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(11/23/05 5:00am)
Trick-or-treat!" will soon be heard across the country as kids run around in cute little costumes collecting bags of candy. But how many of us know that for many cocoa farmers in the Ivory Coast the chocolate business is much more of a "trick" than a "treat." In fact, the cocoa industry is one massive trick on cocoa farmers and chocolate consumers alike. While the global price for cocoa has fallen too low for many cocoa farmers to feed their families, as chocolate consumers we continue to pay high prices for this delicacy. There is only way out of this trick: Fair trade chocolate.
(04/18/05 4:00am)
This isn’t your granddaddy’s KKK. It’s not about hate, it’s about love. It’s not about power, it’s about autonomy. White Nationalism is about the right of white people to establish their own communities and live amongst other whites in celebration of white culture. This autonomy is important because who we are is written on our genes, our skin and our facial structures. If whites don’t remain separate genetically, our culture and values will fade away.
(04/14/05 4:00am)
This isn’t your granddaddy’s KKK. It’s not about hate, it’s about love. It’s not about power, it’s about autonomy. White Nationalism is about the right of white people to establish their own communities and live amongst other whites in celebration of white culture. This autonomy is important because who we are is written on our genes, our skin and our facial structures. If whites don’t remain separate genetically, our culture and values will fade away.
(04/01/05 5:00am)
Collectively, they had lost 270 pounds. It was their ninth day without food. At least one of them had to be rushed to the hospital. But for the 25 students who went on hunger strike at Georgetown University, the answer to the question, “How long will you starve yourself?” was simple: “Until we get a living wage!” The students’ determination along with the support of numerous workers and community members paid off—at 11:23p.m. March 23, Georgetown announced a “Just Employment Policy.” This policy implemented a living wage of $14 an hour for all Georgetown workers, including contract workers.
(03/10/05 5:00am)
Loans aren’t our favorite type of financial aid—in fact, those of us who have loans often complain about making monthly payments after graduation. Sometimes, we are forced to forgo certain opportunities like joining the Peace Corps or going on to graduate school because the monetary input/output becomes too nerve wracking as we think “Okay, if I live off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, share a room with two other people and ride my bike everywhere that leaves me with…. Still not enough money to pay my loans!”
(02/24/05 5:00am)
I should have known better when I first read the headlines claiming that Ward Churchill had compared Sept. 11 victims to Nazis.
(01/13/05 5:00am)
Y ou would invest in a major pharmaceutical company?' I asked my boyfriend incredulously. He gave me a meek smile and a shrug as he said, 'Yeah, I might.'
(12/06/04 5:00am)
Red Bulls and sweatpants, all-nighters in Perkins, frantic fingers cranking out last-minute papers. It’s that time of year again, and just one week stands between us and Comedy Central on our parents’ couch.
(11/04/04 5:00am)
It’s 2 a.m. Tuesday morning. I’m flipping nervously between CNN, MSNBC and Fox as I try to keep track of endless maps and electoral vote tallies. I should be in bed happily dreaming about the new future of my country, but instead I am watching the cursor blink on my computer screen.
(10/26/04 4:00am)
“PSM! KKK!” Pro-Israel protesters chant behind the barricades while Hasidic Jews, the Neturei Karta, answer them with, “We are against the state of Israel because we are Jews.” Lee Kaplan from FrontPage Magazine dyes his hair black, wears a fake beard and changes his name in order to appear Arab and get the “inside scoop” on the Palestine Solidarity Movement. Kaplan points at the Neturei Karta and tells them they are going to hell. A Jewish man carrying an adorable little girl walks between the two shouting lines seemingly unfazed. PSM conference attendees look on as sporty Duke students make their way to the gym and the tennis courts. Welcome to the circus!
(10/07/04 4:00am)
In his inauguration speech, President Richard Brodhead told us why he came to Duke: “I was lured here by the spectacle of a school that has established itself in the top rank of research universities and professional schools but that habitually connects the pursuit of knowledge with the search for the social good.” I was lured here for the same reason—as a high school student I was just as impressed by Duke's #1 campus activism ranking in Mother Jones as I was with its placement in U.S. News and World Report.
(09/23/04 4:00am)
Global taxes are inherently undemocratic,” argued the U.S. delegation at a recent U.N. summit on hunger. This comment was in response to Brazilian President Lula’s call to tax the global arms trade. Even though more than 50 world leaders attended these meetings and over 100 countries have endorsed a global campaign to raise $50 billion a year to combat hunger, President George W. Bush failed to attend. In response to a call for aid to poor countries, we argued that “economic growth is the long-term solution to global poverty.” In a world in which over one billion people live in extreme poverty and live on less than $1 a day, we are the Marie Antoinette of nations.
(09/09/04 4:00am)
It’s not every weekend that you find your living room full of smoke and a fire smoldering on your front door. At least, my weekends usually lack this kind of made-for-TV-movie drama.
(08/26/04 4:00am)
I am a little embarrassed to say this—I love the United States. No, not in that “Buy a flag at Wal-Mart for just $9.99” way. Nor am I patriotic in the sense that “I support our troops so I don’t question our President.” And yet, one of the most important lessons I have learned from a semester abroad in Brazil and a summer traveling in Europe and North Africa is that I truly love this country. Just as I had to leave my family and friends in order to understand how much I need them, I had to leave my country to see the U.S. for what it really is.
(11/12/03 5:00am)
Workers at Duke are not supposed to talk with students. This is more than an unspoken rule: Workers are explicitly told by their supervisors that a big "DON'T" on the list of rules for working at Duke is: "DON'T TALK WITH STUDENTS." Workers who attended the Ludacris concert were told that such socializing with students was not to happen again. Workers who dare to talk with students about their working conditions are chastised by management and threatened with disciplinary action. All of this, of course, occurs at a university that claims to embrace "community."
(10/15/03 4:00am)
The rain had just stopped a few hours before the wedding began. The sun was coming out and shining over the rolling country hills. Horses were playing at nearby farm. The birds were singing. Under a tent decorated with lights, flowers and fall leaves, a group of people was gathered for the union of two souls--two people who happened to be women.
(10/01/03 4:00am)
I have a theory that you can tell a lot about a person by their toilet ratio. Simply put, this is the ratio of toilets used to toilets cleaned in a person's lifetime. If I lacked any other information about a person, I think I could make a few fairly educated guesses given this simple ratio.
(09/17/03 4:00am)
I'm not sure how many students remember the "Crocker Sack" newsletter that used to fill the halls of first-year dorms. The title itself was especially hurtful since "crocker sacks" were the sacks that slaves used to carry as they picked cotton. It was a horribly offensive piece of literature that picked on women at Duke, people of color at Duke, etc.: The usual suspects.
(09/03/03 4:00am)
My first encounter with a person of color is one I look back on with shame and pain. I think I was about three and my oldest brother had brought home one of his friends from medical school--a young black man, the first person of color I had been face to face with in my whole life. Growing up in my part of rural Kansas people of color were an anomaly that caused whispers and gossip to arise from white residents.
(07/23/03 4:00am)
I was walking down Michigan Avenue and a woman was holding a "homeless" sign with her two little children. Her calloused hands were grasping a cup filled with a scanty assortment of coins. I stopped to talk with her and offered her the number of the shelter I work here in Chicago as part of my Service Opportunities in Leadership internship."Do they take children? I have a son with special needs, too, and a lot of places won't take him," she said as her voice trailed off and her eyes looked down at the ground, expecting the worst.