The Ithacan

Commentary: Students must acknowledge homelessness

By Maria Bushby • September 3, 2019

Hold on to your hats, everybody; you’re going to see a word I have literally seen people cringe at: “homeless.” Our society has created a strong negative stigma around those experiencing homelessness...

Piech in Palermo: Villa miseria reveals hidden poverty

By Elena Piech, Columnist • April 4, 2018

When I visited the Retiro Bus Station and saw that people had made homes behind it, my eyes were opened to the neglected areas residing in the shadows of this city.

Review: Rural backdrop steals the show in bank heist thriller

By Aidan Lentz, Contributing Writer • February 21, 2017

The dialogue in "Hell or High Water" is fantastic throughout — It paints portraits of deeply flawed yet compelling characters who feel all too real.

Conservatives care about poverty, too

By Kyle Stewart • March 29, 2016

When Republicans avoid discussing poverty, it appears that they do not care about people in need. This needs to change.

Township Series: Part Three

By Michelle Boulé, Blogger • March 2, 2012

I have pointed out many of the differences between townships and the United States but there are still similarities. The children sing songs by Nicki Minaj or Drake and if you get the antenna just right, a fairly clear picture on the TV emerges and an American sitcom comes on. Mama Nosintho acted like my…

Township Series: Part Two

By Michelle Boulé, Blogger • February 29, 2012

Mama Nosintho and I walked from the mini bus stop to her house. Along the way she stopped and talked to everyone we met along the way. I soon became lost trying to distinguish who was a cousin, who was a neighbor, or who was a kid she used to babysit. We passed several…

Township Series: Part One

By Michelle Boulé, Blogger • February 27, 2012

Pieces of broken glass crunched into the sand under my feet as I walked. The air was dusty and smelled of garbage that was for too long neglected and left to rot by the side of the road. The sun is hot, burning my skin even through my clothes. Stray dogs wander through the streets…