When we insist on shared values and universal human experiences, we erase these productive differences and cripple the potential for equitable collaboration.
I not only survived the functional anarchy in India, but embraced it. The beauty of India is that things always find a way of working out even when it seems impossible.
I came to realize that “it’s complicated” adequately describes almost everything I’ve encountered in relation to Los Alamos and the Manhattan Project.
For Rose Abejero, a poet and environmentalist, livelihoods are not only the cause of destruction but the reason for protection. She’s just one example of the many perspectives that have reshaped my own this summer.
I recognized that I will always have to work to gain people’s trust and sometimes it won’t feel good. It will require me to reflect deeply, un-learn to re-learn, and be wholly uncomfortable.
As my internship ended, I thought about this project and how it still feels incomplete. There are hundreds more stories needing to be told, people eager to be given a voice.
Being a black woman has proved to be a roadblock when conducting research in India.
I recently attended a hearing on opening up the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to drilling for oil and gas. I also heard about the importance of the refuge – and even ran into some fellow Nic schoolers – at a rally outside the meeting.