My childhood social landscape was filled with black and white children, with a handful of Chinese, Taiwanese, and Japanese students. As a Tibetan, I couldn’t figure out where I belonged. But for Joy, Erin, and Tatiana, it was easy. I belonged with them. And through their nurturing friendships a multi-racial Cambridge steeped in black history and culture became home.
[Guest post by Ngawang Lodoe, a student from Hampshire College, did his final photography project on the preservation and challenges of the Tibetan culture and language in the US.] The story of Tibet… Continue reading
Hi and Happy New Year! It’s been a long time since I’ve done a post here on LD so I am pretty psyched that the subject of my first post in almost a year… Continue reading
The first time I was ever fully immersed in a Tibetan community was in Bloomington, Indiana at a Tibetan Youth Cultural Camp organized by the Office of Tibet. I was fifteen years old,… Continue reading
