Youth Radio Podcast: Teens Looking For Hope In Trump Era
Harassment, Deportation, Race Relations. Young people express their fears and hopes about President Trump’s potential policies, looking ahead to a new presidency.
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Rethinking How We Teach Coding To Teens
Not all code does good in the world. While a weekend hackathon or Javascript summer camp are great for exposure, it’s disingenuous to suggest these isolated experiences would prepare a young person for a full-time engineering gig at Snapchat.
Students On True Costs of Community College
On the first day of classes for this semester at Berkeley City College in Berkeley, California, there are hundreds of…
What This New Immigration Plan Means To Latino Families
President Obama addressed the nation yesterday to announce steps that would allow millions of undocumented immigrants to live and work in the U.S.…
Legalizing Marijuana
Support for the legalization of marijuana is spawning pass political, generational, and cultural boundaries. But how will its legalization impact our youth?
Sons And Brothers Speak Out
This video highlights the voices of African American young men growing up in Oakland, California, whose lives are touched by many of the issues raised by My Brother’s Keeper.
My Brother’s Keeper: Perspectives From Young Men Of Color
A collection of Youth Radio stories highlighting the lives and experiences of young men.
Focusing On Young Men Of Color Will Benefit The Nation
President Obama just recently announced a new initiative called My Brother’s Keeper. The idea of the initiative is to focus…
Why My Neighborhood Kids Don’t Trust The System
I grew up in a middle-class, suburban county in New Jersey, but now I’m a twenty-something intern living in a low-income part of Washington, D.C. The realtor euphemism for such neighborhoods is “transitional,” a word that implies ongoing change. This is ironic because I feel that so many of the residents here feel as though things will never change, and will always stay the same. Since moving here, I’ve already become accustomed to the wail of sirens, the disconcerting, yet reassuring pulse of blue and red light through the heavy bars on my windows.