We all remember the recorder. There’s a time in all our lives — the early years — when music is considered an indispensable part of learning. We are excited to blow incongruent melodies through a magical stick and we get even more excited when those melodies become congruent. Though we don’t have the words yet,…
As the protests rage on at Mizzou, Yale, Ithaca, and Claremont McKenna, so many commentators and publications have jumped in, guns blazing, to denounce the protests at the top of their lungs, arguing that the “safe spaces” that the students call for are nothing but a means of stifling free speech.
The latest chapter of racial violence in America unfolded in the same way as always. In the span of two months, the nation watched as a Black student was assaulted by a police officer in South Carolina, and as prosecutors argued that the murder of Tamir Rice, a black child, was justified. We watched as systems of Black subjugation and murder replicated themselves in a pattern we have seen over and over again.
Once upon a freshman year there was a pair of roommates. Opposites if you want to be so cliché– one black, one white, one open, one closed, one dedicated, one lost, one weary, one enthusiastic, both naïve. Their differences are irrelevant; this is a story about their similarities, and their strange and unexpected mutual growth in the wake of the Mizzou tragedy.
For those of you who have been living under a rock or not accessing social media lately for whatever reason, racial tensions have been building at Mizzou for some time now. There have been many acts of racial intolerance against students of color at the university. These have included, but are not limited to, the painting of a swastika in feces on school property and the direction of the n-word at the student body president.
Hundreds of students, faculty and community members stood in solidarity on Thursday in support of black students at the University of Missouri.