We continue our series of reflections on names and naming with a poem by Sarah Isabelle. Sarah Isabelle Hayes My name is only two thirds of me Mama told me I’m named after her favorite grandma, Grandma Billy Her name was Isabelle, but that was too girly for her So they called her Billy She […]
The SALSA Collective is delighted to share writing by students at Trinity University in San Antonio, TX. In early 2019, Eilidh spent a semester at Trinity as a Fulbright Royal Society of Edinburgh Visiting Scholar working with the inimitable Prof Norma Cantú. In our class ‘Latinx Cultural and Artistic Expressions’ we read and discussed Sandra […]
This year the British Association for American Studies (BAAS) funded two successive annual conference panels that support, promote, and feature the production of research by and about people of color, LGBTQ+ communities, and disability communities. This ‘Targeted Research Panel’ provided the opportunity to “foster and forward research that attends to and includes historically marginalised communities […]
What kind are you? You’re Native American, What type? Says the lady as she sits with curlers setting her hair, looking up at me, bewildered as to why I am slightly bewildered. I am the native whose history has no copy right laws protecting its existence. I am the native whose grandfather has lived almost […]
In 2016, I spent a year living in Santiago, Chile as part of my degree. Amongst the many aspects of Chilean culture that captivated me throughout my time there, two elements particularly stood out for me. One was the incredible influence of the copper mining industry and the other was inequality. Chile is one of […]
University College Cork 24 November 2018 From the earliest moments of its existence, the optimistic dream of America has been underpinned by a much darker sense of anxiety and paranoia. Whether embodied in early colonial fears of nefarious witches corrupting pious Puritan settlements, Cold-War fantasies of “reds under the bed,” or porous borders unable to […]
I thought I understood Bolivia. At least, in the months and years preceding my three-month trip there in late 2017, I had read extensively about Evo Morales and the indigenous revolution which swept through the social and political landscape of the country with such unstoppable force over twelve-years ago. From that moment onwards, under the […]
