We urge Harvard administrators to acknowledge the need for a multicultural center and to take the initiative in creating such a space for students.
We call on the government to reaffirm the centrality of immigration to our nation and not to neglect its responsibility of providing human rights to all under its protection.
Reading Period captures many of the tensions, ironies, and contradictions of undergraduates’ experience at Harvard College.
There were countless days where I would felt like this self-praise was a lie and that I was shielding myself from the truth of my ugly body. Yet for every one of those days of doubts, I would have a day of love for every inch of my brown skin―stretch marks and cellulite included.
When I get upset about something as insignificant as my midterms, I try to think of my grandfather’s example, but I don’t always succeed. The never-ending drive for success synonymous with four years at Harvard is consuming.
In the absence of a supportive physician, it is not uncommon for the patient to start blaming themselves and believe that their lifestyle choices have denied them the ability to claim their right to fair, compassionate treatment and respect.
I am tired of being overcome with emotion when, yet again, the administration refuses to acknowledge that my experiences are different because I come from an intersectionally marginalized background, and that no, we are not all homogenous privileged Harvard students.
In clumsily deploying history, the Trump White House has insulted the memory of the past and failed to understand the moral urgency of the present.
It kept depicting our community as fearful, as broken, as unsympathetic, when it couldn’t have been that simple, because some of the guys circling the roof were, like me, American-born teenagers, and therefore, more fluent in the country’s racial politic.
Prior to the election, the University and the HGSU-UAW reached an election agreement that defined which students would be part of a bargaining unit and therefore eligible to vote.
The moment we let politics become everything is the moment we fail to see people for who they are. We forget that every voter—and, indeed, every politician—is a complex human being with a real life, a real family, and a real story.
Fear was present before I even knew what deportation meant—before I knew what it meant to not have papers.
To my mind, full-throated political engagement belongs on op-ed pages and in the hard work of citizenship. That said, faculty members should not be “watchlisted” if they make other judgments than mine about how to deploy academic freedom.
In ensuring that the wishes of Harvard’s students are carried out, the University must acknowledge the flaws in the original election and remedy them by holding a new, more transparent, one.
Why does it matter what we wear? I’m no longer satisfied by the answer I used to give—that our clothes help us present our unique identity to the rest of the world. I think it’s a cliché. Sometimes, we misunderstand. Sometimes, we’re misunderstood.
We oppose the action of SFFA to involve high schools, as their demands bring unnecessary trouble to students who do not wish to be involved in this case.