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...many ways liberal institutions have come a long way. However, it should not take, say, the Ku Klux Klan to rise to prominence once again on Manhattan??s Upper West Side in order for there to be a public acknowledgement that subtle and explicit racism, sexism, homophobia, and other forms of discrimination are widespread, and sometimes violent, realities for minorities at liberal universities...

Author: By Jordan B. Woods | Title: Minority-Targeted Crimes Still Happen At Liberal Univs. | 12/19/2005 | See Source »

...rising to prominence once again on Manhattan??s Upper West Side? As strange as this sounds, the rhetoric surrounding a disturbing but overblown racially-charged vandalism incident at Columbia might lead one to think...

Author: By John Hastrup | Title: Lovin’ ‘Hate Crimes’ | 12/13/2005 | See Source »

...sold out by buying the building they all live in and occasionally asking them to pay to live there.But what makes “Rent” politically troubling isn’t the notion that artists should be able to live for free in the heart of Manhattan??or that anybody who thinks otherwise is yuppie scum. The trouble with “Rent” is the face it puts on poverty. Poverty is a serious problem, not a lifestyle choice. But “Rent”’s main characters accept poverty...

Author: By Samuel M. Simon, | Title: Politics for Rent | 11/28/2005 | See Source »

Whitman and Remele co-founded Lewis Albert Corp. last summer. Remele, an experienced designer, spent the summer sketching about 300 designs, which he and Whitman eventually whittled down to 24 pieces. They hope to sell the line at upscale boutiques on the order of Manhattan??s Scoop and Intermix...

Author: By Véronique E. Hyland, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Manufacturing Desire | 10/26/2005 | See Source »

...center, unmistakably, is me.The date is Halloween, 1992. I’m seven years old and the flash has caught my hand, freezing it as it plays with the stethoscope dangling around my neck. The clothes I’m wearing—blue medical scrubs from Manhattan??s Bellevue Hospital—are equal parts costume and equal parts adult work attire. My father’s shirt, tucked-in and wrinkled, hangs down to my knees. Pinned to it is a customized NYU ID card, complete with a photo of me that my mother has pasted...

Author: By Pablo S. Torre, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: No Longer Playing Doctor | 10/19/2005 | See Source »

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