Kim Cates took a stance in the Duke lacrosse case—what does that mean for students today?

The clock strikes midnight. It’s Wednesday—or it was—but students continue to pulse to “Mr. Brightside,” unaware of the coming morning. Kim Cates glides from a corner of the bar, which she affectionately named “Lacrosse Alley,” toward the mass of tangled bodies that now spills across the dancefloor. 

Her eyes scan the crowd. She’s on the lookout. But for what?