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’d never been on a road trip before, unless you consider driving from one end of Guam to the other in roughly one hour a road trip.
This past weekend, I went to Washington, D.C. I was nothing short of excited to go on this trip, being that it was my first time venturing out of Boston and Massachusetts and state-hopping until I arrived at the nation’s capital.
The trip wasn’t for leisure, though; it was mostly business… sort of. The Boston University Filipino Student Association went to attend an annual event where a bunch of other collegiate Filipino clubs from several universities in New England came together and discuss our culture. This year, it happened to take place at George Mason University in Fairfax, Va., which is just minutes from D.C.
The thought of the trip was thrilling, but the length of travel, not so much. After having spent 24 hours traveling from Guam to Boston, where I had to sit and stay put on a claustrophobia-inducing plane for eight hours TWICE, I was not looking forward to the 10-hour bus ride to D.C.
Excuse my whining. Now, let’s get to the sappy stuff.
We left Boston on a Friday evening and arrived at D.C. the following morning. When I took my first step outside Union Station, I proceeded to indulge myself with a long, panoramic gaze of the city. And it was beautiful. The sight of Columbus Circle with its massive sculptures, fountain and flags of every state was a nice sight that welcomed me to the nation’s capital.
But again, we weren’t there to sight-see but to attend a convention. As much as I wanted to take a tour of the capital, the
convention took precedence. The cab ride to Fairfax, Va. was the closest thing to a tour that I got. I saw the Capitol, the Lincoln Monument and the Washington Monument on the way to GMU, albeit from a distance—a very, very far distance. The Washington Monument looks bigger in person than in picture, I might add.
I’d write about the convention, but I’d be going off tangent, so I’ll continue with the ride back to Boston.
We left D.C. on a Sunday morning with the plan to return to Boston by 9 p.m. Because the trip to D.C. was during the evening, I couldn’t get to enjoy the sights since it was dark out. So, on the way back, I was pretty hyped for the trip back because I could actually see what’s out there.
Although I had an extreme bout of motion sickness and soreness from sitting too long, the different scenes of New England made it that much bearable and worth it. I mean, I got to see the New York City skyline for the first time in person—like it was actually a couple of miles away from me. I’ve always dreamt about visiting the city that never sleeps. Before the trip, I’d only seen the city in pictures and on television and had experienced it vicariously through my friends that visited it. It was almost surreal, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I am always in a state of disbelief when I see or experience something so unlike Guam. Seeing the skyline reminded me that I wasn’t in the middle of the Pacific anymore.
As was planned, we arrived back in Boston around 9 p.m. When I got back to my sweet dorm, I couldn’t help but crashing on my bed and sleeping like a baby because my mind and body were tired and sore from all the traveling.
But I would go through it all again for another road trip experience.