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The past couple of days have been a master class in how to take action without actually listening.
Although COVID-19 has brought death and exacerbated societal inequities and increased feelings of isolation and loneliness, this virus has united humanity in our shared vulnerability.
Anti-Semitism is dubbed ‘history’s oldest hatred’ for a reason.
Bringing a white supremacist to campus as a part of a program that professes to “prepare the next generation of strategists” is, conservatively speaking, a pretty bold statement to make.
We are worried as heck about losing ourselves, about losing our friends, about losing our identity. We are afraid that we aren’t good enough. We are terrified of what others think. I sure am.
"'Growing up and driving past that wall with my family made the university seem like this magical but inaccessible place...'"
And even if I haven’t found my Modern Love-r, my true Tinder match or my college romance; even if I have made mistakes and messed up, I have humanized and given and advocated and fought. I have loved.
Those not specialized in a specific field would be hard-pressed to find any opportunity for which our service in another country–or even in another community–is efficient, useful, and sustainable. An eight-week exploration of Thailand or India or Ghana may satiate our desire to travel to a foreign nation, but it does little more than that.
The central narrative of 48 percent is so egregiously high that it’s easy to forget that the number represents thousands upon thousands of people who have fought so resiliently to stay alive.
Racial separation then becomes a means of survival. My white peers and I self-segregate. Many of our minority classmates self-preserve.
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