Much has already been expressed about the recent Black Justice League protest, but the backlash over the mandated cultural competency training has really surprised me.
Dearest Princetonians, you have reached, if you will, the home stretch of your regular season. With classes just a week and a half away from winding down, you may, as I do, begin to wonder in vain why we have been allotted merely two weeks of rest and relaxation instead of three, as has been the case in years past.
The Black Justice League is demanding to remove Woodrow Wilson’s name from campus institutions, and in doing so they are asking for a divisive legacy to be reconsidered.
By now, the dust has already cleared on the widespread backlash against the Black Justice League’s (BJL) sit-in.
As some Princeton students have called for the changing of the name of the Woodrow Wilson School of International and Public Affairs and Wilson college, others have argued that this would be an erasure.
Last Thursday, senior columnist Imani Thornton wrote an op-ed titled “Can you be ‘Woke’ and B.S.E.?” She concludes that because B.S.E.
The evening after the final football game, the Band gathers in the inner sanctum of Nassau Hall — the cavernous Faculty Room.
By Cameron Zeluck Remember Brandon Roy? The guy who was supposed to start a dynasty with a young Portland Trail Blazers team; the guy who cried walking off the court after scoring 18 in the 4thagainst the soon-to-be-champion Mavericks in the 2011 Playoffs; the guy who could have become Kevin Durant’s biggest rival in the West? What about Tracy McGrady?
The word “SeaWorld” used to evoke smiles and excited giggles, but that time has long since passed.
You might know the type: the social justice warrior on your Facebook feed, posting provocative articles about white privilege, gentrification or the death of yet another black person killed by a police officer.
“The point of college is to be offended,” my friend said as we left our annual middle school reunion.
With Beyoncé’s “Run the World (Girls)” playing from the room’s speakers and accompanying my steps, I marched confidently into Richardson Auditorium two weeks ago.
“Freedom, ‘I’dom, ‘Me’dom, where’s your ‘We’dom?” It’s an unequivocal call for compassion, sympathy and solidarity.
“Too poor for college, too rich for financial aid” is a phrase that describes the awkward financial status of those who can afford college, but not comfortably.
Everyone knows “that kid” in precept. The one who talks far too much. The one who has the answer to every question.
I hate to do this, but let's talk about Yik Yak for a moment.As many of us have seen over the past few weeks, Princeton’s local Yik Yak has exploded with denouncements of the Black Justice League’s peaceful protest outside and inside of Nassau Hall.
I grew up in Colorado. When I tell people this, they usually make some reference to its natural beauty, its ski resorts, or the possibility of legally purchasing marijuana there for recreational purposes.
Take a flashback with me for a moment. It’s 2013, and your favorite Sports Editor is riding on Cloud Nine after his beloved hometown team has had their best season in years.
On Nov. 16, Luke Gamble wrote an opinion article titled “Mr. Hollande, No new wars”. In the article, Gamble cautioned France against making the same mistakes the US did after 9/11 by creating a “broad and blind war on terror.” While I agree with the sentiment of restraint shown in the article, I believe that such absolute pacifism is not the answer.
Here’s the thing: Ours is a campus with a long history and an infinite future that’s wrestling with the currents of the roiling present.
