Sleeping outdoors in the cold winter months can indeed open one’s eyes to the plight of those who do it not for fun and camaraderie, but because they have no other choice.
In tandem with calling out the atrocious behaviors of controversial speakers, we are calling on all members of the Duke community to hold the root of the problem accountable.
But what form does consent take while dancing on a night out?
I am hyper-aware that the 24 hours afforded us each day never feels like enough.
A public option would address both of the most crucial challenges in health policy today: guaranteeing that everyone is insured and working within the market to compel private insurance companies to cut costs and improve care, all while not forcing anyone against their will to give up their current health insurance.
Even the more “common” mental health struggles like anxiety and depression are downplayed under the guise of Tumblr-esque self-care treatment methods like bubble baths and tea drinking breaks.
My fellow alumni tell me they value my work. I hope that my stories motivate them to encourage policies that do the same.
My grandpa didn’t know the word beetle, so he referred to them onomatopoetically as “zeez” after the buzzing sound produced as they zipped back and forth, constrained by the string.
I can’t be the only one disgusted by this.
Throw the cynicism, the belief that DSG is an utterly ineffectual, careerist institution, aside. That outlook is a choice, not a reality. Worse still, it’s also a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The responsibility of choosing a career path that takes into account the damages caused by it is placed firmly on the shoulders of the individual. Each person has the greatest control over their own decisions, not the system they are forced to make them in.
A student could obtain an English major without reading a single book by a person of color, and maybe only two or three written by women.
I don’t intend to “out” the Divinity School, but I hope instead that when the Divinity School discloses its sexuality, we students will have already created the necessary support and outreach system—and that this column can start a larger conversation about how our religious institutions feel at Duke.
When we limit the focus of our strategies to reporting, we implicitly blame not only one singular person, but all people who experienced sexual assault and did not report it, for the violence that dwells on our campus. That blame is, on its own, a violence.
Vincent Price can do lots of things for the student body, but he can’t build a wall high enough to protect you from John Bolton.
To exclusively value individual achievement and to dismiss the role that support networks and larger structures have played in that achievement breeds narcissism and minimizes harm.
What is really being said when someone in our midst feels comfortable enough to premeditatedly bring a brush and paint to a public space in broad daylight to deface a mural with a hate icon?
Sometimes you get a glimpse into an alien world. Admittedly, just about anything is going to seem fresh after decades arguing with Russian writers.
By now, we're all aware that Duke's response to campus sexual assault is inadequate.
A swastika is not more powerful than a thriving, collaborative university community.
