Thank God I’m out of this school. As someone who has been working this past year to open the discussion on race at Cornell, this school leaves me speechless. When the Student Assembly (SA) denied the Cornell Asian Pacific Islander Student Union (CAPSU) byline funding because we supposedly did not serve the entire Cornell community (even though we proved that we did, and they initially agreed with us) and because the SA wanted to set a precedent of administrative streamlining (because hey, the overarching multicultural umbrella is already byline funded!), it was not called racism. When privileged white students attacked the existence of race/ethnicity-based program houses, it was not called racism. When the overarching multicultural umbrella used chop suey font to advertise for Margaret Cho, it was not called racism. When the Greek system shuffled prospective members who are people of color into lower-ranking houses, it was not called racism. Hopefully this incident will finally be called for what it is.
Oh, what an Ivy League education buys you.
Edit: From the comments section…“Hopefully this will be dealt with quietly and accordingly. I don’t want Jesse Jackson & Al Sharpton to come up here and rally” and “Sig Pi is a fairly diverse house - considering the complaining girl has worked at the Cornell Minority Affairs office, part of me wonders if she jumped on the opportunity to make a larger incident of something
relatively insignificant.” This school never fails to make me speechless.
Wow. My jaw dropped…she really gets it.
An interesting piece that attempts to humanize both Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman. Not quite sure how I feel about this.
Another black neighbor said that George [Zimmerman, the man who shot Trayvon Martin] was the only one, black or white, who came and welcomed her to the community, offering any assistance he could provide. Recently, I met two black children George invited to a social event. I asked where they met George. They responded that he was their mentor. They said George visited them routinely, took them places, helped them, and taught them things and that they really loved George. The media portrayal of George as a racist could not be further from the truth.
I love it when Black best friends and neighbors are trotted out to prove whether or not someone is racist.