Author Archives: The Stripes

INTERSECTING IDENTITIES: RACE VERSUS RELIGION

Imagine being in seventh grade. Your despotic math teacher, unable to distinguish between the voices that were speaking during class, has held your entire class after for detention. About fifteen or twenty minutes in, you hear the secretary in the office call your name over the intercom. As she tries to explain that you have to leave, you hear your father’s booming voice in the background:
“SHE CAN’T STAY FOR DETENTION! WE ARE JEWS! WE HAVE TO OBSERVE THE SABBATH!!”

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PRINCETON PROTESTS THE FERGUSON GRAND JURY DECISION: A PHOTO ESSAY

On Monday, over 300 Princeton students gathered to protest the Ferguson grand jury’s decision not to indict Darren Wilson, the police officer who fatally shot 18 year-old Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, on August 9th.

The Stripes was on the ground, covering the action. Below is a collection of our best shots from the protest, some accompanied by commentary from students who participated.

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PRINCETON REACTIONS TO ‘DEAR WHITE PEOPLE’

Last month, Justin Simien’s film “Dear White People” premiered across American theaters. Days before its official release, the film had an early screening near Princeton University campus as a part of Princeton’s black alumni reunion weekend. Since that showing, and the subsequent nation-wide release, several members of The Stripes have watched DWP and weighed in with their impression. Continue reading

A CANDLELIGHT VIGIL FOR MIKE BROWN

On October 2nd, over 100 students, faculty and other members of the Princeton community gathered on Frist South Lawn to participate in a candlelight vigil honoring Mike Brown and other recent victims of police brutality. As protests continue to stir the streets of Ferguson, Missouri, students came together to reflect and demonstrate solidarity in the face of our country’s race relation challenges.

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THE THINGS YOU WON’T REMEMBER

The Things You Won’t Remember: The Plight of the Black Male in America

When the group of young boys got on at 79th Street, very few people took notice of them. Slouched in their hard, plastic seats or leaning against the doors, the eyes of my fellow passengers were glued to their books and their glowing Apple devices.

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