Whenever I was younger and I found myself in a grassy field with clovers scattered around, I would search and search for a four-leafed one until I got bored, was called back by my parents, or became distracted with something else. The game never ended due to victory. I would find myself in these situations when I was at one of my brother’s baseball games and had wandered around like most younger siblings do at such events. The baseball diamonds were usually in a park of some sort, so I wouldn’t have to venture far to find a good amount of grass to occupy my time. One clover right over there. This was exciting. The first one always is. Three leaves, but that’s fine. It was special enough by being the one to remind me that I’m on an evergreen hunt to find the rare ones. Another three-leafed over there. And here. And way over there. These were less exciting.
We would be on the drive home with an either excited or pissed off older brother (depending on how this particular baseball game went), but always with my grassy knees, disappointment, and growing disbelief that the four-leafed ones even exist. If they did, surely they would have been in the places I was looking. I began to think the rare clovers were another fabricated caricature of holiday magic like Santa or the Easter Bunny.
It wasn’t until years later that I met a strange person in college who upon my first time meeting him had given me a folded pink piece of paper and said, “I have too many of these so here you go.” This is odd, I thought to myself, and held onto the paper while I finished my conversation with the group. We talked on, and it wasn’t until I was leaving that I remembered my fingers were pinching this folded slip of paper. Walking away, I opened it up to reveal a four-leafed one crumbled a bit from the paper’s seam and realized that this was the first time I had ever seen one with my own eyes.
Happy March, happy last push of the semester, and happy reading. If you believe in luck, I wish it for you. If you’re starting to doubt that the rare ones exist, may someone come along who has one to spare.
-Paris Mather🍀
Class of 2024
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by Paris Mather '24
EmpowerHer!
While being a woman might put you in the majority when it comes to our exec board, this month’s newsletter is focusing its DEI highlight on female success and voice in light of March being Women’s History Month. We highlight an instance of female voice in art/literature, and another in politics and government:
art/literature
A notable experience that many CWRU English students took part in this past month was being able to hear poet Ama Codjoe read excerpts from her collection of poetry, titled Bluest Nude. This body of work centers its theme on the body itself, as Codjoe shared intimate lines that express innately human emotions, circumstances, frustrations, all while weaving in a theme of the physical and feminine. Codjoe shared that there are a lot of mirrors throughout Bluest Nude, as it is impossible for us to see all of ourselves at once. She portrays nakedness as a feeling rather than a physical description. Poems such as Etymology of a Mood and Lotioning My Mother’s Back are examples of this.
gov/politics
Today, women’s fight for equality usually gets tangled up in debates about what 'feminism' actually means and other discussions that only probe a war on technicality. However, seeing milestones like St. Paul’s induction of its first all-female city council are reminders that there are still many firsts happening for women. This council is composed of seven women all under forty years old who were sworn in this past January.
One of the councilwoman states, “A whole lot of people who were comfortable with majority male majority white institutions for nearly 170 years of city history are suddenly sharply concerned about representation… my thoughts and prayers are with them in this challenging time.”
Her last remark of sarcasm redirects the ill-veiled concern to an audience that usually doesn’t receive it, and some aren’t too happy about it. “St. Paul is doomed,” “I’m sure this will be a disaster,” “rest in peace St. Paul,” are replies to a YouTube Video of the council’s induction. Meanwhile, many women are basking in the relief they’ve felt as these councilwomen spoke what many have been thinking to themselves for years.
Ama Codjoe reads from excerpts from her poetry
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