Shiny Chandravel, Contributing Writer
Yet when I walk through Monroe Park, the sun is warm enough to draw students out of their dorms, but not enough to melt the unspoken divisions that have segregated even the smallest of friend groups into homogenous cliques.
Despite VCU’s diversity, the pattern I so desperately wanted to escape from in high school persists — different races and cultures can coexist, but only in separate spaces. Even in a post-segregation society, people are still unwilling to give up the level of comfort found in sameness…