In high school I thought a lot about college. I imagined taking atypical classes, meeting articulate peers and dating fascinating women.
Reparations: Obsession with race and white guilt are counterproductiveContrary to what Ms. Donnelly and others seem to believe, many of those like myself who oppose reparations, racial preferences and other "progressive" causes do not do so out of ignorance of the facts.
Sabra and Shatila. Kigali. Srebrenica. Ask Princeton students to point to these places on a map, and only a few will be able to do it.
It is my singular misfortune ? and perhaps evidence that God has a sense of humor ? that I am a member of the Christian clergy with the exact same name as Brother Stephen White, the infamous fundamentalist preacher, whose interpretation and understanding of the message of Jesus Christ could not be more different from my own and that of the Episcopal Church.It is exactly because of this odd coincidence that I feel compelled to decry in the strongest possible terms Brother Stephen's treatment at the hands of outraged students at the College of New Jersey earlier this week where he was pelted by stones and garbage.
Independence. By the very definition of the word, it is not requiring or relying on something else for assistance.After sophomore year at Princeton, students move out of their residential colleges and into "upperclassmen" status.
On the morning of Sept. 11, the first comment of one of my colleagues on the terrorist attacks was "I hope they are not the Palestinians." As a Muslim, this sentence, which was another example of the common habit of associating any terrorist activity with Muslims from whatever nation they may be, hurt me as much as the tragic event that was taking place.
We read the Prince's profile of Bob Durkee with great interest. As leaders of the anti-sweatshop campaign started by Students for Progressive Education and Action, we spent many hours in his office trying to promote our cause, and are gratified to hear that he came to agree with much of our platform.Unfortunately, a factual error in the article misrepresented the extent to which we came to be in agreement.
Now that President Tilghman has reprimanded a brace of well-respected deans and officers in the Department of Admissions, the supposed "victims" in New Haven are probably sitting smugly, snickering with each other over snifters of well-aged brandy.For years, everyone's known that Yale has played second fiddle to Princeton and, having now found its chance to stab back, has tattled pathetically to the news media over what was, essentially, a victimless and harmless act of simple curiosity.Top Bulldogs in Connecticut Hall should be grateful that quick-thinking Princetonians exposed the big-as-a-barn-door holes in their laughable computer security system.This could have been resolved with a handshake and a martini, but Yalies instead chose to blow it up, all because their University wants for both sympathy and attention.
Though I actually agree with Mr. Harkleroad that reparations in the form of money to African-Americans in our country are not necessarily a good idea, I found the reasoning in his column offensive and infuriating.
History of property deprivation should be considered in reparations debateI write in response to the diatribe against reparations that appeared in the Prince on Wednesday.
I learned a valuable lesson this August during OA leader refresher courses. I attended a session on "leave no trace," given by a traveling team sponsored by Subaru (and believe me, I think the irony of that situation cause for its own editorial). At one point during the presentation, one instructor asked for a volunteer to aid in a presentation.
When my sister left for her first year of college last fall, I told her that the first two months would be the worst.
Not long ago, wandering around the vast Englishtown flea market, I effected a misprision. In the old days, before I got hip to modern critical theory, I would have said simply that I made a mistake, but I now see that misprisions are much to be preferred to vulgar mistakes.
Hatred not tolerated on campusLast week, a student discovered a hateful epithet written on the inside of her dormitory room door.
Walking on the National Mall in Washington D.C. several weeks ago, I encountered one of the few things that come close to making me feel ashamed to be an American.
On President Bush's wishlist for the remainder of this Congress are an energy bill that would increase domestic production of oil and gas, a ban on human cloning, and legislation that would make governmental social services grants available to religious groups.All of those wishes are, quite frankly, terrifying to anyone who cares about the environment, health care or the separation of church and state, but the more concerning item on the agenda is a nasty version of welfare reform that would make harsher work requirements necessary for recipients.Bush wants beneficiaries to work 40 hours a week now, instead of the 30 currently required.
If George W. Bush, who's on the cover of the latest issue of Runner's World magazine, were to go running around his ranch with another world leader, which would it be?
What I was most concerned about with the approach of Sept. 11 this year was the normalization and perhaps even commercialization that I suspected was bound to occur on the anniversary.
This summer we arrived at our public policy internships in D.C. determined to go beyond filing papers and to make some difference in the world.
My favorite thing about coming back to campus in the fall is seeing all of "my places." I'm sure you know what I'm talking about: There are those places on campus that you walked by all the time in past years, places where you always hung out, places that really remind you of certain times in your Princeton career.I realized how important these places were during this past summer away from Princeton.
