Unfortunately, our models of accountability are based within the same carceral logics that plague our criminal-(in)justice system.
Our Duke experience this fall looks nothing like it has before. That’s devastating. But it’s also an opportunity.
Up until that point in my life, it had never occurred to me that something as mundane as toothpaste warranted an entire aisle.
Moral of the story: wear your mask. Be responsible. We are all just human. We are all facing a moral dilemma, and we know which path is right. And when in doubt, remember: we are all interconnected.
This decision was a grave mistake that seriously endangers both the Duke and Durham community.
Diversity will manifest itself once equity is achieved—not the other way around.
Music offers a unique and personal sort of solace to all, regardless of how these difficult times have impacted us. Classical music should speak to us now more than ever—its works have stood the test of time, and the sentiments it evokes have resonated with generations of people—each of whom had a distinct set of hopes, dreams, struggles, and ambitions.
Well, this is “next time”…. and “the church” is still standing on the wrong side of history.
Horny, repressed, zit-faced, socially inept, newly independent, fresh-out-of-high-school adolescents are exhibiting bad judgement. Administration is baffled.
Duke University is defined and strengthened by the thousands of international undergraduate and graduate students in our community.
Almost 31 years after its release, Spike Lee’s “Do the Right Thing” remains eerily applicable to understanding and reconciling property damage with anti-Blackness.
A discussion on achieving racial equity at Duke will have to include conversations about technology and its role in society.
Not only do we as Black people carry the generational trauma of our ancestors, we also carry their generational blessings and gifts. Alive in each of us is strength, love and power that will alter our current reality.
You are less likely to take beneficial economic risks; the kind meant for the secure. You just want to make sure your family has what they need. You are extra attentive to messages from your parents. Usually, it means something is wrong.
At the end of every academic year, the Chronicle invites graduating staff to write a senior column examining their time at 301 Flowers.
Though most (read: all) of my contributions to the Chronicle have been photos, I’m glad I had the words to say this.
That was when I got it. I still remember the visceral excitement I felt when writing about what I saw, the vicarious emotion that bled through my recording of the postgame interview.
To my Chronicle, thank you for allowing me to cover the Duke community and find one within it, too. Thank you for giving me a home.
For hours and hours as I drove north on I-95, I desperately grasped for memories like a child catching fireflies, trying to chase and hold onto as many as possible.
How many young Duke fans get the chance to grow up and sit courtside at a Duke basketball game in Cameron, and then go into the locker room to interview Grayson Allen or Zion Williamson?
