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Empathy and Evidence: Writing About Sexual Assault at Yale

So This Liberal and This Regular Guy Sit Down on a Train…

Humanity is not conditional on politics; humanity is in the details. It is hard to hate someone whom you imagine to be as complex as you are.

21st Century Security: Yale’s School Shooting Protocols

Between Love and War

Mohamed Hafez paced around his cluttered studio at 909 Whalley Ave. as he discussed his native Syria. “I am an architect, so I know how buildings fall apart,” he told me.

What Will America Look Like?

Why Hack?

At the Intersection

The U.S. Army Corps’s decision to deny ETP an easement for the construction of DAPL through the Standing Rock reservation, while a highly significant victory for the Native American community, does not mark the end of the controversy.

The Waterbury Derby

Derby is a sport, a test of strategic skill and strength, nothing more. It has its own culture, but defies those who have never stepped inside Roller Magic to define its players. Derby breaks down the boxes women conform to, of athletic girl or high-heeled weakling, aggressive or motherly, strong or petite. For derby girls, an “or” is a limit. Perhaps, its players consider derby feminist because the sport refuses to impose any limitations on women — their image, their dreams, or their ability to knock each other down and sell cupcakes to fundraise.

No Longer on Quicksand?

It is telling that Yale needed to witness such an explosion of student outcry to catalyze the creation of a center like this one... But issues of race, migration and more have entered the political mainstream both nationally and internationally. RITM symbolizes Yale’s growing recognition of this shift and its importance to professors and students on campus.

Behind Connecticut’s “Opportunity Gap”

“You’ve got some of the most affluent neighborhoods in the nation in this area, but you also have some of the highest pockets of poverty in the nation and they’re next door to each other. As of today, we haven’t figured out how to do a better job educating all kids.”


Maybe it’s ironic that we called the ginkgo to be the witness to our community — this loneliest of trees, the last of its kind, made even lonelier by its refusal to die: 140,000 people were killed when the atomic bomb hit Hiroshima, but six charred ginkgo trees survived.