My name is Elisa Broche, and I have the absolute privilege of serving as your Editor-in-Chief I’m an international student from Honduras and a senior studying Communications with a concentration in Film. Whether this is your first time reading Horseshoe or you’re a returning reader welcome! And if you’re here for the funky, weird, and wonderful, then you’re definitely in the right place
Storytelling is my obsession. I thrive on offbeat narratives, bold creativity, and the kind of chaotic brilliance that makes you laugh, cry, or question reality (sometimes all at once) My watchlist is as wild as my passion for media ranging from the surreal madness of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to the razor-sharp intensity of Breaking Bad, with a side of existential absurdity from Rick and Morty And, of course, Banana Fish because emotional devastation is part of the cinematic experience
But beyond just loving stories, I believe in their power. The best ones challenge perspectives, amplify voices that need to be heard, and stay with you long after the final scene That’s exactly what Horseshoe Magazine is about
Every edition, our goal is to make this a space where all students writers, photographers, artists, designers, and anyone with a story to tell feel seen and valued. We’re expanding our digital presence, compiling a monthly online edition, and making Horseshoe a platform where creativity runs wild (within reason mostly)
So, if you’ve got an idea, a wild perspective, or something cool to share, consider this your invitation to join us Let’s make every issue something unforgettable
Stay weird, stay brilliant, and keep reading!
Elisa Broche Lopez
Editor-in-Chief, Horseshoe Magazine
horshoemag@newhaven.edu
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Joshua Lozano
Joshua Lozano joins Horsehoe Magazine as an aspiring writer, bringing with him a lifelong passion for storytelling. Writing has always been a part of him, but now he's taking the next step by sharing his work with the campus community
Born in New Jersey, Joshua has a deep appreciation for the arts, creativity, anime, film, and literature. He is currently majoring in Esports and Gaming , with an expected graduation this spring. An avid reader, he is currently immersed in The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. With a passion for storytelling and world-building, Joshua hopes to one day pursue a career in game development and writing , bringing immersive narratives to life
Dear Chargers,
I would like to congratulate the staff of the Horseshoe Magazine on its first issue of the spring semester, and I am pleased to have the opportunity to share a few words with our University community.
It is definitely an exciting time to be a Charger There are many initiatives taking place across campus as part of our vision to become a global powerhouse for preparing the next generation of elite talent to excel in the workforce of the future We are continually creating new preferred partnerships and pathway opportunities with some of the most successful companies in the region – and beyond Our goal is to maximize the outcomes of our graduates as well as the investment you and your families are making to pursue a college degree
Remember, your success is personal to us. We are here to support you every step of the way. The best piece of advice I can give you is to immerse yourself in everything the University has to offer. Use the many opportunities you have in and out of the classroom as a springboard for the rest of your life.
For those of you who are in your last semester of your current academic journey, I encourage you to finish strong and to take advantage of the many resources available to you to help jumpstart your career. Make sure your resume is in Handshake, and keep your professors posted as you secure post-graduation opportunities. I look forward to celebrating you at Commencement.
I offer everyone my best wishes for a productive and enjoyable Spring semester. I truly see no ceiling on what you can achieve now and in the future Go Chargers and, as always, Power On!
All my best
President Frederiksen
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On January 27th, 2025, a notable faculty member and beloved Communications professor was awarded the prestigious MLK Vision Award The award recognizes professors and students who show and exemplify Dr King's teachings and spirit for diversity, equality, a sense of justice, and freedom for all. The faculty winner of this award was none other than producer and communications professor Wayne Edwards
Wayne Edwards has been teaching at the university for eight years. He has over 25 years of experience in the Communications and Broadcasting field Edwards's experience in broadcasting over his long career allowed him to garner expertise in media production, programming, journalism, and the strategic use of technology in media. During this time, Edwards amassed a plethora of accomplishments Edwards’ work at ESPN during the 2010 FIFA World Cup demonstrated his communication skills It highlighted his ability to adapt to the fast-paced and dynamic nature of live sports broadcasting The Emmy Award he received in recognition of his work "ed” reflects his exceptional contributions to the field of media and sports journalism That same year, Edwards received the NAMIC Vision Award, which recognizes excellence in portraying ethnic diversity in communications, and the New York Festivals Gold Award, a testament to his outstanding contributions to global media throughout his career
Despite his significant professional success, Edwards always shares his triumphs, first and foremost, with his family. As a devoted husband and father, he places immense value on the support and love of his wife and children, often celebrating his accomplishments before sharing the news with his colleagues and social media platforms
"I always share what I've done with the wife and kids," he said, "we ’ re a team, and my success means success for everyone, so I've always been excited to tell them whenever I've won an award "
At the University of New Haven, Edwards has brought his industry experience into the classroom, teaching courses in broadcasting, media production, communication theory, and digital media His nononsense teaching style, coupled with his unwavering commitment to student success, has prepared hundreds of students for the fast-paced, ever-evolving world of media while encouraging them to reflect critically on their strengths and challenges
Edwards quickly became a staple of the University of New Haven's Communications department as a process notorious for teaching his students real-life less related to the field they chose
While most professors approach their students with consistent optimism and support, Edwards has never been afraid to tell the truth as it was.
“I recognize that success isn’t objective and varies from student to student,” he said, “but there have been times that a student would simply not have passed the class no matter how hard they tried, and I've had to encourage students to drop the class to save their GPA,” he said.
Despite not sugarcoating the truth, Edwards always has his student's careers and well-being in mind.
"While I wouldn't want them to drop the class due to mistakes being made since I really want to keep all my students," he said, “sometimes the best choice isn't to try and push through but to step back and reevaluate their path. They find an alternative that suits their learning style more, which is great."
Beyond teaching, Edwards stays active in the media industry through consulting and professional development, ensuring he stays up-to-date on the latest trends and technologies. His unique blend of professional expertise, honest teaching philosophy, and commitment to family has not only made him an influential and respected figure but also an inspiring role model in education and broadcasting
"Trust your instincts," said Edwards, "a lot of what you do is going to involve other people, and you need to trust your gut when it comes to making the hard decisions and tough calls "
Haiden Leach Managing Editor 2 AM
Did you recognize my name? Maybe not, let me introduce myself! My name is Haiden Leach, and I am a senior here at the University of New Haven Where do I reside on this campus, you ask? Well, I know you didn’t, but I’m telling you anyway! Surprise it’s the best place ever, our communications department! I bounce between Maxcy Hall and the Newsroom in our Bergami Science Center You are reading this article because I am the new columnist for the Horseshoe magazine, and we are starting on this journey together. Last year, I was fortunate enough to write for our sister media in the school newspaper! I took on the role as the Politics editor in our Fall 2024 semester, and it unlocked a passion for me that I now want to pursue post-grad education After stepping down from that role, I was seeking something to fillmytimeandthevoidIhadinmysemester
What I’m seeking in this column is for everyone who reads it to connect with my content I named it the 2 AM Perspective because, at 2 AM, we often have our deepest thoughts I want to hear from my readers and anyone interested in writing for me about what you’d like to see in this column What’s on your mind? Do you crave life advice from students who are living it? Campus drama? A thought-provoking OP/ED to spark discussion? Staff and studentrecommendations?
This space is a shared one both yours and mine so let’s make it meaningful together! Ideas are never bad and can bemoldedintoamazingthings!
This housing addition would possibly make students enrolled now even happier due to the ongoing battle of not having enough spots for commuters on campus I'm just going to say it because we all think it: why can residents park on campus? It makes no sense, and those should be the cars at North and commuters and staff on campus
Maybe this is just a 2 am perspective, but we all find ourselves cussing out the lack of spots when the clock is inching closer to class starting
As a final thought, I leave my readers with this question that I’m still trying to answer myself Why exactly did we take those parking spots away for the Sheffield
If you're feeling especially excited about the upcoming summer, here are some important things to remember Stay ontopofyourassignments yourgradesareonlyasstrongas the effort you put in If you're struggling in a class, contact cdc@newhavenedu for tutoring and academic support They offer specialized programs to help you meet professors' expectationsandsucceed Ifyou’refallingbehindbuthesitant tospeakup,prioritizeyourwell-being Burnoutisreal;pushing yourself too hard can make or break your semester If challenges arise beyond your control don’t hesitate to seek helpfromprofessorsorpeers they’reheretosupportyou
As a university community, we grow and learn together, supporting each other through every challenge and success
Whether you're facing academic hurdles, mental health struggles or simply adjusting to new experiences, remember that you are not alone We foster a culture of kindness and understanding, creating an environment where everyone can thrive Take care of yourself, uplift those around you, and embrace every opportunity this journey offers both inside andoutsidetheclassroom
The semester isn’t over yet, so don’t worry my sappy tactics will be a surprise tool we’ll need later! Enjoy every moment until you reread this article Then, it’s for real Graduation is graduallyapproaching,butlet’skeepitatarm’slength
As always, I’d love to hear from anyone who reads my work! Evenifyouhavenothingspecifictosayorjustwanttohavea conversation, I’d love to hear from you Keep sending in suggestions for topics you’d like to read about, whether from my perspective or someone else’s And remember there’s always someone out there thinking about some version of a 2 am perspective
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Haiden Leach- Managing Editor
When you saw my article title, how did it make you feel? Do you think the fearoffinalsiscreepinguponyou?Orareyoualreadylookingaheadtoyour big summer vacation? No matter which side you're on this piece is here to help Thisweek,we’llnavigatetheemotionsthatcomewitheachsemester
Many of you Gossip Girl lovers have expressed a desire for more personal pieces You crave the same attention to everyday struggles as those who find interest in other campus topics Why should you trust me? That’s a greatquestion BecauseI’vebeenhereforfiveyears Yes,five don’tjudge I had to switch majors It happens During that time, I sat right where you are, uncertain about how to feel And I know that’s the case for many of you because you clicked on this article Feelings are hard to navigate, and the stressofschoolmakesthatchallengeevengreater
Remember to prioritize your mental health and physical well-being Practicinggoodhygieneandstayingawareofinclementweatherconditions can help maintain your physical health Try coloring, breathing exercises or even therapy If you need support while at school, reach out to caps@newhavenedu for psychological services and counseling This is a great way to express your feelings, gain support or seek guidance Additionally, therapy dogs visit campus throughout the semester to support students Our university’s furry friends Ace, Jarvis, Gunny and Titan are here to help Feelings can be overwhelming, but taking the time to process, understand and educate yourself about them makes all the difference Talking about emotions makes them easier to manage, and people are alwaysheretohelp
I Can't Worry About My Future When I'm So Worried About a Nation’s Past: A Look Into Title IX:
JADE EDWARDS- FIGUEROA Investigative Editor
"No person in the United States shall, based on sex, be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of, or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving federal financial assistance."
These are the words of Title IX, a law drafted by Patsy Mink and Edith Green to combat discrimination in schools following the Civil Rights Act of 1964
According to the University of New Haven’s website, the Title IX office handles reports and complaints regarding sexual harassment, sexual violence, relationship violence and stalking. The website also outlines the process for filing a Title IX report and the different options available for those who have experienced these situations.
To better understand Title IX policies, it's important to define key terms, such as consent. According to the law, consent is an active, knowing and voluntary exchange of affirmative words and/or actions that indicate a willingness to participate in a particular sexual activity The law states that individuals capable of providing consent must be above the legal age of consent 16 in Connecticut not incapacitated in any way and not silent when consent is requested.
Beyond consent, the Title IX office and the university’s website provide additional definitions for various forms of discrimination. According to the university’s Title IX nondiscrimination statement, “The University is committed to preventing or eliminating all forms of gender-based discrimination in its education programs or activities by its commitment to Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972.”
Andi Rivera, a freshman music and sound recording major, shared their perspective on diversity and resources at the university.
“I think it’s diverse, or they try to be, at least. I've come out to a couple of professors before as trans, and they've never tried to make me feel like I'm not what I am,” Rivera said. They added that professors have provided them with resources and connected them with student organizations after coming out Rivera, like many queer students, expressed gratitude for the university’s resources aimed at preventing discrimination. However, they also pointed to a concern about racial diversity.
"Most of the people I know are white, especially in the music department. Most students there are white," Rivera said. While they don’t feel singled out, the lack of Hispanic students they’ve encountered raises concerns about diversity on campus
The university has several preventative measures in place, including mandated reporters. Mandated reporters are faculty and staff excluding health providers and counselors who are required to report misconduct to the Title IX office to help ensure student safety. Reports, whether made by a mandated reporter or a student, are kept confidential.
The Title IX office also offers support services for students who may be unsure if their experiences fall under the law The university’s website lists several reasons to contact a caseworker, including:
Seeking to understand one’s options after experiencing sex discrimination or sexual misconduct.
Learning of a situation that may warrant a university investigation.
Needing guidance on how to handle a situation that indirectly affects them.
Seeking informal remedies or administrative measures to de-escalate or alleviate a difficult situation. Having questions about university policies and procedures
To file a Title IX report on campus, students can contact Title IX Coordinator Barbara J. Lawrence at BLawrence@newhaven.edu or call (203) 932-7269. Reports may also be submitted through the university’s incident report form, which follows the Policy on Sexual and Gender-Based Interpersonal Violence and Harassment and the Non-Discrimination Policy. Anonymous reports may be made to on- and off-campus counseling centers.
PHOTOJOURNALISM
Connor Trabal
Contributing Writer
Abandoned Norwich State Hospital
Sprawled across approximately 800 acres on the Norwich / Preston town line is Norwich State Hospital, a ruin of what once was a pioneer in psychiatric treatments Opened in 1904, the state hospital grew from 1 building on 100 acres to 90 buildings on roughly 800 acres In the 1950s, the hospital had a peak patient population and was fully self-sufficient It operated two garages, greenhouses, barns, and paint shops Patients had access to various amenities, including a movie theater, dance hall, kitchen, and cafeteria Additionally, some patients participated in specialized programs that offered trade and finance classes
Close to 400 acres of Norwich State Hospital are going to be turned over to Mohegan once the cleanup is complete Many of the buildings have been torn down and the ones left standing are going to be part of a large-scale renovation
of the administrative building during sunset.
Every small noise made my skin crawl as I walked through the long corridors of these buildings, the gothic structures paired with norwich state hospital's dark history added to the anxiety Each room echoed a story of a once prosperous community, chips of concrete and glass scream under my feet. Beds and dressers that were once full now lay vacant and rotting, reminiscing on better days Every room seemed to have a question that was unanswered, why would they leave their patients files behind? What happened here? I couldn't help but think of the history of this complex, both the good and the bad The hospital closed in 1996 due to decreasing patient population and patient mistreatment / abuse, but before their doors closed for good they were pioneers in psychiatric treatments and medications that are still used today
image of the administrative building on the property through a window covered in vines. Photo courtesy of @ct.forgotten on instagram
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Photo courtesy of @ct.forgotten on instagram
image of vandalized granite staircase in the administrative building. Photo courtesy of @ct.forgotten on instagram
The psych building was torn down a long time ago with a few people reporting that Mohegan had burned sage for up to four days after the demolition highlighting the impact of the hospital's dark history The highlight of my tour through Norwich State Hospital was the administrative building, never before have I seen an abandoned building with such grand and beautiful architecture When I first walked into the main staircase portion I was in absolute awe at the sheer height of the ceilings, the granite railings and stairs convey the strong presence that this hospital once had here I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to destroy such beautiful craftsmanship, what was the point? Even though I didn't like that this place was maliciously destroyed, it does make for a better comeback story
Travelling further into the property, I discovered a portion of the old tunnel system that wasn't demolished yet the only problem was nearly a foot of water that covered the floor Naturally, I got my friends together We grabbed some waterproof boots and headed back fully prepared for the expedition Each of us walked into the water slowly in a single file line, brushing past debris hanging from the roof As we walk further into the tunnel our flashlights seem to work less and less The darkness of the tunnel ate everything that wasn't directly illuminated by a flashlight, mice ran along the pipes next to us, and water was dripping from the ceiling onto us but we were determined to find out how far we could go The frightening part was seeing pieces of the roof that had fallen onto the floor We tried to be cautious, but in hindsight we should have left right then Making it to the end, I was glad we were leaving but dreading the walk back through the tunnel Once we relished in our accomplishment, we headed out of the facility That was enough adventure for one day
Developing places like these is vital for a coherent community We can get rid of hazardous areas and recycle them so they can serve our society again Upcycling abandoned places is not a new idea and has been proven to be cost effective in places like Italy where they use abandoned buildings as positive energy buildings that generate electricity These historic places sometimes get money from the state to help with renovation costs Renovation of this property is a big win not only for the historic community, but also the citizens of Preston and Norwich that have been anticipating this project Even though approximately 400 acres is going to be renovated, that still leaves nearly half of the property untouched not accounting for roads, water, and unused land The main half of the campus is currently being renovated, meanwhile houses and buildings off to the side decay more everyday
The town of Preston sold their side to Mohegan, which leaves the question of what Norwich is going to do with their portion of the property After further investigation Norwich seems to own the employee housing and some other buildings on the opposite side of the road from the hospitals main campus Is Norwich State Hospital finally getting the attention it deserves? Will we renovate or demolish the buildings that are unaffected by the ongoing project? Each one of us has an obligation to pay attention to the abandoned buildings in our communities and hold our elected officials accountable for the safety hazards that can be created by these places Abandoned buildings can influence crime and property value directly affecting the investments of regular people The renovation of this property is a step in the right direction in Connecticut's ongoing battle with vacancy, and it's our job to finish it
An Ode to Piquet
Hannah Loosman - Photojournalism Editor
My brother is nine years older than me, practically making me an only child. He was always going to leave our house and my life there was no doubt about it. I didn't know that back then because I was too young. My parents constantly bought me new pets to combat the loneliness I faced.
My first pet was a bearded dragon named Toothless We got her when I was in kindergarten She set the standards for who I would become. I never wanted to blend in, always craving to stand out, and having a pet lizard will undoubtedly make you stand out I would talk about my beloved beardie on every occasion. She would go to school events and my daycare Anywhere I could bring her, she was there. For the holidays, I wrote plays for us to perform In the summer, I filled up Tupperware for her to swim in, and nearly every day, we sat on the couch and watched TV together. She was my best friend.
The day she died, my dad still made me go to school Piquet was a belated Christmas gift. We got him and his brother, Bear, when I was in high school We went to the store, and when a white ferret with beady red eyes bit me in the face, I knew I had to have him.
Piquet did well to combat my solitude, but when I left for college, any loneliness, anxiety and sadness I had tried to suppress came rushing in through the cracks. I found myself falling apart quickly and often.
The first time I went home for winter break, I cried Even before I got home, I cried. Time at my house was frozen in a world I would never be a part of again. It felt like nothing was tying me to the life I used to know except for my disgusting, stinky, no-good ferrets.
This year, when I went home for break, Piquet died He was old, and I knew it was coming, but that didn’t change the fact that I didn’t want him to leave like everyone else had. Piquet saw me make shirts for spirit week in high school, trying and failing to tan in the backyard, and he was there for my horrible musical phase He met all my friends, even my college roommate. When he died, a piece of my childhood did, too
His death was slow and miserable. He didn’t eat, he couldn’t walk, and all we could do was wait. My Moob was a horrible, terrible creature who didn’t understand that biting hurt He slept through the vacuum cleaner and was so bottom-heavy he would fall down the stairs when he got out of his cage. He loved to be bounced like a baby and was scared of the bathtub I knew his ins and outs; he knew I would put him down if he licked my eye Watching him wither away made me feel helpless, and seeing him become a stranger, losing himself to his illness, was indescribable
PThe ferret cage is in my brother’s old room. His bed and all his belongings are long gone. The carpet is the same, and his books line some shelves like a ghost of the past. I spent years building myself up in that room, trying to be entertaining enough to capture my brother’s attention. When he moved out, I didn’t want to touch his stuff. Moving everything aside for my pets felt wrong.
Yet now, years have passed, and that’s all I know. A small piece of me still expects Piquet to be there. But I know neither he nor my brother will ever be in that room again. And so, I’m going to mourn my dead ferret and my dead childhood. I’ll hold onto Piquet, but my memories are quickly fading. I’ll see him in his Rice Krispies Treat coffin and try to remind myself that he was loved, just as I once was. He was so loved, but I don’t know if he ever knew it. He would get double treats, and I would sneak him into my parents’ bed when they weren’t home so that he could jump around. In return, he would lick the inside of my ear.
Prolonged death may be the worst kind. It’s not silent; it doesn’t sneak up on you, and you know it’s coming. You make plans and come to terms with it, yet it doesn’t feel real when it happens. Your bones grow weak and tired until you have to be fed through a syringe. Ultimately, you’ll still get buried in the backyard and find yourself right back where you started.
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The Madonna-Whore Complex and Malèna: A Film Analysis
Rosina Catapano-
Tobias
Sigmund Freud's Madonna-whore complex is a psychological theory that should keep people up at night Freud argued that some men categorize women into two distinct groups: the Madonnas, whom they view as pure, nurturing, and saintly, and the "whores," whom they see as sexual, promiscuous, and enticing The unsettling part? Men with this complex often struggle to be sexually attracted to the women they place in the Madonna category but can objectify and desire those they categorize as whores
Rosina Catapano-Tobias
Contributing Writer
One film that explores this theory in a striking way is the 2000 Italian film Malèna Set during World War II, the story is told from the perspective of a young boy, Renato, who experiences his first sexual awakening when he becomes infatuated with Malèna, a beautiful woman awaiting the return of her husband from war. Malèna captivates the entire town men admire her, while women grow jealous. However, when news spreads that Malèna's husband has died in battle, the town's perception of her shifts Men begin to desire her in a more sinister way, while the women accuse her of promiscuity She is even taken to court over allegations of an affair, and despite proving her innocence, her attorney assaults her, knowing she has no money to pay him
As time passes, Malèna's reputation deteriorates She is ostracized, denied work, and abandoned by her father After his death, she turns to prostitution, altering her appearance by dyeing her hair red and working in a brothel When Nazi occupiers leave the town, the local women take out their resentment on Malèna, beating her in public, ripping her clothes, and cutting off her hair Humiliated, she leaves the town.
But then, a twist her husband, who was thought to be dead, returns. When Malèna comes back to town with him, she is no longer the vibrant, confident woman she once was She is quieter, more reserved, and dresses conservatively The same women who once vilified her now treat her with respect, as she no longer poses a threat to them
So, how does Freud's theory apply to Malèna? The film offers a striking example of the Madonna-whore complex in action
At the beginning, Malèna is seen as a Madonna married, respectable, and admired from a distance. The town's men “respect" her marriage, but not Malèna herself. Renato, though infatuated, also sees her in this light, idealizing her beauty and grace
As her reputation is tarnished and her supposed widowhood makes her "available," the men begin to view her as a whore. They spread rumors, objectify her, and treat her as a temptation rather than a person Renato's perspective begins to shift after witnessing her assault, as he struggles to reconcile his idealized version of Malèna with the town's treatment of her.
Malèna, in turn, internalizes the town's perception of her Unable to find work, abandoned by her family, and out of options, she conforms to the role they impose on her. The women in town, convinced that they themselves are the Madonnas—pure, nurturing wives and mothers—see Malèna as a threat Instead of supporting her, they destroy her out of jealousy, enraged that their husbands desire another woman.
When Malèna returns with her husband, she is stripped of her sexuality in the eyes of the town, which allows her to be reaccepted No longer an object of desire, she is once again placed in the Madonna category, her past erased by her return to marriage and propriety.
The film is a layered exploration of how women are perceived and judged through the lens of male desire
Watching the story unfold through Renato's eyes adds an additional complexity, as he absorbs the attitudes of the men around him while experiencing his own sexual awakening Had the story been told from Malèna's perspective, it would have been an entirely different film. Malèna illustrates the double-edged sword of female beauty—the way it can inspire admiration and desire while also provoking envy and cruelty Through the lens of Freud's theory, the film becomes an unsettling reflection of the ways in which society forces women into rigid, damaging roles, leaving them little room to exist outside of them
SAMUEL L. JACKSON AND HIS LEGACY IN BLACK HISTORY: MORE THAN JUST MOVIES
ELISA BROCHE - EDITOR - IN- CHIEF
Samuel L Jackson is more than just a legendary actor he is a cultural force, an activist and a symbol of Black excellence in Hollywood As Black History Month is celebrated, it is essential to recognize iconic figures like Jackson, who have not only entertained audiences worldwide but also challenged racial stereotypes, uplifted Black voices and made noteworthy contributions to social justice His journey from the segregated South to becoming one of the highest-grossing actors in history is a testament to perseverance, resilience and the transformative power of representation in media
Born Dec 21, 1948, in Washington, D C , and raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee, Samuel Leroy Jackson grew up in a world deeply entrenched in racial segregation The injustices he witnessed during his formative years would later influence his activism and artistic choices Raised by his mother and grandparents, he excelled academically and attended Morehouse College, a historically Black institution in Atlanta Though he initially pursued a degree in marine biology his trajectory changed when he discovered acting, a passion that would ultimately shape his life
Morehouse was also the setting for his early activism, as Jackson became deeply involved in the civil rights movement In 1969 he and several students took over a campus building, holding Morehouse board members hostage in protest of the college’s failure to include more Black leaders in administrative positions and revise its curriculum to better reflect Black history and contributions The protest led to his temporary expulsion, but Jackson remained undeterred in his pursuit of activism and artistic expression
Despite setbacks, Jackson continued his education, later returning to Morehouse to complete his degree in drama He quickly immersed himself in theater, performing in plays that addressed social issues and racial dynamics His career gained traction in the 1970s and early 1980s, during which he worked closely with the Negro Ensemble Company in New York This experience honed his craft and introduced him to influential figures such as Morgan Freeman and Spike Lee
However, it was in 1994 that Jackson’s career truly skyrocketed with his role as Jules Winnfield in Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction His portrayal of the philosophical, Bible-quoting hitman became one of the most iconic performances in film history, solidifying his status as a Hollywood heavyweight The film’s success not only redefined his career but also demonstrated the power of Black actors in leading, multidimensional roles Jackson became one of the most sought-after actors in the industry, known for his distinctive voice, commanding presence and ability to bring intensity to any role he played
Over the years, Jackson has used his platform to push for greater Black representation in Hollywood He has been vocal about the industry’s history of marginalizing Black actors and filmmakers, calling for systemic change and improved opportunities His film choices often reflected his commitment to portraying complex and powerful Black characters
In A Time to Kill (1996), he played a father seeking justice in the face of racial violence, a role that resonated deeply with audiences In Django Unchained (2012), he took on the challenging role of Stephen, a house slave who aligns himself with his oppressors This performance sparked conversations about internalized racism and historical accuracy in cinema His portrayal of Nick Fury in the Marvel Cinematic Universe further cemented his influence, as the character became a central figure in one of the most successful film franchises ever This role showcased his versatility and highlighted the importance of diverse representation in blockbuster films
Jackson’s breakthrough came in the late 1980s when he appeared in Lee’s Do the Right Thing (1989) and Jungle Fever (1991) These films were critically acclaimed and notable for addressing racial tensions in America, with Jackson’s performances adding depth and authenticity to the narratives His role in Jungle Fever as a crack-addicted brother was so compelling that it earned him a special award at the Cannes Film Festival, marking him as an actor of extraordinary talent
Beyond his work in Hollywood, Jackson has remained committed to social justice He has supported various initiatives to empower Black communities, advocating for education voting rights and criminal justice reform His philanthropy includes contributions to organizations that provide scholarships and resources to underprivileged youth, ensuring that the next generation has opportunities that were once denied to many Black individuals
The best advice that was given to me was that I had to be 10 times smarter, braver and more polite to be equal. So I did.
Samuel L. Jackson
His outspoken nature has also made him an icon in political discourse, unafraid to use his voice to challenge racial inequality and discrimination Whether addressing systemic racism, police brutality or the importance of Black voting power, Jackson continues to be a vocal advocate for change
His impact extends far beyond the screen, inspiring countless Black actors and filmmakers to pursue careers in the industry without conforming to Hollywood’s often narrow portrayal of Blackness By taking on diverse roles from heroes and villains to historical legends and pop culture icons Jackson has shattered stereotypes and redefined what it means to be a leading Black actor His ability to navigate mainstream blockbusters and independent films with equal prowess demonstrates his unparalleled skill and adaptability
As one of the highest-grossing actors in history, with his films collectively earning billions at the box office, Jackson’s success is not just a personal achievement but a win for Black representation in Hollywood His journey from a young activist in the civil rights movement to a global superstar serves as a reminder of the progress that has been made and the work that still needs to be done Black History Month is about celebrating the past and recognizing the individuals who continue to shape the present and future Jackson is one such figure an actor, an activist and a trailblazer whose influence will be felt for generations to come
His legacy is established not only by his roles but also by the doors he has opened for others He has shown that Black actors can be more than side characters or supporting roles; they can lead, dominate the industry and leave an impact that transcends entertainment As audiences continue to watch and celebrate his work, it is essential to recognize the deeper significance of his contributions His story is a testament to resilience, courage and the power of representation
Through his activism, film choices and dedication to uplifting the Black community, Jackson has cemented himself as a key figure in cinematic and Black history His presence in Hollywood is not just about his performances it is about the standards he sets, the conversations he sparks and the future he helps shape
JoshuaLozano
PART 1:
To humans, the sky is beautiful, endless and incomprehensibly vast. By day, the sun reigns supreme, casting its divine light over all beneath it. By night, the stars and moon weave a tapestry of ever-changing beauty, inspiring tales of adventure and transcendence. For humanity, the sky has long been a canvas for imagination, a frontier of endless possibilities.
I have always wondered what it would be like to behold such a magnificent sight. The sky I have known has always been muddled with gray and blue clouds, accompanied by an ostentatious downpour that never ceased in its performance. Even if I try to gaze at our sky, the rain falls directly into my eyes as if to punish me for my transgression.
Yet, there was a time when I hadn’t known the truth.
I vividly remember the day I first saw an illustration of the human sky. I was just a young girl, dressed in my mossy green cloak, frayed strings hugging the folds of my elbow. Though I wasn’t fond of the color, my father believed it went nicely with my warm amber eyes. Underneath, I wore a tan shirt with uneven stitches of hadar flowers along the collar. Their onyx blue petals complimented my similarly colored trousers, which I constantly had to hitch up to my waist.
Perched on my father’s strong shoulders, I absentmindedly played with his soft, curly hair, giggling every time he grumbled in annoyance. I had a habit of trying to grab his horns, unaware of how sensitive they were until he flicked mine in retaliation. That day, he told me he was taking me to see something wonderful—an exhibit of creations made by humans from outside Llanka called “paintings.”
Back then, I thought humans were widely unremarkable—hornless, tailless and unable to communicate with heat. They only entered Llanka for business, trading their bland food and strange devices. They weren’t even devout followers of Aczl, blessed be his name, the deity who birthed existence. What could they possibly offer us?
I held onto that belief, right up until the moment we stepped inside and I saw for myself.
We entered the building alongside several others and were met with a large hallway with smooth oak floors—uncommon for most buildings in the lower ring of the city. Large silver frames were strewn about, various illustrations resting atop their surfaces. The backdrop of the wall was a delicate white with a light orange hue, humming off the phyelia crystal sconces. I froze, eyes darting back and forth. What is this place? I thought, tapping my father’s head to let me down.
My rustic boots tapped onto the foreign surface. The planks sighed beneath me, their softness unexpected, as if the floor itself was welcoming me in. Immediately, I ran off, giving my father no chance to react. The pictures called to me, each holding a story hidden deep within its frame. The humans lacked any of the distinct characteristics of the Melawa, yet some of them were so pretty. How was it possible for them to capture their exact expressions? How—
PART 1
Out of the corner of my eye, a painting caught my attention.
A dark sapphire canvas, decorated with what I assumed were tiny opulent pearls, much like the ones my mother always wanted. They scattered across the painting, but three stood out from the rest. Luminous orbs, each bigger than the last, bathed the vast landscape below in their soft, silver glow. Clouds, so familiar to me, made themselves scarce, their only purpose to frame the giant pearls.
I stared in a trance, reaching out to touch the painting. I wondered if I could feel what it was like to be there. My clawed fingers glided across the glossy surface, its smooth splendor compelling me further.
“Ah, be careful now, Seneca,” my father’s soft but stern voice whispered as he finally caught up to me. “You don’t want to damage the painting.”
I barely heard him. This was the most delicate I had ever been in my life. The image kept pulling me in until I could no longer contain my thoughts. I need to know.
“...What is this?” I asked, my gaze still attuned to the otherworldly frame.
My father let out a small laugh. “This,” he said, “is the sky of humans. I had heard descriptions before, but it really is something to see in person, huh?”
He wrapped his large but gentle hands around my own, grounding me in a moment that felt both new yet strangely comforting. Was this truly what the human sky looked like all the time?
My father nudged me with his elbow. “This isn’t the only painting with the sky, you know. Would you like to see the others?”
I snapped my head toward him, vehemently shaking it to the point where it could fly off at any moment.
We explored the collection of sky paintings, all created by a man named Lucian Orzho, each evoking a unique feeling. I had never imagined a sky could be so blue, so orange, or shift through so many colors and hues. The fields of grass that danced beneath that sky were so happy, so free. And the sun—what even was a sun?
A sight like that was absent in the mess of metal, concrete and rain that was Llanka’s lower ring. If, for a moment, I could experience what it would be like to have that kind of freedom, I felt like I would be unstoppable.
I was so lost in this imaginary world, a wide smile permanently etched onto my face, that I barely noticed when the noise had fallen silent. Curious, I turned to see what caused the sudden shift. A woman lightly glided across the floor. Though her steps were barely audible, the attention she commanded spoke volumes. I couldn’t see her face as she was focused on the paintings. What I could see, however, were the large horns piercing outward like frozen cracks within concrete. Bright orange threads were woven on each side of her horns, encircling golden sigils. The sigil itself was composed of three arrows—one pointing upward, while the other two emerged from a central junction, stabbing outward to the left and right. A perfect circle occupied the center, while a harplike shape formed on the edges, locking the sigil into place.
I was young, but I was no fool. This was the sigil of the Incrux—the healers and one of the seven most holy tribes of Llanka.
“Why’d you stop observing the painting, little flame?” Her voice was low and lulling, yet it cut through the quiet like a knife.
I froze, uncertain of who she was speaking to. Please, Aczl, blessed be his name, don’t let it be me. She turned ever so slightly, white hair flowing to the side, a single golden eye falling upon me. I began to tremble.
Countless canals weaved underneath the bridges with boats strung along by morugs, giant serpentine slugs with four curved antennae. With their bioluminescent flaps to their sides, they would push themselves across the surface of the water. The effort was applaudable but the howls they would make were less than affable and utterly despair inducing if you weren’t expecting it. It started like a guttural croak but very quickly switched to a distinctly high pitch as if something was being shocked back to life. I can’t count the amount of times I almost fell into the canals because of a poorly timed howl.
Luckily, the art exhibit was only a few blocks from our home—a hollow carved into the tall cliffs leading up to the vast plateau of the middle ring. From the southside of the lower ring, we had a fog-laden view of the restless ocean. Silhouettes of unseen monstrosities lurked within the mist, their massive forms stirring the waves with each eerie, slithering movement. The Ashilyr insisted there was nothing to fear—that the creatures were too far away to pose a threat—but that did little to ease my fear. Night after night, I dreamt of the fog parting, revealing their grotesque heads as they turned their sights upon the city.
I shudder from this thought as we ascend the steep metal stairs, leading up to the haphazardly stacked, hollows. We finally reach the door of Hoolay Hollow, its rusted hinges barely holding onto the frame. We were told to slowly open it lest we’d have to worry about a draft throughout the Hollow. Though, considering the state of the cracked windows, that was already a problem.
A narrow corridor stretched ahead, flanked by two rooms on either side. At the far end, a small staircase wound upward to the next floor. It was tight and I constantly heard voices and all kinds of vivid sounds through the thin walls. Today it was quieter than usual, which wasn’t saying much. Though, I could still hear light thumping coming from upstairs.
“Those Ihpi sure are an enthusiastic bunch” He sighed fiddling for the key to our room. “Yeah… I wonder why they are always wrestling?” I ask, rubbing my chin. He let out a confusingly loud laugh before opening the door to our room. I hear my mothers stern voice cut in as we enter. “Ayha, you two came back quicker than expected!” She brushed off her hands before strutting towards the two of us, her eyes locking onto me “Ah, your hair is so messy— did you let her walk around outside like this?” She asked my Father.
“Good to see you dear, and no it was just exceptionally windy today.” My father ruffled my hair even more “Don’t worry, Seneca looked like a cute and proper Itzan girl today. I’m sure everyone was very impressed by her manners.” I pull my hood over my face to hide my embarrassment.
“Mmhm, since you're here early, you two can help me set up dinner” My mother said, crossing her lean arms. “Fir. and Fira. Li gave me some excess truffles, so guess what we’re having?”
My face lit up. The Ihpi tribe was known for their food, and the Li’s would occasionally share some every now and then. “Truffle risotto again?” I asked eagerly.
“Nope, truffle soup tonight.” She replied with a small grin on her face. My excitement faded slightly, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She patted my head, making sure to fix whatever piece of hair was sticking out “Ayha, don’t pout. When you become an Ashilyr, you’ll have all the truffle risotto you want. Though by then you’ll have better options”
My stomach churns as she says this, the face of the smug Deviri flashing vividly through my mind. Her belittling smile, the way she talked down father, the way she vehemently believed we could gain no value from the art. I didn’t realize how mad it made me until just now.
“For now, we will have to make due with what we have.” My Mom popped back up and started towards the kitchen. Me and my father stood for a moment before she beckoned for us to follow.
