafina.
Behind my face mask, I felt tomato bits stuck in my mouth. But I couldn’t let anybody know they were there. I had to prove myself through the fluency of my English that I was from here just like everyone else. That I was not the other.
After being in Vancouver for so long, I find myself struggling to tell my mother about my day in Chinese, bogged down by English jargon and unable to explain my studies to my grandmother and giving up on reading Chinese altogether.
The grocery store can’t replace my parents’ cooking or my brother’s sarcasm or my family’s love, but I guess it’s good enough for now.
As the days passed, it became increasingly apparent that we as Asian-Canadians did not belong. I was sporting a Korean-inspired fringe at the time, which seemed to warrant additional attention such as textbook ‘are you from China?’ racial comments.
Celebrating our culture and history here in Canada and around the world also means celebrating the content and creators who help us to understand ourselves and share our experiences with one another.