“If you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve got no reason to hide.” That adage needs some serious rethinking in a world where the word “wrong” can mean something different to every person.
In her op-ed “Outrage,” columnist Jacquelyn Thorbjornson ’19 took the mainstream media to task for not covering a rape allegedly committed by undocumented immigrants at Rockville, Md. high school. She claims that “the only significant difference between the two cases is the immigration status of the alleged attackers.” This is blatantly false.
“It is totally over. If Trump wins more than 240 electoral votes, I will eat a bug.” These words, tweeted out on Oct, 18, 2016, and later reiterated on CNN, came from none other than our very own Sam Wang, professor of neuroscience and a founder of the Princeton Election Consortium. At the time, it was music to my ears — I remember texting one of my friends the CNN video clip along with the caption, “okay I feel much better now.” Of course, when a month later Trump won 304 electoral votes (and my hairline receded about the same number of inches), it was time for Wang to eat crow and cricket on live TV. But then I began wondering: Why did I take such solace in his tweet in the first place?
AASA sees why affirmative action can seem like an indirect attack on the Asian community or a race quota in college admissions. But affirmative action is the wrong target for your anger.
Last week, while the nation was focused on the healthcare debate, a 14-year-old girl was brutally raped in a bathroom stall at her high school in Rockville, Maryland.
Last summer, Canadian writer Malcolm Gladwell argued that donating to Princeton was a “moral crime.” When people decide to donate their money to a cause, he says, they must also consider where that money isnotgoing. He assumes that people donate to improve the lives of others, and, therefore, thatthey are wrong to donate to the school with the largest per capita endowment in the world, where the impact of their donationis minimal.
Why can’t some kind of jointly-operated music school be developed with Princeton University? Why not a newly-contoured school where students are chosen for admission based on their musical abilities, where the degrees they receive come from either Rider or Princeton, depending on where they matriculate?
We all follow implicit rules that dictate when and how to touch other people. It’s something we rarely talk about, and even the phrase “touch people” is something of a perversion or a corny spiritual platitude. But the fact is, touch is an integral part of human interaction.
“It’s late,” I say. “I try to be in bed by midnight.” “Of course, you little humanities major, you,” she chuckles patronizingly. “If you can go to bed this early, you clearly don’t have a lot of work to do.”
In light of this threat, we have to protect and defend the European Union as the unifying, effective, and powerful body that it truly is. Without it, Europe would surely be in a more disorderly state of affairs.
A few weeks ago, my family called and asked if I planned to watch the President’s joint address to Congress. I told them that I didn't, and framed my nonparticipation as an act of political dissent. I said I wasn’t going to dignify Trump by giving him my attention. But the truth is, I had forgotten that the speech was even scheduled, having been so bogged down with other stresses and demands.
At the start of each April, freshmen, sophomores, and juniors eagerly make living arrangements for the following academic year through the room draw process. Since there is a considerable disparity in the quality of different housing arrangements, the rules for room draw enhance living choice for some students while restricting it for others.
Today, the University announces its decision to continue funding for-profit prisons and immigrant detention centers. The University thus defends its complicity in institutional violence against the nation’s most marginalized communities.
As a bright-eyed, eager freshman at the beginning of the fall semester, I was sure that I had passed all the rites of passage to become a Princetonian. I had gone on my Community Action trip, participated in the myriad of orientation activities, and endured the line at Labyrinth Books for my first textbooks.
