Elizabeth Hopmann “THE CLIMATE CRISIS is what’s to come for our generation; and [adults,] failing to realize that they aren’t dead yet, either turn a blind eye, or lay the responsibility of this human made crisis on the shoulders of children.” States 12 year old Ida Schenck, when she addressed the New Orleans climate rally… Read More Does It Weigh On You At All?
Peter Osterlund TULANE UNIVERSITY is supposed to be a safe space for all students. College campus life in general is supposed to be a nurturing learning environment, allowing for personal growth and exploration. That is what an ideal college campus would look like. But a 2015 poll conducted by the Washington Post found that “20… Read More Campus Climate Change
Bridgette Valenti IN THE LEONIDAS neighborhood of Uptown New Orleans, three blocks down from South Claiborne Avenue, sits a small, unremarkable cafe with an even smaller sign, reading “Nola Vegan.” A pedestrian walking by might not notice it’s there at all. The exterior gives almost no indication of the surprising things happening inside the barred… Read More Fostering Understanding: New Orleans Takes Initiatives to Help Foster Kids
Jon Klein FOR AS LONG as I’ve followed basketball, I’ve never known a team to quietly exist in ambiguity in the NBA for as long as the New Orleans Pelicans have. With generational superstars coming few and far between, this team has had talent pass through its organization like a sail boat on Lake Pontchartrain.… Read More Bayou a Bucket Checking in on New Orleans’ Second Favorite Sports Team
Bowen Liu “THE CHINESE started to leave around the 1950s as Bourbon Street gained more and more attention. Nearly all traces that could be used to prove the existence of a Chinatown are gone,” says Winston Ho, a Chinese American who was born and raised in New Orleans. He has a PHD in History at… Read More Chinese Americans and Chinatowns: When They No Longer Need Each Other
Molly Kellogg THE ROOM is painted an off-white. Four walls. 3,057 bricks, but you’ll never stop counting. There aren’t any windows, so you can’t see the sky. But when it rains, the smell seeps in through the bricks. The AC broke months ago, so the sweat just layers and re-layers on your skin. When you… Read More A Cell of One’s Own
Stephanie Holden THE INTERSECTION of Bourbon and St. Ann streets is the heart of gay life in New Orleans. On any given Saturday night, three of the biggest gay bars in the city – Oz, Bourbon Pub Parade, and Napoleon’s Itch – have the streets teeming with drag queens and gay men in leather and… Read More Lesbians Have Nowhere Everybody Knows Their Name: the Paradox of Lesbian Bars in New Orleans