By Jacob Carter, Staff Writer
Nine students at New York University recently banded together to form the “I, too, am NYU” project. The organization’s goal is to bring a voice to the campus’ many racial minority groups and illuminate the discrimination that such students frequently face.
The inspiration for the project originated from similar actions taken by students at universities such as Harvard and Oxford. Involvement in the mission came after the college’s president, John Sexton, proclaimed in a university-wide speech that “there is no racial majority ” on the campus. Needless to say, many students felt insulted by such a remark, as it minimized the importance of race and glossed over prejudices that still exist today.
The project’s most powerful element comes in the form of photos that have since been publicized by means of various social media outlets. In the pictures, each individual holds up a whiteboard on which he or she has written some of the racist or stereotypical remarks that have been addressed to them.
One black female student wrote down a comment made by her white male roommate, which reads “There’s no such thing as a black pretty girl.” Another student wrote down the words of a concerned parent who didn’t think her daughter would get into the school because the school was “letting in a lot of foreigners.”
Along with the photographs, the organization crafted a proposal asking the university’s administration to be more open in regards to issues such as race. Though their efforts are quite recent, the group has been met with large amounts of both support and criticism.
Most of the disapproval comes from those who claim that racial tension has been the only result of this project. Others are upset at how the project represents certain racial minorities better than others. On both accounts, I find these criticisms to be quite wrongheaded.
In regards to racial representation, the group itself wisely pointed out that the project is still in its early stages. Hopefully, as it continues to expand with new participants, it will not be long before a full spectrum of racial diversity is expressed.
However, it is the comment concerning racial tension that I found most disconcerting. By unveiling the discrimination that still exists in our current culture, these students have illustrated a problem that is often thought to be antiquated or irrelevant. Though prejudice is not as blatantly malicious as it once was, it is still an issue that demands to be addressed. Therefore, these students are not causing racial tension. They are simply uncovering an aspect of society that is all too often ignored by many people.
I was deeply moved by the project, and I hope that their efforts are rewarded by the presence of a more racially harmonious campus environment.
By Alex H. Wagner, Staff Writer
It was like any other party: a dizzying flash of colored lights, music blasting at deafening volumes, and bodies contorting through the darkness. Then the music dissipated, and lights revealed the stage. Entering from the left, with red high heels, bobbed hair, and wearing a red, silver and gold sequined dress, the drag queen known as Mizery grabbed a microphone.
“Alright, I need a tissue, because I am sweating like a hooker in church,” she says.
So began the drag ball, one of the first on Boston University’s campus in several years (the last drag ball was organized by Spectrum at BU). Patrick Johnson, a member of Delta Lambda Phi, felt it was time the social fraternity hosted such an event, being the only one on campus openly supportive of men of all sexual and gender identities.
Students formed on the dance floor certainly expressed such excitement as Mizery alternated between lip-syncing to Beyoncé and interacting with the audience. In one instance, she playfully claimed one audience member as her husband, saying she’d have to fatten him up with corn bread and black-eyed peas when they went home.
“She’s an amazing performer, ‘The Living Legend Mizery,’ as she calls herself,” says Alexander Delgado, president of Delta Lambda Phi. Delgado also indicated the ball was meant to promote safer sex, hence their partnership with Student Health Services. Free condoms and dental dams were distributed at the entrance.
Of course, even this was embraced as part of the fun, or, for Johnson, as part of the pun, who painted his face red and yellow.
“The red is ketchup and the yellow is mustard, and I’m throwing out condoms, so I’ll be condom-ment,” he says.
By Emily Overholt, Staff Writer
Oh Convenience Points. The magical currency of terriers all over Commonwealth Ave. While they’re great for snagging some late night Domino’s or some overpriced shampoo in City Convenience, there are some things you just can’t get. Despite being sold in places that accept the points that you bought on your iPhone a minute before getting to the cash register, you won’t be walking away with any of these:
They sell them in the City Convenience on West Campus, but you aren’t allowed to use your Monopoly money to get both those chasers and your weekend pack of smokes. It’s probably for the best though, one pack costs more than a small pizza these days.
In the biggest moment of irony, the BU Pub proudly displays a “we accept convenience points” tag on the backside of the beer tap, but the bartenders can get pretty testy when you don’t have cash on hand to pay for your lager. It’s okay though, at least you can get a sandwich in the proximity of a Blue Moon when you’re low on real funds.
3. Scratch Lottery Tickets
Another City Co. item that just isn’t meant to be. Just think of the pure profit of buying a scratcher with points and winning real money. You could go to the Pub and get a beer then.
As if the current Hockey East standings weren’t enough to make you mad at Boston College (they’re ranked #1 compared to BU’s #10), the BC version of Convenience Points, “Eagle Points,” get them a cab ride as well. But then again if I had to go out in Chestnut Hill I’d make the school subsidize it too.
5. Papa John’s Pizza
RIP good breadsticks…
As much as I feel like putting a paper together is nonstop neuroticism, today I was left with some time to sit and stare at my computer in the office.
The result was this: a playlist of stuff I listened to while willing my faithful associates to edit faster.It’s a little bit all over the place because I have music ADD, but whatever, nobody’s perfect.
Please note: “Zombie By the Cranberries” by Andrew Jackson Jihad is my personal anthem about how many people ask me for cigarettes in Allston, and in front of Warren, and everywhere. Happy listening.
-Emily, your friendly neighborhood Campus Editor
**Look out for more editors’ playlists in the coming days and weeks. We have a lot of downtime waiting for the computer to open up/for our associates to edit stories.