Word on the Street

I spent election night in New York. As we took a break for outlets and wifi in the Port Authority Bus Terminal, we checked the election results as they rolled in.
November 10, 2016 at 3:17 am

I saw this opportunity to write a piece on my feelings about this election, and I jumped at the opportunity to create a laundry list of all the reasons why I'm upset, confused, and fearful.
November 10, 2016 at 3:16 am

When he started gaining last night, the first thing I thought of was Roe v. Wade.
November 10, 2016 at 3:16 am

I honestly couldn't take it last night.
November 10, 2016 at 3:14 am

I believed. I believed in a country that was good and hopeful, where women could be treated the same as men, where racial justice could be served, where immigrants like my grandmother could thrive, and where the LGBTQ+ community could be equal.
November 10, 2016 at 3:13 am

While we can't control the country, we have the power to make our campus a safe and supportive place.
November 10, 2016 at 3:13 am

Last night, I participated in the Solidarity Walk, a march led by a number of organizations up Walnut, across Locust, and down Spruce
November 10, 2016 at 3:11 am

I have never been more ashamed of this country. To put it lightly, it’s never a good sign when a gleeful Rudy Giuliani gets on MSNBC and, searching for a historical precedent, laughs and says that Trump is the next Andrew Jackson.
November 10, 2016 at 3:11 am

Yesterday I woke up with a broken spirit, mind, heart and body.
November 10, 2016 at 3:08 am

As I see so many of my friends declaring this election outcome a resounding victory for racism, sexism, homophobia etc., I hope instead that this election is a wakeup call that millions of Americans do not feel represented by the Washington establishment and feel they have no voice in the corridors of power.
November 10, 2016 at 3:08 am

Yesterday, at 3:00 p.m., I left campus to fulfill my civic duty. I returned to my middle school, in what most would consider as an affluent suburb of Philadelphia, one that is predominantly white, to vote for who I expected to be the first female President.
November 10, 2016 at 3:07 am

I woke up today, and, for the first time, I checked my privilege.
November 10, 2016 at 3:07 am

I have a friend.
November 10, 2016 at 3:06 am

I am going to be honest—I did not do enough this election. I left the voter registration efforts, GOTV efforts, canvassing efforts, and so much more to my peers who I perceive as being more "politically active" and "into politics" than I am. I will not make this mistake again. "Democracy is not a spectator sport" is a quote that has been tossed around often this election cycle.
November 10, 2016 at 3:06 am

Picture a family of three—a young–ish married couple and a four–month–old baby—sitting at an immigration office in Greece, all three with olive skin and varying degrees of curly hair.
November 10, 2016 at 3:06 am

On July 29, 2016, I came into work and planned to procrastinate in the morning by watching some of the speeches from the last day of the Democratic National Convention the night before.
November 10, 2016 at 3:06 am

As an American-Muslim woman, I’ve never felt so terrified about not only my future, but also the future of my community and my country. Ever.
November 10, 2016 at 3:04 am

My entire life I have struggled with my voter identity.
November 10, 2016 at 3:04 am

What upsets me most about this election is this: Trump’s victory is obviously shocking, and he won due to a crazy-high turnout from uneducated, low class voters throughout the country.
November 10, 2016 at 3:03 am

I am—like so many of us are—too tearful and bruised to speak coherently, to gather my thoughts and move beyond paralysis toward action.
November 10, 2016 at 3:02 am