You can't beat the "witch"
(11/27/07 5:00am)
Word is there's panic in the Hillary Clinton camp.
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Word is there's panic in the Hillary Clinton camp.
I'll admit I'm a big hip-hop fan. I listened to "Whatta Man" repeatedly on cassette tape when I still thought boys had cooties. I was one of those kids who hid the parental advisory stickers from my parents and who tried to have a cool pose for every situation. I was a big Ja fan but when Curtis dropped "Get Rich or Die Tryin'," I switched sides. I'll be in attendance at Kellz' concert in a few weeks, and I could probably spit the lyrics to most songs that are currently played on 97.5.
Toward the end of each semester, when I log into ACES, I'm met with the same message: "You have a hold on your account! Must clear overdue balance with the Bursar's Office." This message has been a part of my life for a while now, so it no longer comes as a surprise. In fact, each semester as registration approaches, I expect it.
I am among the crowd of college students pouring out of the Saturday night party at Shooters and I, like the bulk of them, feel like I could eat a house. I'm ravenous, it's late and let's face it, not too many places that serve good food are open late in Durham.
Since Duke students became aware of the Jena Six case, most have expressed one of two reactions: Either students feel the charges brought against the Jena Six were unjust and racially biased or they find that the justice system should be allowed to work without being swayed by the court of public opinion. But a more intriguing opinion has also surfaced among the Duke population. Some students say that segregation in Jena is not unlike racial segregation here at Duke. Some have even questioned whether or not the "white tree" at Jena High School is analogous to the "black bench" here at Duke.
Cases like the Jena Six are not new. If you've heard about it, you know it seems like something that would fly 60 years ago-but not today.
If you've listened to the chatter on this campus over the past week, it's obvious that the casual air that usually permeates it has been replaced by concerned looks and heated discussions. And that's because something bad has happened here-something that has drawn the attention of the national media, and it's not Sean Dockery or J.J. Redick. What may have happened here, just a stone's throw away from East Campus, is a crime so heinous with such deep racial undertones, that most of us, including members of the Durham community and our neighbors at North Carolina Central University, don't want to think about it.
I am addicted to drama. And if the Nielsen ratings tracked the television viewership of college students-which they're going to start doing, incidentally-they would find that I am not alone. Like many others, I find a way to fit in a weekly dose of drama in the form of Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy. But lately, the best drama for me has come in The Flavor of Love, a show starring Flava Flav, revolutionary rap's first real hype-man.
When you are getting ready to go off to college, certain things should be in order. You should have selected your meal plan, chatted with your roommate on the facebook and made transportation arrangements for move-in day. The week before orientation began, I'd done all of this. So I was prepared for college-or at least, that's what I thought.
Like so many others of my generation, I've grown up thinking that you're supposed to be able to find anything on Google. That's why when I googled Black History Month, I expected to find pages and pages of information and referred websites about the month's creation-and perhaps its importance today.
At times like these, I can sum up my position on this time in American history using the words of one of my favorite authors and poets, June Jordan. In her collection of essays entitled "Affirmative Acts," she writes, "I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect."