Letter to the reader: Jack Nicholson, outgoing editor-in-chief
(03/14/16 9:31pm)
Dear Readers,
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Dear Readers,
#DearWhitePeople, please stop hiding your racial indifference behind a veil of anonymity.
Enough is enough.
On Saturday, I went to breakfast with my mom in celebration of her birthday. Upon greeting her, we traded kisses on our respective cheeks and exchanged a warm salutation. As is our custom, she then gave me this week’s copy of the New Yorker, and its felicitous cover, artfully illustrated by Kadir Nelson, jointly stoked feelings of refulgent optimism and deep reflection. The cover donned Harlem Renaissance giants like the legendary composer and pianist– and my favorite musician– Duke Ellington, as well as skilled authors James Baldwin and Zora Neale Hurston and Civil Rights leader Malcolm X. Seeing them displayed so elegantly, resolutely, and unapologetically infused into me an insuperable sense of pride about the history of black men and women in America.
Unfortunately, I cannot bring myself to write a love letter to transgender and non-binary identified students at UR, as I recently did for students of color. Don’t get me wrong – I would much rather write that op-ed than this one. The difference here is not that I don’t care about the success, well-being, visibility, and future of trans and non-binary students – because I certainly do. Rather, I cannot speak with the same kind of experience and wisdom about being trans/non-binary as I can about race and racism. I can’t effectively love the beauty, creativity, brilliance, kindness, and bravery of you – my fellow trans and non-binary folk – because I’m still wrestling with loving myself.
I received an email last week inviting me to Lavender Graduation and immediately registered online. While filling out the application, I realized that I’d never been this excited about registering for a Westhampton College event. I didn’t go to Ring Dance, and I don’t plan on attending any WC-sponsored events between now and when I graduate in May. These events don’t appeal to me, because I associate Westhampton so strongly with feelings of discomfort and distress that I can’t focus on the milestones that we’re meant to be celebrating.
Waitlist. It’s the dreaded term you hear from colleges who have too many qualified applicants. The phrase professors use when both of you know you aren’t ever going to get into the class. The problem students face when trying to get help for mental health issues on University of Richmond’s campus.
“Dr. Grollman, this is the worst chapter of my life,” a Black woman student revealed to me in my office two years ago. Her comment was heartbreaking, especially coming from an individual who has lived but two decades and was on her way to finishing her degree at this world-class university. I refrained from trivializing her comments, avoiding some flippant response like college supposedly being a time of fun and self-exploration as though she had chosen, instead, to be miserable. Rather, I told her that I believed her, as I would when anyone has revealed that they have suffered from violence (in her case, the intersections among racism, sexism and classism). I pointed out resources that were available to her to help her survive and, ideally, thrive on campus. And, I asked that she consider finding ways to leave the campus in better shape than when she arrived, for I do not want to hear cohort after cohort of Black University of Richmond students reveal their misery to me.
The Alice Haynes room was packed. Students gathered to participate in the viewing of "The Hunting Ground," a recent documentary dealing with the issue of sexual assault on college campuses. The event was a part of the *WILL lecture series on justice. In watching the film, students engaged in a moment of solidarity, and are certainly still looking for answers to this ongoing issue.
Nothing excites college students more than a snow day.
Peter LeViness is the director of Counseling and Psychological Services (CAPS).
If you’ve been keeping up with recent news, then you probably heard about the Mexican drug lord “El Chapo,” who was recently apprehended in a military raid. The raid, which can be viewed online, was conducted by the Mexican military, purportedly under the supervision of American law-enforcement agencies.
Chaz Barracks, RC '11, SPCS '16, leads I AM MY LIFE, a project focused on teaching, promoting, and inspiring inclusive education through the power of sharing your story. Chaz's first piece he wrote for The Collegian prompted him to apply for and receive the Weinstein Summer Grant, which enabled him to study in Japan as part of this project. Republished below is his opening piece for his project. Follow Chaz's journey here
A University of Richmond student tells me she has felt suicidal for some time. She can’t get out of bed or find motivation to do work. She often finds herself thinking of home, her brother, and her sister, and the pain they feel or felt. Her friends want to help, but they can only do so much. They just don’t understand.
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Before leaving for Morocco I got a lot of mixed reactions from friends and family. "Are you going to have to cover your head there?" "Is it dangerous for an American woman?" "Aren’t you worried about a terrorist attack?" My answer to all of these was a resounding no. I could not wait to get to this exotic and mysterious country, to learn about their culture and heritage and immerse myself within the community I would be living in.
We go to the University of Richmond, a school people call the hidden ivy of the South, and with that comes pressure. Pressure to do well in school, pressure to make a name for yourself at a young age, and generally just a lot of pressure to succeed. However, there are times in life when something happens and you realize that it’s not one thing that determines your life, but everything. Life is made of infinite moments that can take you anywhere, and it is better to try and fail than to have never tried at all.
It is easy for the majority to tell the minority not to question or take offense to the status quo.
Do you know what it feels like to be a female? What it feels like to not feel safe walking home alone at night with your key tucked, the jagged edge jutting out between your fingers and your pepper spray concealed in a side pocket of your bag. This is the world we live in—a world of fear.This is what it means to be a female.
Columbine, Virginia Tech, Aurora, Sandy Hook, Charleston and most recently Umpqua are the sites of some of the most infamous mass shootings in American history. Year by year, this list continues to grow. When will it stop?