The year I turned thirteen, I became radicalized. I was not radicalized in a literal sense, as I was too young and too naive to understand the power I wielded. However, the year I turned thirteen, my innocence was ripped from my grasp and I was left to nurse the fleshy open wounds of fury and fear.
Languishing in the sunshine while sprawled on the campus green sounds reminiscent of cinematic depictions of college campuses. However, with every added building and landscape, local families are left with no place to call home. Finding a place in the sun is easy, building a home isn’t.