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(04/19/96 4:00am)
More often than not, "Chocolate liZgeois" has critically examined the actions and policies of different administrators, student groups, and other organizations within the Duke community. Given limited space and opportunity to make my point, I have found it more effective to criticize than to acclaim. For some time now, I have regretted that highlighting problems generates more attention than offering praise. In this, my last column, I will change that pattern and focus on underappreciated aspects of the University that have made my Duke experience wonderful.
(03/08/96 5:00am)
From residential changes to Chronicle articles to public meetings, the last three years have seen much debate over fraternities' role on campus. Throughout that process and once again in recent weeks, fraternity opponents have consistently claimed that the presence of on-campus fraternities diminishes Duke students' intellectual experience during their undergraduate tenure.
(02/02/96 5:00am)
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(04/14/95 4:00am)
Sometimes the obvious bears repeating. Generalizations are bad--they unfairly castigate the membership in a group for the actions of a portion of its membership. During the past year, Duke students, as a group, have been called anti-intellectual, racially insensitive, selfish, uninvolved with the community, and a litany of other less than flattering descriptions.
(02/10/95 5:00am)
President Keohane should change the young trustee program so that only juniors are eligible to run.
(01/20/95 5:00am)
Have you ever looked at a tree stump? They're nondescript, and the large ones are remnants of once-great pillars of stability and certainty. If we can't depend on trees to grow and bloom, on what can we count? The stump of a tree, more than most other things, symbolizes the death of expectations. Perhaps we should pay more attention to tree stumps; this winter break I didn't and paid the price.
(12/07/94 5:00am)
Since Reynolds Price gave his Founder's Day speech two years ago, students have actively promoted different visions of residential and social change. Being a junior, I have only a very brief sense of institutional history, but having spoken with several professors who have taught at Duke since the 1960s, I feel qualified to make the following assertion: The past two years saw students take an interest in administrative affairs at a level only seldom seen in the last three decades.
(04/19/94 4:00am)
The Information Superhighway. How often does society label its constructs "super"? There's Superman, not the ubermench, but Clark Kent of Krypton--faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, more powerful than a locomotive.
(04/06/94 4:00am)
Last Saturday in Cameron, I had one of the scariest experiences of my life. From the very beginning when the "Poltergeist" girl said, "They're baaack!" to the very end when Tony Lang took a charge with 10.8 seconds left to seal our semifinal victory, I felt charged with energy. The atmosphere, the mood, the cheering all contributed to an adrenaline rush beyond description. When we finally won, the upsurge of relief nearly overwhelmed me; I turned and hugged a stranger standing next to me.
(02/25/94 5:00am)
What price human life? For most, the question is academic. Dying, we cannot buy life; alive, we cannot sell it, yet yesterday, today and tomorrow we set a price.
(02/09/94 5:00am)
At midnight, the lights go out. Glory fades; footsteps echo; an orange ball bounces away. Heads held high or hung low-it matters not at all. At midnight, the lights go out.
(12/01/93 5:00am)
As the Duke community discusses the quality of its intellectual vigor this semester, the debate rightly focuses on the two parties most responsible for the current situation, the students and the faculty. We must remember, though, that the administration cannot wholly absent itself from responsibility for the level of dissatisfaction being expressed on campus.
(11/17/93 5:00am)
There is a difference between hearing and listening, and sometimes I wonder if anybody listens. For the drive-by "Hi!" on the Bryan Center walkway, hearing will suffice, but meaningful discourse mandates that you listen closely.
(09/08/93 4:00am)
The light from the street lamps brightly streamed onto the broad sidewalks of Washington DC but dimly oozed into the sharp corners where the pathway intersected buildings. The man in the long, tan overcoat with the upturned collar stood in these corners avoiding the veritable spotlights overhead. Adjusting his fedora to obscure his face more effectively, he walked alongside the white building, each footstep clicking like a tick from a bomb. Reaching the metal doors, the man turned to the plaque at his right to be sure he was at the right place and read "Russell Senate Office Building."
(08/22/93 4:00am)
Duke's residential problems are not limited to excessively dominant fraternities. Coming from a small high school last year, I felt lost among Duke's 6,000 undergraduates. Knowing that feeling, I can certainly understand why first-year students would want the smaller group identity that comes from being in a fraternity. For all the negatives attributed to fraternities, they do provide one function performed by few other university organs--they offer a sense of belonging and acceptance to their members. If administrators are truly serious about improving residential life, they must examine not only the social problems arising from fraternities but also the dearth of residential options that causes people to join them.
(04/20/93 4:00am)
My connection with the Holocaust comes almost half a century after the event, but nonetheless, this connection has played a seminal role in my life. Three years ago, I stood in front of the Rappaport Memorial in the middle of what was the Warsaw Ghetto and observed Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) with 4,000 other teens from 37 different countries. The next day, all 4,000 of us, different by nationality and background, but unified in common cause, marched the windy, desolate, three kilometer road from Auschwitz to Birkenau.
