An ode to latinidad at Duke
In the months preceding my arrival at Duke, I clasped onto my hometown of El Paso tightly — a vibrant cradle of Latine culture nestled by the borderland whose lessons of love and raíces I feared abandoning as I ventured into the privileged city on a hill of college. Cognizant of the effort required to find belonging in an institution not built with me in mind, I walked hesitantly into the Bryan Center. With one foot in my border community and the other in La Casa, my worries dissipated at the welcoming hellos and friendly banter of Duke’s noble, grounded and hardworking Latinx students.