Ross G. Douthat

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Douthat Responds To Crimson Staff Editorial

I’d like to thank the editors for their kind attention to my criticisms of Harvard’s curriculum, which appear in the

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The Final Column

Ever since my first Harvard spring, when I was still a bashful, beardless freshman, I’ve cultivated a passionate dislike for

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The Enchanted World

Here is some useful wisdom: If you happen to be a God-fearing Harvard Christian, and you (like me) have a

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Israel in Darkness

Human beings require hope, even in seasons of darkness. We survive on the belief that today’s nightmare will be redeemed

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Learning to Love Garth Brooks

Two weeks ago, I earned my first-ever speeding ticket. It was an educational experience: I learned, for instance, that police

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Albert Speer at Harvard

In 1937, as part of a program of academic exchange with German universities, Harvard named Albert Speer as a visiting

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Suzanne Pomey's Harvard

Everyone has their own story about Suzanne M. Pomey ’02, the well-known Winthrop senior accused of stealing a hefty chunk

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Let Us Now Praise Cornel West

There are many marvelous professors here at Harvard, many glittering luminaries of the academic world. But there is, alas, only

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Send In the Clones

Last week, amid much fanfare, a company called Advanced Cell Technology announced that they had successfully cloned a human embryo.

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Pointing Us Nowhere

One of the fringe benefits of being the president of a major university, one supposes, is that one no longer

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The Harvard Syndrome

Last winter, I had dinner with my parents and two of my roommates at Legal Seafood in Kendall Square. During

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The Ideology of Our Enemies

We are not at war with Islam , we have been told repeatedly by pundits and preachers and the President

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The Moment of Truth

Historical analogies are a ticklish business, especially when they are proposed while a fine, cruel dust still blankets the desolation

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McVeigh and the 'Problem' of Evil

Maybe I’m the only person in America who’s sick of Timothy McVeigh’s long-chinned mug. It certainly seems that way, now

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Killing Time

I died last Friday. It happened just outside my doorway, in the long carpeted expanse of New Quincy’s third-floor hallway.

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ISIL is Not the End of the World

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The Difficulty of Defining Difficulty

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