In the English language, there’s this very delicate dance that we spin around the n-word. We have conversations over who can say it and who cannot. We reserve it for certain scenarios and contexts. We create impossible hypotheticals that serve to push people to some type of ethical extreme: “If there’s a kid with a terminal disease and his last wish is to say the n-word, do you tell him he can’t say it?” Meanwhile, I pepper the n-word into all my casual conversations. I grew up hearing the word: It simply is a part of my vocabulary, and it’s a word I carried to my time as a Columbia student. I even said it abroad, yelling it across Avenida de los Presidentes in Cuba to catch another student’s attention one or two times. The word exists, however, outside of Make-A-Wish-sponsored philosophy questions and my mouth....
Playwright Dael Orlandersmith wishes Robert Burns’ famous words to resonate, urging students to be “citizens of the world”
Dael Orlandersmith leaned over the podium, never letting the echo of her voice die in the auditorium. She allowed her voice to run at a gallop, enunciating every “t” and “d” with a punch as she engraved a brand new, bittersweet piece onto the hearts of the audience....
“To exist on this campus is a revolutionary act” was something that I heard a lot as an underclassman. But as an upperclassman, I can tell you that my existence here isn’t resistance—it’s self-interested complacency. I probably repeated the idea that my existence was revolutionary as much as I heard it as an underclassman. In the tide of emotions following the 2016 election, and the racial injustices of police brutality and systematic oppression, I found myself firm in one thing: that my only solution was to be a revolutionary. I wanted to fight for a more ethical system shrouded under mountains of Marxist theory that I barely read, even when it was required for CC. Revolution to me looked like an end to police brutality and racial discrimination, the attainment of full equality for LGBTQIA+ individuals, and economic equality. So, firm in my belief of revolution but lacking any theoretical or critical framework, I and many of the people around me set out to be ethical—economically and socially in ways that just weren’t allowed in our current economic system. Still, we cursed the University, the city, and the country for not caring enough....
“What are you?” people would ask me. And when I was too young to answer, they would ask, “What is he?” and await my parents’ reply.
I remember when my friend began to shift in her seat during our weekly video call as the end of my story crept closer. Filled with endorphins and excitement from last week’s events, I was stripped of my usual abilities to read her thoughts and hesitations. We were just girls talking about dating in college—what was so wrong with that? Girls talked about love and boys all the time, right? But we weren’t just talking about boys and love. We were talking about girls loving boys and girls loving girls. As I finished my story, I automatically asked, “What about you?” Complete silence radiated through my phone as my mind began to connect the dots. How could I be so ignorant? Of course she doesn’t have stories to tell me—she’s at Howard University, a historically black university....
Barnard administrators affirm push to increase student-alumni relations, alumni engagement at SGA in light of decrease in giving rate
Representatives from Barnard’s Student Government Association questioned administrators about low rates of alumni engagement and a lack of awareness among the student body of student-alumni networking opportunities at an SGA meeting on Monday....
Since arriving on campus, I have been involved with many conversations with my peers similar to the following:
What you saw: A white man harassing a group of black students while shouting “White people built the modern world!” As his shrill voice fills your ears, you are surprised that racism exists on your beloved college campus. You discuss it over a meal with friends the next day, but as you focus on finals, the events in the video are quickly forgotten....