I remember stopping by the Observer’s table when I visited Tufts for Jumbo Days. I picked up an issue, and my dad immediately squeezed my arm and said, “You’re going to work for them.” He was right, as dads often {infuriatingly} are. Just a few months later I squeezed into the Crane Room for a
Author: Alexandra Benjamin
CW: graphic sexual violence In early 2018, a young, rising political star of the Republican party became engulfed in scandal and chaos. 44 year-old first-term Missouri Governor Eric Greitens was accused of sexual assault and attempt at blackmail by a woman with whom he had previously admitted to having an affair. Later, he would also
The 2020 Presidential Election lies over a year away, but already, Americans have a growing list of potential Democratic options to choose from. Re-energized Democrats are determined to defeat President Trump, but many, including myself, are struggling to pick their candidate. All the contenders appear to be supporting variations of a similar, fairly progressive platform.
On November 18, the New York Times released a five-part article series entitled “China Rules” that overviews the country’s rising power and mounting tensions with the United States. The series begins by commenting that, “[China] didn’t like the West’s playbook, so they wrote their own.” The Times coverage tells a story that has increasingly come
Tram T. Nguyen graduated from Tufts University in 2008. She then completed law school at Northeastern University in 2013, and soon after began working as a legal aid attorney with Greater Boston Legal Services. In April 2018, Tram took leave from her job to run for State Representative against Republican incumbent Jim Lyons in the
Last October, the Tufts Observer spoke to Ayanna Pressley about her 2009 election to the Boston City Council. As the first woman of color elected to the Council in its 100-plus years of existence, Pressley’s victory was groundbreaking—described by some as a “political earthquake.” Despite this, Pressley remained modest about her achievement. “I am
it’s late and dark when i pull into Exasperation Station; i’d almost turned back because the wells seemed all run-dry and, as usual, no one was at my service tonight. so i keep on along the faded road, named after Disappointment that smells like summer, but only at the times that it was quiet
bitters Alexandra Benjamin The other day I began to wonder if you were an acquired taste like black coffee and red wine or sometimes both at once I wonder because it certainly took a year of circumstance and random chance to circle back and finally stop feeling like the word re-try meant waste
I was young at the library In a way, so were you. I don’t think about it much, until you call to remind me how verdant the earth used to be in our patch of Good Hope. And I cry because I’m learning that guilt is like time– there’s too much until there’s
Curious, You’ll never know How resonant the sound How fitting, profound– Those words in the wind You said just listen, just read It’s now the only air I breathe Curious In the ground at twenty-seven, Leagues under Leaving me to wonder At peace, Scott-free, Those words unsaid And dirt beneath my feet How
Many of us grew up reluctant to eat our vegetables. Early childhood was the age of shrieking in terror and defiance as a forkful of broccoli not-so-craftily disguised as an airplane came gliding at them across the table—refusing their peas, their carrots, their brussels sprouts. But what many don’t realize is that learning to “eat
“Well, I’m a bit of a nomad.” That was my 22-year-old cousin’s response the last time I heard someone ask where she was from. If they had asked me, I would have told them she was from Sydney, Australia, but as she knew, that isn’t the whole story. Like much of my family, she was born in South Africa. She