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Two faculty members at Central Washington University recently promoted an outdoor camp restricted to black, Indigenous, and people of color, reasoning that they haven’t had the same opportunities to experience the outdoors as other races.

A video posted to X by Libs of TikTok features the two faculty members, Assistant Professor Hannah Shamloo and Science Outreach and Education Coordinator Nicolaus Zentner, promoting the “Rock and Role” event.


Professor Zentner is shown saying, “So is this open to everybody? Not really.”

“There’s a growing number of people who are younger and are from much more diverse backgrounds who typically don’t go to those events for a bunch of reasons, so this is a BIPOC community event,” Zentner added.

Professor Shamloo said The Bronze Chapter, the host organization for Rock and Role, aims to “increase participation of BIPOC members in the outdoors.”

"There is always a part of me that wants to reveal this other side of my culture—the culture I was raised with: the Mexican side of my mom, and the Persian side of my dad. Most of it's culinary. My mom made amazing meals. She always cooked for us. Every night. Always had a home-cooked meal. It was awesome. I mean, we got Taco Bell every now and then [laughing], but she cooked a lot of Mexican food that her mom cooked. And she cooked a lot of Persian food that my dad and dad's parents cooked. So that was comfort food. And I think that's part of your identity… being exposed to these kinds of things. And then, you know, sometimes at certain holidays, where we spent it with the Mexican side of our family, there would be mariachi music playing. Or, you know, my Abuela, basically speaking Spanish in front of us. Not to us, but, you know, there's Mexican things always coming up when we're around. Food. Music. Her upbringing. Same thing on my Dad’s side. Food and music. There's Persian music and a way to dance to Persian music that we always grew up watching and doing. It's always food and music, I swear." 

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