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Conservative commentator Ann Coulter spoke Friday at Whittenberger Auditorium in an event organized by Turning Point USA and the Intercollegiate Studies Institute Buckley Society. She showed up 12 minutes late, timeliness apparently not being a conservative value.
A recent whistleblower complaint alleged immigrant detainees underwent hysterectomies, a kind of sterilization where the uterus is removed, without consent while in Immigration and Customs Enforcement custody at a private detention center in Georgia. Dawn Wooten, a nurse at the facility, filed the complaint which also addressed fabricated detainee medical records and deplorable COVID-19 procedures. ICE’s abhorrent misconduct is evidence the eugenics movement is still brewing in the United States.
If you’re hungry for a family drama, University Players is presenting “The Big Meal” at 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday and at 11:00 p.m. Friday in Lee Norvelle Theatre and Drama Center A200. The production is free and open to the public.
Before the Trump administration officially announced it would rescind the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program, the big news on President Trump’s immigration preferences was his support of the Reforming American Immigration for Strong Employment Act.
The United States’ position in the Indian Ocean today is a long-term result of decisions made in the 1960s and 70s, said John Brobst, a professor and Director of Graduate Studies in the Department of History at Ohio University, on Friday evening.
John Louis Lucaites will receive the 2016 Tracy M. Sonneborn Award, an award given for outstanding research and creative teaching.
The United States Supreme Court listened to oral arguments for Equal Employment Opportunity Commission v. Abercrombie & Fitch, the lawsuit in which the “all-American” retailer is defending its decision not to hire a woman who wore a hijab to her job interview with the retailer last month.
But to argue that minority groups must either assimilate or suffer exclusion in the supposed interest of the majority is thoughtless at best.
Sweat beaded upon Winston Fiore’s forehead. It saturated his cargo shorts, T-shirt, and woolen socks. It clung to his skin as he neared the day’s roughly 25-mile mark after hours on foot.As the IU grad walked along the highways, cars rushing past provided hints of breeze. On nights when he found $10-per-night hotels in Thailand, he dried his clothes over the air conditioner while he slept. He would wake the next morning to find his clothes wearable, but they would be stiff once the liquid evaporated, leaving only the salt lodged between fibers of synthetic fabric.In the middle of Malaysia, though, hotels were too expensive. When the sun began to set, Winston set up camp. Finding a place to sleep was an art and a science — choose too open of an area and you risk being disturbed by law enforcement or passers-by. Choose an area with too much cover and you forego the chance to enjoy the breeze.Winston spent many nights with his two-man tent enshrouded by trees in oil palm plantations. All he wanted to do was sleep, but his body would not cool down from the day’s walk.He lay there awake, sweat clinging to his skin.Winston’s decision to spend a year exploring the world came to him in the back of a flatbed truck during the summer of 2007, as he was driving through stretches of Senegalese countryside.Then 22, he had never traveled beyond the Western world. In Senegal, he witnessed women fetching water from distant sources and people dressed in rags rummaging through trash. It was so different from his middle-class upbringing in Bloomington.His idea began to evolve — he didn’t just want to see the world. He wanted to interact with those living in it, as he had with the people during those three weeks in Senegal. He decided he would travel by foot instead of by car or airplane.But he didn’t want to embark on his adventure without making a positive difference in the places he visited, so Winston began to search for a cause to attach to his journey. When Winston returned to Bloomington later that summer, he shared his plan with his parents even though the departure date was years down the road. He wanted to finish college, and that was about two or three years away.“But to be fair, even at that point,” Winston says. “They were becoming used to my shenanigans.” He hadn’t lived in one place for more than a year since he graduated from Bloomington High School North in 2003 — and still hasn’t to this day. Straight out of high school, he served in AmeriCorps, followed by two years with the Marines, one year in New York City, one in Bloomington to attend IU, and another to study in Peru. He graduated from IU in 2009, and shortly after that, was deployed to Afghanistan with the Marines.At the end of the summer in 2007, Winston moved to New York and received a newspaper article in the mail from his father, who had been keeping his eyes open for a cause for Winston to throw his weight behind. The article told of a non-profit group, the International Children’s Surgical Foundation, founded by a surgeon who performed cleft repair surgeries in developing countries.“I read a piece about these guys,” Patrick Fiore wrote to his son. “It’s something you could look into.”About one or two out of every 1,000 children is born with a cleft lip or palate, a developmental abnormality affecting a child’s mouth and palate. Without corrective surgery the fissure can affect the child’s ability to speak and smile.The smile, Winston says, is at the very core of human interaction.“To have that nipped at the bud is — it sucks. It’s not fair,” he says. “It’s not acceptable, and when the solution is so affordable and relatively quick, there’s no reason for children to be living like this.”Winston adopted the International Children’s Surgical Foundation as a focal point for his journey. In late September 2011, he set off on a 5,000-mile trek from Singapore, through Malaysia, Thailand, Laos and Vietnam, into China and Taiwan, through the Philippines and Brunei and back to Singapore. He carried everything in nylon sacks attached to his tactical vest. The left pocket of his vest bore the web address he created for his journey, which he called “The Smile Trek.” Over a pocket on his right hand side, he carried a set of pictures of a girl before and after her cleft repair.Winston spent 412 days walking the trek. He was alone most of the time. Sometimes he played John Williams to make his journey seem more epic, but he quickly exhausted his music collection. Instead he downloaded public affairs talks, conversations, and interviews that allowed him to temporarily retreat into Western culture. “You really — I don’t want to say drive yourself crazy — you seek out, as much as possible, conversation with other English-speakers,” he says. Hearing conversations in his native tongue, even pre-recorded ones, felt rewarding. Outside major cities, in-person conversations with English-speakers were rare.“It seems silly, looking back, like, ‘Oh, another Anglo. Let’s talk. You speak English, I speak English — let’s connect,’” Winston says. There were the Westerners cross-country biking across Thailand. There was the French woman cycling through Laos. There was the group of white men riding Harley-Davidsons in Palawan, Philippines. And there were the American sailors in Malaysian Borneo where a naval fleet had docked.“If we were to run into each other in Bloomington, we wouldn’t talk,” Winston says. “It’s because we’re outliers in whatever country that we have that connection.’”But in Vietnam, China, and Taiwan, there was no one.A pack of stray dogs barked hysterically as Winston, hovering at the 1,000-mile mark of the Smile Trek, chatted on the phone with a member of a Rotary Club.Stray dogs regularly roamed the streets of Thailand, and they often barked at Winston as he walked by.The man on the other end of the line asked Winston if he was under attack. “I’m good, man,” Winston assured. “It’s just a bunch of — ” A set of sharp teeth nipped at Winston’s right calf. He swung his umbrella at the dog’s face, but blood already pooled around the bite mark. The skin had been broken, and although Winston was about a mile away from his lodging for the night, he knew rabies was a concern. He stopped at a gas station, and the attendant doused the wound in disinfectant and iodine.At the motel, a scooter taxi brought him to a nearby emergency room, where he received 11 shots — one in each shoulder and forearm, six in the wound on his leg, and one on his left buttock — just as a precaution.The day started at 6 a.m. Any earlier, and Winston would have to pack up his gear in the dark. He turned the screw on his inflatable mattress while still laying on top of it. His weight forced out the air. He sat up, stuffed his sleeping bag back into its sack, rolled up the mattress, dismantled the tent, and put on his vest.Although each morning started basically the same way, the remainder of the day depended on his circumstances. If he was lucky enough to stay with a family inside their home, breakfast and electricity were usually available.If not, he would walk until he found a place with food, coffee, and an outlet for his phone.He would take breaks every couple of hours, ideally at a restaurant where he could eat, dry his feet, and change socks during the same stop. If there was nothing for miles, he would stop by the side of the road.The best days were those in which he began his walks in the afternoons and continued until 11:30 p.m. That way, the sun beat down brutally for a few hours of the walk but most of the walking occurred past midday, accompanied by a cool and easy breeze. Those days occurred only when he could arrange the night’s lodging ahead of time. People aren’t too receptive to a man knocking on their door after dark, wearing what looks like a suicide vest and speaking a different language, Winston says.Although he never went a night without finding somewhere to rest, finding a place to sleep was a constant source of anxiety.The same year Winston graduated from IU with his degree in theater, he became disillusioned with acting. It wasn’t a burning passion, he realized. It was just a hobby.“The moment I realized it wasn’t something that I couldn’t live without I said, ‘Well, I better stop now,’” he says.He hasn’t acted since.Somewhere in the middle of Vietnam in February 2012, a friend pulled out her laptop and showed him the documentary, “Dirt! The Movie.” A brief segment about homeowners growing grass on their roofs piqued his interest. He researched green roofs and came upon rooftop farming. “Why not use otherwise wasted space as a food source?” he thought.Some Googling led him to The Urban Canopy in Chicago, a hydroponic rooftop farm just starting up. Within a week of watching the documentary, Winston got in touch with The Urban Canopy and made plans to work pro bono as an apprentice there.Thirteen months after Winston found out about The Urban Canopy, he moved into an apartment on the south side of Chicago. He had a scheduled start date for the farm and a follow-up interview scheduled for a wait staff position at a local French restaurant. It was a relief, Winston says, to finally start his return to normalcy.In some ways his experience was monotonous, Winston says. You wake up. You walk. You go to bed. Four months since the end of the trek, Winston catches himself looking back on the experience every now and again and is both overwhelmed and underwhelmed.On one hand, he says, it’s difficult to think about the steps he took through the middle of nowhere. He has no regrets and would embark on another journey given the opportunity. On the other hand, it didn’t change him like he anticipated. He didn’t come back as a different person. “The experience was very superficial in a lot of ways too because I never —”He pauses to think.“You can only connect with people and with a community so much when you’re just passing through.”Grass crept onto the concrete porch in front of the house.It was about 5:30 p.m., and Winston was about 25 miles from where his day began. He had digitally scouted out the area on his phone before he set out for the day. In the vast landscape of rural Malaysian Borneo, where only oil palm plantations interrupted the gaping areas of nothingness, it was one of the only ways to guarantee there would be a place to rest at the end of the day. Winston had marked a house, modest in size with a siding roof instead of shingles, as the first place he would try to stay for the night.He knocked at the front door.A man who appeared to be in his late-60s answered. He was shirtless and lean, possibly a farmer or fisherman, and unfamiliar with English.Winston pantomimed: Looking for a place to sleep.He motioned toward his tent, collapsed and attached to his vest, and pointed into the grass. Can I put my tent here?The man, joined by his wife, motioned in return. No, here. Inside.The man and his wife showed Winston to the wash room, where he cleaned off before dinner. Afterward, Winston inflated his air mattress and unrolled his sleeping bag in the foyer, a large room furnished with a clothes line, two lawn chairs, and a box TV.He fiddled around on his phone until he grew tired, checking his email and surfing the Internet. He ended many nights scrolling through his entire Facebook news feed until it started repeating itself from where it left off the night before.It was a small way to feel connected to his other life, more than 9,000 miles away.
WE SAY: White people are not under attack, even in Indiana
After 25 years and constant encouragement from his wife and kids, Tim Noble, distinguished professor of voice at the Indiana University Jacobs School of Music, finally completed the music, lyrics and his overall vision for the musical “Alamo.”
This week, the world celebrates the 200th birthday of renowned author Charles Dickens. For students in the mood to read some of the author’s work, or to try out some new material, there are a number of libraries on campus to meet their needs.
The recent decision of the Vatican to establish a special diocese in the United States for Episcopal converts to Catholicism has re-opened discussion on several old points of contention.
I used to be pretty confident I could speak Spanish. But as my departure for Peru creeps closer and closer, I find myself doubting my language abilities more and more.
SALAMANCA, Spain – Never before in my life have I been as jealous of a 6-year-old as I am now of my Spanish host family’s daughter. Sometimes at dinner, when “Rosita” is whining about not wanting to eat her peas, I will hear her throw in a Spanish word conjugated perfectly in the subjunctive mood without even pausing to think about it. I do realize she’s spoken Spanish all her life, but I can’t help envying her, after having spent the last few years of my life loathing the subjunctive, as Americans typically do.\nBut what is even more incredible about this girl is that at school she is being taught English, too. Actually, it’s typical for Spaniards to have at least a basic grasp of English. As the world becomes smaller and American culture permeates the globe (I’ve actually seen a 3-story Kentucky Fried Chicken a few blocks away from a Gaudi church), it’s become somewhat of a necessity. Some Spaniards need to speak English for their jobs, while others simply use it to listen to American pop music.\nBut Spaniards aren’t the only ones who are taught foreign languages from an early age. It is not uncommon for the international students at my university to speak multiple languages. One girl in my grammar class speaks French, English, German, Mandarin, Spanish and Italian. Others have attended international schools and are fluent in three or four languages, while the Americans among us struggle to learn one.\nAs ubiquitous as American culture has become, it is unfortunate that we are not truly exposed to other languages and cultures until high school. It’s simply a case of complacency; we know we can voyage to the opposite side of the world with the assurance that we will be able to find Starbucks shops there.\nBut now the world faces demographic changes of the sort no one has ever seen. The skyrocketing population is not unique to any single country, but the majority of the growth is not expected to take place in the United States. Instead, developing countries, along with rural areas in major global players such as China, will encounter unprecedented growth.\nAs for the States, we can expect an influx of immigrants, and no, not all of them will speak English.\nThe rest of the world’s population has adjusted to accommodate the trappings of American society, so why are we not doing the same for them? It is to our advantage on the global front to facilitate communication with other international players. Yet in American elementary schools, there has been no great push to teach Mandarin or Arabic. Instead, we let students reach high school with a total reliance on English and an apathetic mind-set before exposing them to other languages.\nBut as history teaches us, empires do not last forever, and neither will our cultural monopoly. While it may be easier to let the rest of the world adjust to us, if we don’t return the favor soon, we will only be hurting ourselves.
I have always been interested in history and revolution. What should be the relationship between rebellion to reclaim liberty on the one hand, and order that preserves liberty's credit on the other? That is, what is the proper balance between autonomy and authority? I have yet to resolve this abiding contradiction. Resigned, then, to straddling this divide for the foreseeable future, I was delighted to watch "V for Vendetta" over the weekend. \nFor those who don't know (yet), the film tells the story of totalitarian England circa 2025. It begins by recounting the plot of Guy Fawkes to slay King James I by means of a gunpowder blast, foiled only by his arrest in the cellars below Parliament on Nov. 5, 1605. After this treacherous introduction, the scene shifts to England as if it was modeled on Orwell's "1984," rather than the other way around.\nThe protagonist, a freedom fighter known only as V, comes to the aid of the good-hearted Evey Hammond, who is manhandled by villains on the payroll of the secret police. Together they mark Nov. 5 as the day to inspire (in Trotskyist lingo) a revolution from below and to lead one from above. The choice of that date might befuddle those who look down upon England's most notorious traitor (or, depending on your perspective, the only man ever to enter Parliament with honest intentions), but the line between high treason and the most elevated patriotism can often \nbe very thin.\nHollywood has explored this theme before. In at least two superb films ("The Rock" and "National Treasure"), ostensible traitors conspire to remind us what patriotism is really about. Interestingly, both flicks conjure the example of the immortal men we now call our Founding Fathers who took up arms and were then summarily branded as traitors. \nA word is in order about the film's blatant anti-Americanism. One could be forgiven for thinking that America and Britain -- both bastions of ordered liberty -- have earned the right to be considered anti-totalitarian forces. Instead, these are precisely the nations singled out for ridicule. Boiled down, then, the night-watchman state, the power worship and, above all, the terror, are all too well-portrayed even to seem plausible in the Anglo societies. The screenwriters might have been studying their Orwell, in which case they humbly make no show of their own \nlearning. \nIn this subtle and revolutionary way, "V for Vendetta" argues against defenders of totalitarianism and exhorts us all to employ remorseless force against them; I must say I agree with what I'm sure the film didn't intend to impart. In pursuit of both a personal vendetta and revolutionary change in a dystopian state, V utters his fighting creed: "People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." The irreducible Mr. Bush set the bar slightly higher in his latest National Security Strategy: "Though tyranny has few advocates, it needs more adversaries." \nAmericans are justly proud of their revolutionary tradition as oppositionists to tyranny. And if this ever be treason, as the patriot Patrick Henry once counseled, "Make the most of it"
Americans are drooling idiots. At least, that's what the Weinstein Company seems to believe. What other explanation can there be for the movie "Doogal?"\n"Doogal" is based on a stop-motion television series called "The Magic Roundabout," which first originated in France and went on to become a hit in Great Britain during the '60s and '70s. The movie was screened in the U.K. and then retooled for American audiences by the newly formed Weinstein Company. \nDon't let the film's Anglo-Franco origins fool you. Every ounce of wit and dry English humor has been painstakingly sucked from the film, with dated slang and scatological humor spewed into the resulting void. Farts blast through the theater every time this poorly tooled movie begins to grind to a halt, desperately begging the audience for cheap laughs. Far from being another "Wallace and Gromit," the movie ends up being vacuous at best. If you're an anglophile, this movie is best forgotten.\nThe story is fairly straightforward. Doogal is a candy-loving canine who lives in a sun-soaked land of friendship and magic. When an evil sorcerer, Zebedee (Sir Ian McKellen), escapes from the carousel that imprisons him, four "unlikely heroes" must collect three magical diamonds before the sorcerer can use them to freeze the sun. Lessons are learned along the way, poop jokes are exchanged and a good time is had by everyone except the audience.\nThe advertisements are quick to proclaim the voice talents of Jon Stewart, Jimmy Fallon, Whoopi Goldberg, Chevy Chase and Kevin Smith. Holy crap, Kevin Smith! How could this movie be bad? What a cast! Unfortunately, "Doogal" proves that voice talent is only as good as the script. Yes, the lines are delivered well, but it's what they are saying that makes the audience cringe. \nThe dialogue is comparable to sitting through an episode of Cartoon Network's "Totally Spies," but with Sean Connery's line "You're the man now, Dawg!" from "Finding Forester" steadily looping in the background. That is to say, insufferably painful. "Doogal" is a movie for young children, who will fail to understand the passé references to M.C. Hammer, '80s hip-hop culture and "The Shining," which are riddled throughout the film. Though I found the CGI enjoyable, the animation is more comparable to an Xbox game or a straight-to-DVD release than a Pixar-style movie.\nAbout the only thing this movie has going for it is the short animated feature, "Gopher Broke," that precedes it. All in all, kids deserve a lot more than this.
Americans are drooling idiots. At least, that's what the Weinstein Company seems to believe. What other explanation can there be for the movie "Doogal?"\n"Doogal" is based on a stop-motion television series called "The Magic Roundabout," which first originated in France and went on to become a hit in Great Britain during the '60s and '70s. The movie was screened in the U.K. and then retooled for American audiences by the newly formed Weinstein Company. \nDon't let the film's Anglo-Franco origins fool you. Every ounce of wit and dry English humor has been painstakingly sucked from the film, with dated slang and scatological humor spewed into the resulting void. Farts blast through the theater every time this poorly tooled movie begins to grind to a halt, desperately begging the audience for cheap laughs. Far from being another "Wallace and Gromit," the movie ends up being vacuous at best. If you're an anglophile, this movie is best forgotten.\nThe story is fairly straightforward. Doogal is a candy-loving canine who lives in a sun-soaked land of friendship and magic. When an evil sorcerer, Zebedee (Sir Ian McKellen), escapes from the carousel that imprisons him, four "unlikely heroes" must collect three magical diamonds before the sorcerer can use them to freeze the sun. Lessons are learned along the way, poop jokes are exchanged and a good time is had by everyone except the audience.\nThe advertisements are quick to proclaim the voice talents of Jon Stewart, Jimmy Fallon, Whoopi Goldberg, Chevy Chase and Kevin Smith. Holy crap, Kevin Smith! How could this movie be bad? What a cast! Unfortunately, "Doogal" proves that voice talent is only as good as the script. Yes, the lines are delivered well, but it's what they are saying that makes the audience cringe. \nThe dialogue is comparable to sitting through an episode of Cartoon Network's "Totally Spies," but with Sean Connery's line "You're the man now, Dawg!" from "Finding Forester" steadily looping in the background. That is to say, insufferably painful. "Doogal" is a movie for young children, who will fail to understand the passé references to M.C. Hammer, '80s hip-hop culture and "The Shining," which are riddled throughout the film. Though I found the CGI enjoyable, the animation is more comparable to an Xbox game or a straight-to-DVD release than a Pixar-style movie.\nAbout the only thing this movie has going for it is the short animated feature, "Gopher Broke," that precedes it. All in all, kids deserve a lot more than this.
People along the political spectrum have argued that the sadistic attacks in Bali Saturday can be traced to American involvement in Iraq. How is it that these deadly and depraved bombings induced many on the left to increase their criticisms of waging the war on terrorism and, no less dishonorably, provoked many on the right to go wobbly in the vigorous prosecution of the war? \nThe carnage in Bali calls into question the contentions of many war critics, that American foreign policy is askew because it angers its enemies. Ending Saddam's rule, detractors posit, has reversed rather than advanced the global war on terror. But here, as so often, they successfully contradict themselves. If inaugurating Iraqi consensual government is contrary to American interests, why are terrorists so intent to prevent that outcome? While it might be convenient to think of the recent bloodshed as an indictment of U.S. foreign policy, I am inclined to be skeptical. \nThose who were once content with Baghdad under Baathist rule still say, irrelevantly, that Saddam was not an "imminent" threat, or, naively, that "no connection" existed between Baathism and Bin Ladenism. But rarely do they deny that Saddam was an inevitable threat or that the Fedayeen Saddam was hardly the hallmark of a great secular Arab regime. The antiwar logic is, in truth, backward. The formation of a federal democracy in Iraq would make it a pro-American outpost of moderate Islam. This would prove intolerable for those psychotic killers who are now fighting tooth and nail against such an outpost. \nThe Bush administration was right in thinking that Saddam's overthrow would redound to the great benefit of the civilized world. But despite the well-built casus belli, many have defected, producing the impression that proponents of regime change, who once relished in taking the debate's moral high ground, have now ceded it voluntarily. \nI dissent. The case for action was unassailable. It is high time to counter the assumption that those of us who supported the war, instead of those who stood in the way, have any explaining to do. \nIn 1999, British Prime Minister Tony Blair made a speech in which he stated that war in the Balkans would not be the end of Anglo-American action against fascist dictators. It was obvious that trying to improve global order by "containment" of the most radical Arab state was delusional -- the craven answer of those who thought the war could be shirked, or worse, not worth fighting.\nTerrorism, in Bali or Baghdad, should never tempt us to retreat from the fight, only to finish it. Every bomb detonated to incinerate the innocent is reason to reaffirm our solidarity with embattled Iraqi democrats, but also reason to redouble our exertions to their cause. If we refuse to abort this mission, American security might -- just might -- hold up. But standing with Iraqis will secure one additional benefit, infinitely more precious than security: honor. Is it really a coincidence that this appeal garners so little endorsement among those who have opposed the mission to liberate Iraq from the start?
Acting, discussion and open opinion characterized a forum assembled Monday to discuss four major civil rights movements and their continued relevance. The forum was one part of "Unity in Love," a week-long event for the Gamma Nu chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority in conjunction with the multicultural sorority Theta Nu Xi and the Office of Diversity Education, which all sponsored the gathering.\nThe four movements discussed at the forum were related specifically to African Americans, Latinos, Asians and Native Americans. An audience of about 50 gathered in La Casa to participate in discussion, re-enactments and debate. \nIn a discussion of the "Trail of Tears," senior Margie Conely, president of Theta Nu Xi, set the scene.\n"What would you do if you were at home relaxing, watching T.V., and someone came in and told you to leave and not come back?" Conely said. "In modern terms, that is what happened to the Indians."\nSome members of the audience were concerned with stereotypes of Native Americans included in history books.\n"We're teaching this conception that their relationship with Anglo-Saxons and whites was good," said senior Mike Fuchs. "White men were cheating Indians out of property, but the aggressor is always made out to be the Indians." \nParticipants also discussed the plight of Asian Americans in comparison to that of other minority groups. \n"Who had it worse, blacks or Asians? They (Asian Americans) were paid $20,000. We didn't get anything," senior Sirri Bonu said. "Even at IU diversity doesn't exist. It is almost like Asians are not a minority. No one acknowledges them, so it's like they are in a low corner." \nDespite this lack of acknowledgement, some participants believe Asians historically have done something that other minorities could learn from.\n"Other minorities have learned to take advantage of the things the country has to offer," said Delta Sigma Theta president senior Vanita Powell. \nPowell mentioned business and home ownership as areas that many minorities can improve in, thereby helping to overcome the challenges of their race. \nIn a skit about the Brown v. Board of Education decision, participants expressed the feelings of the minorities who were denied admission to schools, as well as those who were ridiculed by their peers for attending predominantly white schools.\n"It used to be that the black kids had to be bused from their neighborhoods to go to black schools. Now black kids are being bused from their neighborhoods to go to white schools," said Black Student Union President senior Crystal Brown.\nFor junior Jennifer Allen, the issues posed during the forum seem to represent a cycle of oppression.\n"It's easy to forget when you are not the outcast," Allen said. "When the spotlight is on you, it's so easy to forget and try to blend in." \nEven though the cycle may exist, junior Jasmine McCully, member of Delta Sigma Theta, said it is important that people acknowledge this ring and take steps to end it.\n"It is important to know that even though we are different, we are still the same," McCully said. "Even though we had struggles, we all struggled together."\n-- Contact Staff Writer Eboni Gatlin at egatlin@indiana.edu.
