What do we owe Duke?
By Annie Yang | January 20, 2020Duke likes to tell us is that we are “Forever Duke,” which neither comforts nor delights me as perhaps they intend.
Duke likes to tell us is that we are “Forever Duke,” which neither comforts nor delights me as perhaps they intend.
By all means, give the billionaires and fossil fuel lobbyists free one-way tickets to Mars. From the looks of it, they actually want to go.
Sorrow and despair won’t help the people and wildlife being devastated by the Australian bushfires. Instead, we must act.
The image of a bumbling, reluctant empire and the United States’ propensity for historical amnesia are especially dangerous in combination with the veneer of plausible deniability offered to universities by programs like AGS and H4D.
Student Health has fomented a black-box monopoly wherein dangerous misdiagnoses go unchecked.
We should allow members of this student body to make their own decisions rather than preempt them with particular notions of social justice.
Several of the annoyances of Duke life can be explained by looking at a simple economic principle.
I hope there comes a day when we can learn to stop listening to those who continue to doubt whether I and others living with mental illness are truly struggling.
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The CE shareholders of today are the billionaires of tomorrow, the ones convinced they are good people because they participate in “corporate social responsibility.”
You can imagine, therefore, how nice it is to write an anonymous column where no one will look at my face and pass a judgement.
"'Growing up and driving past that wall with my family made the university seem like this magical but inaccessible place...'"
We can easily draw connections between neoliberalism’s obsession with the expansion of market activity and the way Duke repackages and emblemates that mania, just on a smaller scale.
It is strange and fascinating to be in a place that positively reinforces just showing up and being myself.
Although we’ve finished our 2019 Thanksgiving dinners, let’s give thanks as Blue Devils as we continue on our journeys at Duke.
At the cusp of every final’s season—including this current one included—there is a heightened sense of anxiety in the people around me.
As soon as I come home, for better or for worse, I feel myself conforming into the usual comfortable habits of mine.
Thanksgiving conversations made me more aware of the uncomfortable fact that safe spaces like Duke and our own family structures blind us to larger societal inequities.
This world is hard, and doesn’t make sense, but I have never had a bad day that wasn’t alleviated by watching these kind, brilliant people cook and laugh together.
In the end, the ethics of taking a public good is a matter of common sense and decency. Sometimes things just feel wrong. If you feel the need to be furtive, don’t do it. Let your conscience be your guide.