Who is Brock Turner?

Brock Turner is a rapist.

There. I’ve said it.

As oppose to so many credential media sites who want to claim Mr. Turner as an awesome swimmer. A swimmer with so much upside, he might as well be the next coming of LeBron James. But no, he is a rapist and I’m going to leave it at that.

This story first cracked over social media, at least for me, on Monday morning. I was doing my work and every now and then I’ll check the internet for news to keep me company and I landed on an article about a Stanford Swimmer committing a heinous act.

By now, I’m sure the world is frustrated, furious, angry, and (Insert Here) over this story. We as a society should be doing whatever it takes to help each other. When we fall, we pick each other up. When we need help, we encourage each other. When we are immobilized, unconscious, or incapable of defending ourselves, we do not sexually assault the helpless. Mr. Turner has failed to contribute any type of positivity to this society.

I don’t know what it’s like at Stanford. I’ve spent the majority of my life in the Midwest and specifically at a school that renders itself as the top drinking school in the country. The second area where I spent most of my life besides the Midwest, Korea, a country known for an excessive drinking culture.

I’ve seen a lot of drunk people during my times. Some blacked out and some shouting racist remarks.

One time, I was coming home late in Korea and I noticed a girl wobbling and tilting back and forth. I knew she had been drinking and at any given moment, she could fall and potentially black out. You know what I was thinking the whole time? I was telling myself if I should follow her to make sure she makes it home safe. I was telling myself that if she falls down, I should go get help. I was telling myself if I should ask her if she needs help. That is something you failed to do Mr. Turner and that is something I want everyone to be capable of which is help the people who need help.

It’s weird how the the Turner case happened over a year ago and it didn’t blow up the media until now. It’s also weird that the mugshot used for his profile was a nice and delicate picture of him as a good human being. It’s also crazy to think how Mr. Turner’s father practically denies his son’s heinous acts and it’s also crazy how Mr. Turner himself can’t even say “I raped you. I’m sorry.”

I, myself have two sisters. One sister who currently resides in California and another who resides in the Midwest. The woman that you have internally and externally damaged could’ve been my sisters. It could’ve been any woman for the mere fact. I would never want this to happen to anyone at any given day, but it’s just unfortunate that you had to mow down a victim; A helpless victim for that matter.

Mr. Turner is a coward, a punk, a person with no ethical values or morals, and the mere fact that you are only basically spending three months in a county jail for three convicted felonies is despicable and a disgrace to raped victims across the world.

All I want from you is to say that you are sorry for committing this heinous act. To say sorry for inflicting so much pain upon an individual and others. To lay down your ego and admit fault, but unfortunately that is something you won’t do and probably never will and as long as you don’t, I will never care or accept that you’re a 20 year old from Ohio.

You will always be a rapist.

This is an Op-Ed and is based off of my opinion, view, and commentary. 




Bullying and the Dylan Yang Case

A BB gun, knife and social media. That’s all it takes.

Now I’m no expert in the law nor one in social justice so please don’t turn what I say into facts, but more so as an subjective opinion.

Do I agree that Dylan Yang should serve time? Maybe so. Well, I don’t know to be honest. It’s a lot to consume. Self-defense this, self-defense that? Provocation this, provocation that? All we know is that one person is gone and another will essentially lose what I think may be his life, speaking metaphorically.

Don’t get me wrong, but a sentencing of up to 60 years and a bail set to 1 million? Call it old news or whatever you want, but that’s harsh. It doesn’t give Dylan Yang a fighting chance at all. He might as well fold his hand while he is at it.

I know it’s never good to compare cases with one another, but cases are always used to back up one another especially in the heat of a court battle. Not saying that there is any correlation between the Dylan Yang case and the ones I’m about to list, but let’s take a look at these Wisconsin cases.

Conflict: Levi Acre-Kendall walked away a free man after stabbing another man to death along the St. Croix river. Kendall, if guilty would receive a maximum sentencing up to 25 years in prison.

Ripple Effect: The victim’s brother with frustration added that as long as you have money, you can hire a good attorney for representation and that “as long as you’re in a car,  you can kill somebody.”

Conflict: Dan Popp was ruled mentally ill to attest in court after shooting 3 residents in an apartment complex. His sentencing has not been ruled yet and Popp has been transferred to a mental hospital. This also comes after his bail was set to $150,000.

Ripple Effect: Three families no longer have parent(s) and the potential of claiming to be mentally ill arises in the future if cases like this doesn’t come out justifiable.

Conflict: Kevin Elberg was sentenced to 10 days in jail, two years of probation, and 72 hours of community service in the Hmong community after a Hmong-American hunter apologized for trespassing on Elberg’s land. Elberg’s initial charges were a six year imprisonment and a $10,000 fine.

Ripple Effect: Omitting violence on a trespasser and critically injuring them will possibly only grant you minimal sentencing.

Conflict: Omar Ninham was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole after him and his friends bullied and dropped a Hmong immigrant from the fifth floor of a building.

Ripple Effect: Bullying one another can be fatal.

Now there are obviously tons of cases that I may or may have not pointed out, but sometimes we may not understand how these cases can have strong ripple effects on our society and community including the one involving Dylan Yang.

The severity of bullying in our schools are extremely high and in no way am I resolving Yang, his patrons and others involved from being bullies. It’s toxicity and it’s something that we can only try to prevent from happening in the future.

Yang’s sentencing details have already been confirmed and I don’t think they can take it back, but only ask for leniency. I’m not claiming that Yang be set free, but rather that he receives a hand that he can play with and not fold because he has no choice.

If there is anything that we can take from this case, it’s that we need to do our hardest to prevent bullying in any form that we can.

This is an Op-Ed and is based off of my opinion, view, and commentary. 



The Struggles of a Scholarship Recipient

I am an Arndt Family Scholar. A scholarship in which only high school students from the Madison Metropolitan School District can receive. A scholarship that can only be awarded if you go to the University of Wisconsin – Madison. A scholarship that is for students that possess great leadership and are from families that are struggling financially.

I received an acceptance letter from UW-Milwaukee, UW-Whitewater and UW-Madison. It was that time to apply for financial aid and scholarships. I had no idea how the process worked. I didn’t know what financial aid was nor did I know how to look for scholarships.

The only thing my parents could do is tell me to become a doctor or engineer as if I already didn’t know what college was like. Why couldn’t my parents guide me and make my senior year so much easier and transition into college more convenient. And it was because they had no idea what it takes or what it’s like even applying for college or finding funds for it. Even till this day, they got no idea what college is like.

Both my parents never went to a four-year college. My mom has been a childcare provider for over a decade and my dad has been laid off from multiple jobs over the course of my childhood. To this day, I don’t even know what my dad does….(machinery maybe?).

I was so confused on the cost of college. I’m not going to lie, I didn’t even know what the word tuition meant and I was a senior in high school. That is embarrassing if you ask me, but that’s how much I was educated on the college systems. In high school, you get a free education and books so what the heck is the word tuition? By the time I knew it, I turned in my security deposit to reserve my spot at UW-Madison and the dorms (Witte Hall).

Tuition this, room and board that, like who’s going to pay for it? My parents don’t have the money for that. I was scared. If you could see how stressed out I was on finding funds back then, I was a mess. I had to balance a club at my high school, attend weekly meetings downtown, plan events and fundraisers, and look for scholarships?

Jeez, I was so burnt out, I saw my high school counselor every day at lunch asking for help like I was a little kid who wanted to be pushed on the swings because I didn’t know that by kicking my legs back and forth, I would actually swing. I mean, I would sit outside her door just waiting for her to talk to me because I was so scared about my future. I would ask her millions of questions hoping that she could grab me by the hands and show me the way. Keep in mind, I’m taking up her lunch time just so she can help me, like me, like everyday. And that is why I still remember her name up to this day.

My counselor handed me applications for the Chancellor’s and Arndt Family Scholarship. Obviously, I was denied for the Chancellor’s, but on senior night I was called up the stage to receive the Arndt Family Scholarship. Including me, approximately 10 others also received the scholarship. They ranged from Hmong, Hispanics, to African-Americans and even the white students. In all honesty, I was just happy to be on the stage that very moment knowing that my tuition would be paid for relieving my parents of any financial burden.

In order to maintain the scholarship, I had to keep a minimum GPA of 3.0 and throughout my whole freshman year I was so worried that if I did bad, I would lose it.

I didn’t come to UW-Madison as a honor roll student. I was top 100 of my class out of 300, but barely. I did leadership and volunteer work throughout my junior and senior year of high school.

I worked five jobs throughout my undergrad, studied abroad, earned a GPA of 4.0 my spring semester of 2013, and loved being a student worker and ambassador for a program that fosters a home for low-income, first-generation, and minority students.

Having said that, I graduated and now am working full-time with plans to go back to school in the future and if that isn’t enough to tell you that people who are in financial need and may bring a unique story and culture to UW-Madison, then you don’t know what it feels like to be in my shoes or many others.





Summer Collegiate Experience 2013

In the summer of 2013, I had the opportunity to work for a program called the Summer Collegiate Experience and help develop a short film to document their experience. In this program, students from diverse backgrounds come together through 7 weeks of academics, hardships, and friendships. Viewers will see students participate in events, academics, trips, and much more.

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