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Pomona College alumni and activists with Pomona Divest from Apartheid showed up before Pomona College’s annual parade of classes to form a blockade at the corner of Sixth Street and College Avenue on Saturday, April 27. Alumni weekend was also interrupted at Pitzer and Harvey Mudd Colleges. Courier photo/Andrew Alonzo

All these challenges, struggles, losses, achievements, and sacrifices were only for the sake of preserving our lives and securing a better future for our three children. And finally, after more than a year of waiting, I heard the good news that my request for asylum has been approved, and that is how I became an American. I want to say thank you to the United States and all the Americans who welcomed us with open arms and helped us start our lives from scratch. The beginning! Photo/by Zuhal Barati

It was winter, and though nighttime temperatures dropped to -10F, we only had summer clothes. My father caught a cold and had a high fever. My mother and I sewed jackets for my children and father from blankets. The bathrooms were very dirty, the food barely edible. In the first 24 hours, I ate only a boiled egg. After five days and nights, we boarded a plane headed to America. Forty-eight hours later we arrived at Philadelphia International Airport. It was August 30, 2021. Exhausted and hungry, we were ready to start our new lives. Photo/courtesy of Nabila Painda

We worked with women who had never attended school, including some who had not been allowed to leave their homes. They were unaware of their rights and lacked skills beyond household chores. Our goal was to educate them to the best of our ability. Many eventually joined schools and later, universities. But sadly, history repeated itself: on August 14, 2021 I was on my way to work when a man dressed in the garb of a Taliban member stood in front of me and shouted, “If you don’t want to die, go back home; a woman’s place is at home.” Photo/by Hamed Painda

Images so powerful it will make you laugh, cry, think, and visualize the beauty of a city full of life and history. This coffee table, photo-driven book gives the reader a birds-eye-view of the people and places that make Claremont such a unique and special place to live. Now you can preview pages of the book online and see why it’s become so popular. Courier photo/Steven Felschundneff

Following a tumultuous seven hour meeting in which emotions ran extremely high, the Claremont City Council voted unanimously early Wednesday to affirm its “longstanding practice of not adopting resolutions or issuing proclamations that take an official city position on social or political issues that are not local to Claremont,” essentially rejecting an alternative declaration that would have called for a cease-fire in Gaza. This story will be updated later today. Courier photo/Peter Weinberger

Claremont Colleges students staged a sit-in protest on December 8 demanding Pomona College divest funds from its endowment they say are benefiting weapons manufacturers and institutions that aid Israel’s ongoing war with Hamas in Gaza. The students also demanded Pomona College officials call for a cease-fire in the conflict. “I and other administrators have repeatedly offered to meet when protestors have come to Alexander Hall, but these offers have been refused,” wrote Pomona College President Gabrielle Starr in a post on the school’s website. “I remain open to dialogue with students.” Courier photo/Andrew Alonzo

Twenty-two-year-old Mira Nadon will tread a familiar stage this weekend for Inland Pacific Ballet’s annual staging of “The Nutcracker.” Nadon, a former Claremont resident and IPB trainee turned pro with New York City Ballet, will be dancing the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy December 16-17 at Bridges Auditorium. “It’s super special,” said Nadon, who was 11 when she danced the role of Clara for IPB’s 2012 show. “It’s always fun to look back on that time.” Photo/courtesy of Erin Baiano

Several of those interviewed for the new documentary, “Peter Case: a Million Miles Away,” said the acclaimed, twice Grammy-nominated singer-songwriter and author should be playing larger venues, and that more people should be aware of his wide-ranging catalog. Case has no such grievances.

“Isn’t Israel, in how it is conducting its campaign to destroy Hamas, combined with the steady stream of images of dead innocent Palestinian children flooding our social media feeds, very likely creating a far more dangerous enemy?”

Seventeen-year-old Vivian Webb School senior Jenny Wang, co-editor-in-chief of the Webb Canyon Chronicle, captain of the school’s debate team and co-ed badminton squad, and podcaster, can now add “published author” to her already bulging resume. Her first book, “Universal Faith: Conversations with 15 Religious Leaders in Southern California,” was published August 29 and is available at amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. Photo/by Emily Li

A woman wearing a sleek suit with a ruffled shirt and bow tie sits on a stool on a stage, holding a guitar. As the lights go up, her fingers begin to fly up and down the neck as her right hand plucks the strings in a blur, releasing the notes of a soul-stirring flamenco song. The musician is Charo, whose guitar virtuosity has been one of pop culture’s best-kept (or perhaps most-ignored) secrets. But she’s aiming to change that. At 7:30 p.m. Saturday, September 16 she’ll debut a new guitar-centric show at Lewis Family Playhouse, 12505 Cultural Center Dr., Rancho Cucamonga, CA 91739. Tickets are more info are at cityofrc.us/events. Photo/courtesy of Reyes Entertainment

It was difficult to comprehend what I was seeing in that Lake Tahoe hotel room back in 1993. We’d had a few beers and shared a joint, and things were a little fuzzy. “This is a hold-up,” read the note, handwritten on neatly folded yellow legal paper. “You will not be harmed … Put the money in the envelop … Keep smiling – be quick … There is two of us.” He would hand that note to a bank teller and stand there calmly while she — it was always a woman, he said — crammed stacks of bills into a manila envelope. That kind of risk — and cruelty — was as foreign to me as I could imagine. I’d never been so close to a criminal before, and this one was my father.