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I would like to make a clarification and an apology concerning a recent Chronicle article on recording thousands of students' faces.
But for now, all I’m asking Duke is: Where did my scholarship go?
It’s clean and simple to put out public relations materials, and trust me, this university is overflowing with it. It’s more difficult to do real reporting, but it’s so necessary. In case you haven’t followed, there’s a lot of dirt that Duke just doesn’t want to be dug up.
The editorial section is not a diary, not like my third-grade notebooks. It should not exist to publish sweeping claims or unfounded ideas.
Please accept this as an attempt to amplify the record, not correct it. Each of us who was there that day had a particular experience. The historical record is not complete without each one of their perspectives too.
Given the wide range of socio-economic backgrounds at Duke, the $7,000 buy-in is a pittance for those at the upper end of the economic ladder and a fortune for those at the bottom.
We need radical change in Duke’s culture, and we needed it yesterday.
If we zoom out beyond our immediate bubble, we can see that we are privileged to even consider success as something beyond survival.
Being part of The Chronicle was one of the greatest investments of my Duke career, because as far as I’m concerned, it made me a part of everything.
In my attempt to critique an entire campus, I really ended up criticizing myself. The Spring 2019 Monday Monday reveal.
Stepping into the ‘real world’ pushes us to consider how the values so emphasized in the academic setting can also be transferable to communities around us.
We can show up and listen to each other. We can let each other in on secrets. We can admit when we don’t know the answer.
So now, as I conclude my finals and pack my boxes, I prepare for my own Homecoming in the hopes that three months in Texas will show me just why I sought Duke out in the first place.
The destruction of this crucial meeting space is regressive and irresponsible, and will affect Baldwins for generations to come.
Have you ever thought about what it takes to get a synthetic uterus through the TSA screening line at the airport?
What I’ve learned at The Chronicle is that accepting you have been “bad” is necessary for you to be better.
Philanthropy and charity can’t make up for the crushing structural income inequality that make possible Rubenstein's unimaginable affluence, nor can it ethically compensate for the deeply immoral roots of that wealth accumulation.
Editorial board became that niche I was looking for at Duke, something I could commit myself to while navigating a campus that I still very much felt alienated from.
The Chronicle is more than the sum of its parts because it’s the product of hours of sometimes-thankless labor by students balancing their university lives with journalism.
When I came to Duke as a first-year student, I did not have much of an interest in joining The Chronicle. I was interested in science and medicine and had no interest in journalism.
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