Something seemed wrong about this situation. The officer said, "Give me your keys!" I said, "Why" but she ignored me. I still wasn't sure what was going on, I said, No. "Wrong answer" she replied. She snatched open my car door yelling, "Get the f**k out of the car" as she yanked me from my seat.
Perhaps the greatest threat to academic freedom may be the Department of Education, which has promoted a definition of harassment so broad that cases like Laura Kipnis's are all but inevitable.
Our voice will always be our greatest weapon. Life and death are in the power of the tongue. I choose to speak life for those whose voices have been eternally silenced.
Six weeks ago, Northwestern University President Morton Schapiro wrote a fine op-ed in the Wall Street Journal in which he offered a ringing endorsement of academic freedom. It is therefore both surprising and disappointing that Northwestern University recently found itself embroiled in two embarrassing violations of the core principles of academic freedom.
I came to Northwestern University excited to become that cliché "global citizen"; to learn about the world, to meet people from places I had never been to, and to find new passions.
Without governance reforms that will put the players' education and safety ahead of the coaches' and schools' money-making priorities, the academically elite Division I colleges' claim to a higher ground is pure hypocrisy.
As subscriber-based audiences get older, it is imperative that theatre makers consider Millennial sensibilities when creating their work and marketing it out. If theatre is the "social art form," then it must communicate in a language that is relevant to its audience.
Red solo cups are not the stuff of sonnets. There is no poetry in sweaty basements. The millennial party experience has remained a fairly untouched source material for fine art, suggesting tailgates have no place in the theatre.
In October 2011, Nikki Levy was 34 and had just broken up with her girlfriend. Her life, she says, was "no bueno." Levy, a film and TV producer who most recently worked at Fox, figured her life would be great again if she moved back to her native New York City.
It's college students like me who will be filling the ranks and file of press corps around the nation -- and it's us who will be shaping the discourse about the increasingly diverse America. It's my responsibility to educate myself.
Since 2000, Green has painted 600 plates depicting the last meals of death row inmates, "The Last Supper." In cobalt-blue mineral paint, she notes on each plate the state and date of the execution alongside the meal request -- but no name, no crime.
School for me does not start in the classroom. My lessons begin the minute I leave my house. My commute now shapes my identity in ways I never imagined when I decided to attend high school in the heart of Chicago.
In the wake of Kipnis' op-ed most folks, Schapiro included, have leapt to defend the overarching values of free speech. But, when Northwestern students marched in protest of Kipnis' op-ed (an act itself in the spirit of freedom of expression) Kipnis took to social media.
I had a lightbulb moment when I realized many, if not all, of the friends I had made here have never heard my first, natural speaking voice. The way I'd so cleanly and definitively bisected my identity bowled me over and led me to worry: was I being inauthentic?
How subjects are depicted within art -- through coloration and composition -- allows us an honest glimpse into society's view of them, especially in the case of marginalized or underrepresented populations.
Engaging in new places, people, perspectives and ideas requires the same positivity, openness and resourcefulness. And modern adventure is this realm of discovery, regardless of how massive or minute said discoveries may be.