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In defense of the Northfield Women’s Center

I believe abortion is the most controversial political issue right now. In class, I’ve heard political discussions about almost everything, but abortion is notably absent, and that may be because people on both sides don’t see it as a debate. Instead, for one side, not believing in the right to…

Dance, freedom and learning: My Experience

I had never really danced before coming here. I had been a part of one or two choregraphies for a wedding here or there, but never had I considered dance to be something that I should take seriously. It was just people moving around in fancy ways; what was there…

True diaries of an American Indian who’s proud to be American

American Indians are killed by police at a higher rate than any other racial or ethnic group, according to CDC data. At a rate 12% higher than Black Americans and three times the rate of white people, it’s a fact that looms over the heads of American Indians all over…

Andy Warhol, copyright law and intention

In October of this past year, the Supreme Court heard oral arguments for the case Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts Inc. v. Goldsmith, a case that many argue may have profound implications for how artists, particularly artists working with photography (which seems to be almost all of them),…

Overcommitting: The subtle art of doing too much

For all my freshmen in the crowd: do you remember Dean Williams saying that we shouldn’t sign up for every single email list during those CarlTalks I’m sure half of us were unconscious for? Well, I can safely say that, over 7 months later and having two terms here under…

In defense of modern art

I don’t like the term “Modern Art”. It really doesn’t mean anything. Does it mean work from the Impressionists in the late 1800s, the first major departure from the academic style of painting that came before it through Parisian Impressionist exhibitions? Does it mean the abstract “action painting” of Jackson…

My grandfather’s final rest

My grandfather passed away almost exactly two years ago. He was the man who raised me, made me who I am and supported me when I really had nobody else. He had been all around the world before settling down in his home in Pakistan, a country that was younger…