My name is Marika Campbell-Blue, and I’m a member of the class of 2022. I live in Takoma Park, Maryland, just outside of Washington, D.C. I recently completed a program at the School of The New York Times on photojournalism, where I learned all about what it takes to make a great image. My interests include writing, advocacy, and policy. I am currently learning American Sign Language at school and at Gallaudet University. Most of the time you can find me hanging out with my friends, at swim practice, or working on my video editing skills.
Works by Marika
Losing RBG and the Lost Mourning
"If only we could be lucky enough to rest, to grieve, to sit shiva."
Sunflower
A photograph that captures what's important: maintaining hope and facing towards the light.
Marika's Photographs are Featured in
Without Earth, There is No Rain
Photographers submit their photos to represent the earth and all its splendor in honor of Tu B'shvat.
Identity: The Holocaust Through The Eyes of Eva Heyman
“I never truly believed that a person could be identified by a single aspect.”
Down the Rabbit Hole of My Disability
“I’ve tried to climb up on my own; my knees are bleeding and my body aches from the effort.”
My Top Jewish Musical Theater Recommendations
“My Jewish identity emerged through song and dance.”
Our D-Day
"I wonder/Is this America?"
The Honeysuckle Bush Growing Next to Our Old Bus Stop
“The honeysuckle bush growing next to our old bus stop was the highlight of the spring.”
Defending Israel
“On Yom HaZikaron, the siren commemorates Israeli fallen heroes.”
Spring
Nature has the power to rejuvenate even the coldest, harshest feelings and mend the wear and tear we accumulate over the bleak winter months.
A Missed Connection
“Finally, Finally, I arrive: A holy golden wall with growing weeds and notes crammed into crevices.”
64 Argyle Road
“Sally, he spoke softly in the kitchen, because the kids were watching television in
the next room and he didn’t want them to see him struggle to stand.”
60 Seconds
“the pillowy clouds/Have turned to stone.”
Grounded
“I am Grounded in my identity”
