Category: Current Events

Eulogy

On the night of the attack, taxis kept running but stopped their meters.

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The New Kid on the Block

Trenton hasn’t entirely forgotten the Roebling Factory; something new is happening on this block.

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To Build A Mosque

As France’s churches become increasingly empty, more and more Muslims are seeking a place to worship. Muslim leader Dalli Boubakeur proposes a solution: turn churches into mosques. But the idea of transforming these historic sites into spaces for a foreign religion has outraged the nationalist right.

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The New Garden Theatre

Once a small-town movie house that navigated the local market with bumbling charm, the Garden Theatre has grown into an exhibit of Old Princeton nostalgia under its new management. This is all well and good for Princeton’s polished and intellectual reputation, but I’ll miss the old Garden’s cozy modesty.

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The Gansa Effect

“The night before the Lawnparties act announcement, I didn’t sleep—I slept for an hour,” USG President Ella Cheng told me last Saturday at a table outside Cafe Vivian.

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Sisterhood of the Caliphate

Glory is hard to find. In a world of left swipes and back seat dates, in a world where we derive self importance from the attention our statuses get, where political messages are reduced to 140 characters, it can be easy to get lost in the quay.

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Heroin and Hilfiger

The suburban resurgence of a lethal and addictive drug.

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Comic Sans Can’t Breathe

On Saturday December 6th, Chicago Bulls player Derrick Rose initiated a particular form of public protest and solidarity when he wore a shirt emblazoned with the phrase “I CAN’T BREATHE” before the Bulls’ game against the Golden State Warriors.

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Occupy Hong Kong

I moved to Hong Kong when I was one, and by the time I was six it became a fact of life that the most important accessory in the hot humid month of a Hong Kong summer is an umbrella. Chinese 格格 (housewives) would never be caught without one, to shield them from the brutal sub-tropical sun, lest their moon-white skin be caught by its rays and turn an undesirable yellow.

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What We Learn From Hong Kong

While I am crowded into the park with my Hong Kong friends, awaiting the moment to begin our procession from Causeway Bay westward to Central, I wonder: Why is it that I, a black American who does not even understand Cantonese, who has lived in Hong Kong for less than one month, am out among the crowds supporting the protests?

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Carbon’s Gotta Go

Nobody ever wants to wake up at 7 am, particularly not on a Sunday. But on September 21 after a few hours of sleep, I trooped out to buses in Lot 32 for the People’s Climate March at the behest of a particularly insistent friend.

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Under Lock and Keystone

I am much more comfortable sitting in my room writing about issues than I am screaming pithy rhymes in front of John Kerry’s house. And yet this past March 2nd, I found myself doing exactly that. I had finally been stirred to get off Microsoft Word and head to DC because so far as I know—and to his great loss—John Kerry doesn’t read the Nassau Weekly.

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