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Photo by Matthew Claybrook Around this time in the semester, the “new year” is beginning to look less and less new. We students are getting back into the habit of going to class, doing our homework, going to work and slowly forgetting about those treasured resolutions we made a few weeks ago. We’ve all been there: we start the year with big goals, but once the everyday demands of life come back around, it becomes...

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Dear Isaiah Mitchell, and anyone who agrees with him: Black lives matter. There’s so much to correct, but I’ll begin with the basics, the basics of being a human being. While it seems that “raging liberals” or “angry progressives” are the most upset with this article, above the labels, above left and right, it’s human beings that are upset with this article. To say that “for their own self-assurance [people who marched on MLK Jr....

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The white victimhood narrative espoused in Isaiah Mitchell’s recent column as the supposed motive for marching is frankly insulting to the thousands of people marching for diverse, warranted and vitally important causes. Anyone who has attended this march in recent years knows that the implications of structural racism in its many forms are front and center in the signs and voices of the organizations that honor Martin Luther King’s legacy. Labor groups, academics — including...

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OpinionWhy I did not march

January 16, 20182402 min

There were a few people — friends, professors, Yolanda the Supreme Mabee Guard — who asked me if I was going to march on MLK Jr. Day. I would tell them no, that I had homework and so forth, that I was going to do some writing instead, that I think I may visit my family but who knows? But I don’t have the time — sorry. These stammerings worked well until certain friends pressed...