Charlie Hebdo and the Responsibility of Privilege

In the aftermath of the Charlie Hebdo attacks, I’ve often been asked why I refused to follow suit and post #JeSuisCharlie on my social media accounts. I’ll be honest—I’ve read some great articles and some terrible ones arguing the rights and wrongs of both the comic writers and the attackers. However, I find that the … Continue reading

American Primacy

Written February 2014 With the civil war in Syria overflowing with accounts of horrific violence, the world has repeatedly asked President Obama what he plans to do about it. Last September America threatened to intervene militarily when Bashar Al Assad crossed the imaginary red line drawn by the U.S. on chemical weapons. Obama argued, “when … Continue reading

Language Borders: Linguistic Mapping in Beirut

For the Multilingualism Across Disciplinary Borders Conference at the AUB in April 2014, I (Alice Kezhaya) presented my ongoing research project at the poster sessions. In multilingual Beirut, it’s general knowledge that in certain areas, certain languages dominate over others. I happen to live on a street that lies at the intersection of an English-dominated … Continue reading

Tumblr: Alice in Beirut & Languages in Contact

Here is a link to the archive of my Tumblr. At the time of writing this, I have 52 posts, but I will probably have more by the time anyone reads this, as I am updating it almost daily. Every post is adorned with tags and commentary. Arabizzi My first post on the Tumblr was … Continue reading

Identities & Representations

In a TED talk titled “The danger of a single story,” Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie describes her experience as a black Nigerian woman living in the US, explaining the tropes of what she calls “a single story” or when stereotypes simplify identities to create “no possibility of a connection as human equals.” The entire 20 minutes … Continue reading

An Entry for a Zine on Rape Culture

One afternoon when I was eight years old, I got off at my bus stop and none of my friends got off with me. At such a young age, I wasn’t quite sure of what I was afraid of exactly, but I knew that something on that long road to my alleyway seemed daunting. I … Continue reading