Major madness: Racial and gender equity in computer science
By Amy Fan | June 25, 2020A discussion on achieving racial equity at Duke will have to include conversations about technology and its role in society.
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A discussion on achieving racial equity at Duke will have to include conversations about technology and its role in society.
Almost 31 years after its release, Spike Lee’s “Do the Right Thing” remains eerily applicable to understanding and reconciling property damage with anti-Blackness.
Not only do we as Black people carry the generational trauma of our ancestors, we also carry their generational blessings and gifts. Alive in each of us is strength, love and power that will alter our current reality.
Black lives matter.
You are less likely to take beneficial economic risks; the kind meant for the secure. You just want to make sure your family has what they need. You are extra attentive to messages from your parents. Usually, it means something is wrong.
At the end of every academic year, the Chronicle invites graduating staff to write a senior column examining their time at 301 Flowers.
Though most (read: all) of my contributions to the Chronicle have been photos, I’m glad I had the words to say this.
That was when I got it. I still remember the visceral excitement I felt when writing about what I saw, the vicarious emotion that bled through my recording of the postgame interview.
For hours and hours as I drove north on I-95, I desperately grasped for memories like a child catching fireflies, trying to chase and hold onto as many as possible.
To my Chronicle, thank you for allowing me to cover the Duke community and find one within it, too. Thank you for giving me a home.
While I am technically saying goodbye to The Chronicle, this is not the end.
In the main field of Duke Gardens, where the gargantuan stick sculpture used to make its home, there’s a grassy slope under the shade of a magnolia tree.
How many young Duke fans get the chance to grow up and sit courtside at a Duke basketball game in Cameron, and then go into the locker room to interview Grayson Allen or Zion Williamson?
I hate endings. Whether or not the good times have outweighed the bad, something about the finality of last moments will always make me cry.
After only writing about other people for years, it’s not super comfortable to write about myself, much less about me crying. Here we go.
It was my pleasure to participate in this game of telephone for four brief years. So ring ring, V. 116—it’s your time to pick up.
The next time the Class of 2020 is on campus, we won’t be students anymore.
Quarantine has forced me to reflect on my Duke experience too much, too soon. That includes reading back on many of my old columns—one of the few constants of my time here.
When you put up defenses against the discomfort of a broken world, you also cheat yourself out of the opportunity to see its beauty.
It’s crushing that we’ll miss those final moments. No Myrtle Beach. No final glances at the Chapel’s towering spires.