When people think of athletes who have made significant contributions to sports and repeatedly defied expectations, more often than not, the person who comes to mind is Black. Michael Jordan, Jackie Robinson,...
The Black Student Union (BSU) hosted a panel discussion titled “Black Girls Rock: A Panel Discussion on Black Womanhood” on Feb. 24. The panel discussion was a part of UTSA’s Black History Month...
As part of UTSA’s Black History Month festivities, the Dreamers Resource Center hosted a panel discussion titled “A Conversation on Amplifying the Black Immigrant Voices.” The panel discussion focused...
The year is 1969. July 24, 1969, to be exact. Neil Armstrong has landed on the moon, the Manson family is soon to enact their bloody rampage and it is the summer of Woodstock. Though, on this day, a seminal...
“For I owe more to the dead, with whom I will spend a much longer time, than I ever will to the living,” (Sophocles, 90-92) Antigone wails to her sister, Ismene. Sophocles’ “Antigone” is a living,...
UTSA has a full lineup of events commemorating Black History Month. Check out the video to learn more about how you too can learn more about black history through educational workshops, book clubs, wellness...
Black History Month was created to remember important individuals and events in Black history. Black History Month originally began as Negro History Week, created in 1926 by Dr. Carter G. Woodson, an African...
Senior lecturer and Director of African American Studies Karla Broadus partnered with the San Antonio Public Library’s Igo Branch to support Black History Month, presenting a lecture on a new book by...
Growing up, the only black entrepreneurs that I was ever aware of were famous. Actors like Will Smith, singers like Beyoncé and talk show hosts like Oprah Winfrey; and even then they were just..wealthy,...
To be completely honest, I was shaking my head while writing that title. Shaking my head more so at the fact that ‘dating a black girl’ has to be a thing. Trying sushi, going to yoga classes, being...
I remember my scalp burning; that meant the relaxer was working. I never sweat it though. “Beauty is pain,” I would tell myself as I imagined the admiring looks I’d get in the hallways. My hair...
The moss that swing on the trees of the south still feel the fingertips of slaves that hugged them in the night; desperate to find the direction of the north.
A mother’s swollen breast leaks milk for...
