By Devon Delfino, Staff Writer
According to a recent article in The Daily Caller, a couple of students at an Washington high school wore Confederate flags to school in order to protest the gay rainbow flag that another student had reportedly been donning for the past two weeks.
Growing up in close proximity to University of California, Berkeley, I am no stranger to the longstanding tradition of student protests. However, this type of acting out seems to only signal the longstanding prejudices of the ignorant. And there is nothing I disdain more than perpetuated ignorance.
Using a confederate flag, which stands for a pro-slavery and therefore a pro-discrimination mentality, to protest the rights of a subset of the population is just wrong.
It’s hard enough being a teenager and try to discover who you are or at least who you want to be, let alone having to deal with people who don’t accept you as you are.
To be perfectly honest, their suspension for violating the dress code and causing a disruption seems a little off. Suspension seems to be a fitting punishment, but the reasons cited seem a bit too insignificant.
The beliefs behind such an actions need to be addressed at the source, and ignoring the real reason behind these students’ actions doesn’t help that.
Hatred in the U.S. is still a problem, though I can honestly say that I have not been personally affected by this type of blind hatred in a very long time. And the fact that this instance happened in the light of day, rather than behind a computer screen, proves more worrisome. The anonymity of the Internet allows for some seriously dark thoughts to come out without the fear of any real backlash. If anything, this instance is only further proof that we are a ways off from defeating these antiquated mentalities of hatred.
By Ryan Galindo, Staff Writer
I grew up thinking I had family that lived in the Philippines, Guam, Orlando, Fla. and Los Angeles. Nothing more, nothing less. And I believed that for 18 years.
When the time came for my me and my parents to decide where I would be going for college, I sat them down in our living room. I had applied to colleges all over the U.S. and was fortunate enough to be accepted to most of them. It was a surprise when my parents started listing off names of family members I never knew existed that lived nearby certain universities I was accepted to. The conversation went something like this:
Parents: Oh, Seattle University? You have cousins that live there.
Parents: You have an aunt that lives in New Jersey.
Parents: NYU and Fordham? We have family in New York.
Me: Oh my goodness!
Parents: Chaminad University? We have family in Honolulu, too.
I was dumbfounded.
Nonetheless, as confused as I was at this sudden revelation of our extended family tree, I was all the more excited to go to college. Yes, I’d have somewhere to stay during breaks, I thought to myself.
Thanksgiving weekend was the first opportunity I had to stay with my new found family. They live in a town outside Newark, N.J., so I took the bus from Boston to Newark Penn Station. It was a slow bus ride, prolonged by the holiday traffic and made longer by the anticipation I felt. I was going to meet these family members for the first time. All I knew was that my dad and the woman I was meeting were cousins, and that she and her husband had three children, all around my age.
When I got to Penn Station, I nervously stood in the cold waiting for them to pick me up. I was looking for a turquoise Nissan Altima, according to my new second cousin. Once it pulled up to the pick-up area, I saw my cousins waving out the window, smiling. And with that, all my anxiety was erased. They seem like nice people, I thought.
And I was right. From there we hit off pretty well. We have similar tastes in music and hobbies, and we like to eat, as demonstrated by our appetite during Thanksgiving dinner. Apparently, they didn’t know of my existence either. My dad’s cousin (their mother) had only informed them just recently. So that became another thing we had in common.
Like every person who’s never been to Guam, they asked me what Guam was like and how I like BU. In return, I asked the similar questions about New Jersey and their schools.
There was never a dull moment during the weekend. We went out every day, whether it was to go Black Friday shopping or going to New York City for the first time—which, by the way, was AMAZING. I’ve always wanted to visit the city, and now I can check that off my bucket list.
It was quite depressing when I had to go. I knew I’d miss them badly. But I’ve already made plans to return for spring break, so it wasn’t all that bad.
So this Thanksgiving, I was thankful for the five seemingly new family members I gained, who took me in and made me feel as loved and appreciated as if I’d known them my whole life. Surely, lots of people have relatives, however distant, they’ve never met. Go meet yours.