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Leaders of the Duke community—including administration, faculty and students—spoke in a forum on the steps of the Chapel Wednesday evening to address the noose found hanging on the Bryan Center Plaza early that morning.
After playing a Nazi-themed drinking game during an Athletics Union's ski trip in France, London School of Economics students are now facing disciplinary action, according to LSE student newspaper The Beaver. "'Nazi Ring of Fire' involved arranging cards on the table in the shape of a Swastika, and required players to 'Salute the Fuhrer,'" according to the paper. A fight after the game resulted in a Jewish student breaking his nose.
Schaefer Theater bustles as directors and managers make their final changes to both the stage and sound only five minutes before the show. “Can you turn the saxophone up?” calls the music director to the soundboard above. She continues to make small tweaks before disappearing behind a black curtain. The stage is split—one side of the theater is made to look like an old hotel room, decorated with a tired mattress and desk accompanying faded green and white walls. On the opposite stage is an elevated platform, the setting entirely black barring a sign that hangs from the catwalk, which flashes CAB-A-RET.
As another simmering summer day ends on North Carolina State’s campus, commotion broils around the Witherspoon Student center. A line of students—some swinging lanyards around their fingers, others high-fiving and reenacting stories from the night before—stroll past dozens of reporters and a gauntlet of anti-rape protesters to join the line for the evening’s entertainment: Tucker Max, the self-proclaimed womanizer and asshole and Duke Law graduate, and a screening of his new film I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. The protesters silently pass out flyers, smiling as they let their posters speak for themselves: Stop Supporting Rape Culture, Real Men Respect Women and This Is Not Entertainment.
Allow me to preface this column by saying that this will not be the first time a story concerning vandalism has
I've learned a lot these past four years, but strangely enough I've learned a lot more these past four months. I've been to more panels, lectures and religious services since January than I had in my previous seven semesters at Duke.
Three cryptic messages spray-painted on West Campus capped a weekend marked by an unusually high incidence of vandalism.
A swastika was found painted on the northeast side of Baldwin Auditorium Saturday afternoon, at least the third offensive symbol to have defaced East Campus this academic year.
Never again" just keeps coming around. Last semester, I wrote a column about the swastika vandalism that appeared on East Campus. The victims of that bigotry were housed in Giles. Just a few days ago, Giles received another free makeover, this one targeting homosexuals.
On Tuesday The Chronicle reported a disturbing case of vandalism on East Campus that was directed against the LGBT community. A phrase that can be considered nothing less than hate speech was reportedly scrawled on the Giles Dormitory bench late Saturday night and has now been on display for several days.
Last week, we were lied to. You may have noticed an administrator's quote in the Nov. 11 article in The Chronicle, "East Campus dorms vandalized," describing vandalism involving a swastika on East Campus as an "isolated incident." But was this really the lone instance of such intimidation? This "isolated incident" was, according to a member of East Campus Council, actually the second occurrence of such intimidation at Duke. You weren't notified when the first swastika showed up. Most students weren't informed about the second swastika. And no one was told there could be two separate occurrences.
Administrators have taken notice of several acts of vandalism that have occurred on East Campus since the start of the academic year.
Hello world. This is Alex Warr writing, and, to quote a beloved editor of yesteryear, we've never met. There are several reasons for this. It could be my heterosexual life-mate Varun usually uses this space to blather on about the prominent issues of the day. Perhaps it's because I'm a level one ninja on Facebook and silence is my hot hot sex. But mainly I prefer to express my opinions through the humor of sandbox. Not so today.
Islam is not the enemy," declared the San Francisco Chronicle in an Oct. 14, 2005 staff editorial. "Islam is not America's enemy in terror war," wrote the Daily Herald, a Provo, Utah newspaper, when headlining an Aug. 20 column by Charles Haynes, a scholar at the First Amendment Center in Arlington, Va.
I should have known better when I first read the headlines claiming that Ward Churchill had compared Sept. 11 victims to Nazis.
I am utterly saddened by Chronicle columnist Philip Kurian’s complete display of ignorance. Kurian’s blatant generalizations of the entire Jewish community—especially in the column’s title “The Jews”—were both shocking and disappointing.
Sometimes trying too hard to be a sensationalist can ruin a reporter’s credibility. Shadee, your Sept. 10 column is full of misconceptions and falsehoods that need to be cleared up.
Isn't it pretty to think that students at Duke University are not bigots or fools? Unfortunately, some are both, and invariably other students suffer the misfortune of living beside them. Last week, as a friend and I were leaving a nearly vacant residence hall, we saw a cooler sitting in a fraternity commons in plain view from the public hallway featuring a painted Confederate battle flag on its top above some lettering advertising an "Old South Party" that certainly brought joy and gonorrhea to the fraternal order of rednecks and their misuses sometime during early April. Tempers shakily in check, we started looking at the pictures on the wall, discovering an unsurprising paucity of pigment and an equally unsurprising abundance of men with Roman numerals after their names. But as time passed, I had second thoughts about my reaction. Could it be possible, as one of my white friends suggested, that the Confederate flag is simply a symbol of Southern heritage?
In most settings, it would have been a politically-incorrect joke.
At this point in his life, my father was marching on the Pentagon and being jailed in defiance of his country. I find myself at 21, my country once again living in interesting times, so to speak, and I am a protest virgin. Now, I hate injustice as much as the next dude, but the myths of '60s activism didn't live long for me: Protests of my father's time were violent, faddish and futile. The ones a few years ago in Seattle were even worse. I was beginning to fear my political maturity would come and go, leaving me with no cause to say "I was there."
