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...followed by Af-Am Professor Michael C. Dawson, it seemed like a terrible time for Harvard’s Af-Am department. What was going on? MM: It was complicated. There were so many issues that were in play. I think in terms of African American studies, what we saw was there was a need for the University to be clear on whether or not it supported African American studies and whether or not it valued the scholars who were there. 14.FM: You’re returning to Harvard with your husband as a tenured professor under President Faust. With...
...have a comment until Dean Smith releases his formal announcement, which I expect to be soon,” Brandt said, declining to comment further. Brandt enters an office that has a rocky recent history. In February 2005, anthropologist Peter T. Ellison resigned from the post, protesting what he saw as dishonest behavior by former Harvard President Lawrence H. Summers. This past spring, outgoing dean Theda R. Skocpol abruptly resigned from the position as well after her candidacy for the Faculty of Arts and Sciences deanship appeared to falter. The Crimson yesterday obtained a draft of Brandt?...
...means at least a full year longer in Spain than it does in the U.S. During the bullfight itself, which usually lasts about 15 minutes, the bull is lanced, barbed, and eventually stabbed between the shoulder blades. Usually the kills are quick and clean. The first one that I saw was not; the bull vomited blood for a good five minutes before dying. Once dead, the bull is slaughtered and eaten...
...really say whether two years in a feedlot and a quick metal rod to the head is better, overall, than three years running free and 20 minutes of pain. Neither, however, do I agree with Hemingway; during the corrida that I attended (a corrida includes six individual fights), I saw very little of art and honor, but a lot of slaughter...
...almighty FOP gods saw through my feeble attempts at dissembling, I was placed on an advanced trip in what my group leader called a “big mistake” when I approached him to complain. I had no backpack, no head lamp—I didn’t even have a North Face fleece. My new groupmates looked at me, distant but curious. There was the ripped marathon runner, the guy who described his backyard as a “wilderness” he tamed for fun, and the girl who had spent her summer on some...