Most significantly, we are troubled by the University’s choice to group male final clubs, female final clubs, fraternities, and sororities.
Yale's recent decisions regarding "masters" and Calhoun College point in opposite directions.
Installing security cameras at dorm entrances certainly makes sense, but in this case, we would prefer to see the UC use its clout to instruct students to help themselves, rather than only focusing on administrative solutions.
Nevertheless, during this politically derisive and hostile season, rescuing the National Park Service may be the moonshot we need to rediscover our common thread as Americans.
But in all my confidence that privilege would fall, I had forgotten about blood, how it could leave a country in coma. My thoughts were abstracted because I was removed.
I imagine, when it comes to myth and fairytale, the most ordinary of ordinary people has as much a right to speak as an expert. So as a child of (mostly) the West, all I know is that in fairy tales, things come in groups of three:
Black lives matter and until people begin to realize that, I will stand by you to form a resilient, indestructible wall of black and brown bodies.
It is frightening how easy it was to be convinced of the necessity, the magic, of this place.
A real story appends a lifetime of experiences into a single network of moral, political and religious beliefs, as well as fears and unanswered questions. In moments of incertitude and courage, it reveals itself chapter by chapter.
I’m not sure why the tipping point required so many horrific attacks and deaths. Living with such little consciousness of danger has been an incredible luxury, and in this retrospect, everything looks surreal.
Your conscious mind evaporates, and you find yourself in a silence of heat and hoofbeats where you have six legs, four lungs, two hearts, and two intricately fused awarenesses.
Wonder is a beautiful thing—a deeply human thing. And if you look, you can find it anywhere—even in ordinary situations, and even at Harvard.