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Our breadsticks are for smart children. Not you.
The Duke Catholic Center (DCC) has a history of marginalizing Black students, failing to uphold its mission to create a welcoming community grounded in social justice.
The scale of the challenge is why now is no time for any Duke student to turn off, tune out and settle for a future that is less bright than what America has always promised.
I was a digital serf, a laborer toiling on the data aggregation farm of the oligarchs in San Francisco. My reward was but a pittance, a small hit of dopamine in exchange for every single marketable fact about my existence.
Students in 2020, many of whom do not remember a world without Facebook, are not the same as they were in 2004. We must hold Facebook's new product to higher privacy standards.
The Covid-19 pandemic has caused an immense amount of pain, fear, and disappointment in the institutions that many of us trusted at one point in our lives. Instead of mocking this fear and skepticism, we need to look at where it comes from. And for members of academic institutions, we need to examine our own failures in creating lasting trust.
So when I talk about lungs, I'm working to not automatically think of my own mortality and the crumbling of our organs into ash. Instead, I'm beginning to see the breath and life that I receive and circulate and give—the parts of humanity that are beautiful, immortal, timeless.
Being fearful of one another doesn’t drive the virus out. Rather, Duke students and the Durham community should rely on one another to slow the spread of Covid-19 safely and honestly.
At Duke, I felt caught between prayer and pretending to be rich, so I kept my jobs and rationed my refund checks. I didn’t always have the cash, checks, credit, connections or concerned parents to keep up with my peers. But I did have the cornrows and the courage to put my best wig on and march through the Blue Devil circus, finessing my finances and cultivating my way out of debt.
Without the disease of students, the C1 buses have quickly become the country’s fifth largest nature reserve.
Saying no more, she stood up then and danced with her twisted hip the rest of what her heart had to say while others opened their mouths and gave her the music. Long notes held until the four-part harmony was perfect enough for their deeply loved flesh.
The moral arc of the Universe(ity) bends not towards justice, but rather towards profit at whatever cost. The University was never meant to be survivable.
As an RA, regardless of where I’m assigned, I’m tasked with fostering a community. But I’ve never felt as unequipped to do so as I do in Blue Light.
Chinese food is so good that literal empires and dynasties have risen and crumbled, lost to the history books, while delicacies like the humble char siu bun (叉燒包) flourished and capture the hearts and stomachs of people the world over even today.
Well, screw you and your fake magic. Here at Duke, I’m learning what’s real.
It was incredibly inconsiderate that our video was used, very obviously, as the face of Duke’s racial equity initiative, without any notification of such actions or proper credit where credit was due.
Never before has the Duke community so needed a social outlet for their internalized anxieties, and never before have our campus bars been so inaccessible to so many.
This is, in my opinion, the original sin of Kirk brand conservatism: beyond furiously opposing liberals, it is very flexible.
No matter how big of a basketball fan you are, basketball cannot and will not be the same if these social inequities persist.
This new Title IX policy fails students in extraordinary ways, a failure only compounded by Duke's utter lack of effort to facilitate an engaging, robust conversation with the student body.
