COLUMN: Proof is in history, not cookies
March 4So the College Republicans held a bake sale to spark debate on affirmative action. And I'm falling right into their trap.
So the College Republicans held a bake sale to spark debate on affirmative action. And I'm falling right into their trap.
Rather than spending my time talking about the white supremacist logic of the so-called "Affirmative Action Bakesale," I want to talk about how the young Republicans seem to know very little about the real price of cookies.
When the final buzzer sounded on the last game ever to be played in Cole Field House at the University of Maryland Sunday, New Mexicans thousands of miles away should have noted the end of an era.
The word on the White House lawn is that we are about to drill for oil in Alaska's Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. Words such as "oil drilling" are pretty common around that lawn I would imagine, since many of those walking around are some of the largest oil investors and businessmen, from Bush to Enron's Kenneth Lay to Al Gore. It would be nice to finally have some new, refreshing words for once.
Wow! How deceivingly simple this issue really is! Thanks to the College Republicans for dumbing down this complex situation so I can understand it. It's a sin to think that a borderline white kid, struggling on the cusp of admission into a major university is denied admission because that spot is reserved for a minority of lesser quality! Could you say to that tearful white boy, "Johnny, you almost got in but the government says we have to let in some inferior Hispanics, Indians and Blacks who didn't do as well as you?"
What a breath of fresh air to read "Cracking Academia's Code" by Professor Richard Berthold.
I find it ironic that Sarah Hunt would sell "quota cookies" as the racial reflection of affirmative action, yet did not include in the mix a cookie representation of the group which has benefited the most from affirmative action in the past 31 years: white women.
Some Americans worry that too many non-European minorities are immigrating to the United States and that those immigrants are changing the fabric of the country. The reality is that American culture is so prominent that most of the world is adapting American characteristics, and that most "minorities" quickly assimilate.
As a half-breed, Mexican/White mix, I have a perplexing problem with regards to the "quota cookies" booth. Do I claim to be Mexican and buy my cookie for 25 cents or do I own up to my whiteness and pay $1.50 for the same cookie? Or, should I pay $1.75, because I am both a Mexican and white male? Or, should there be another price created for me since I belong to a different category than is listed on the price sheet?
You may have noticed that in their public pronouncements, University administrators frequently sound like politicians, attorneys or government spokesmen. Indeed they do, because like these other groups they often need to avoid speaking the truth because it might be embarrassing. They are, however, generally loath simply to lie, so instead a sort of coded speech is used.
I support all the UNM bus drivers. I support Bobby, Anna and Jerry. They have a difficult job dealing with 50 to 60 students rushing the bus at once in the hopes of getting to class on time. The drivers do an excellent job picking up as many students as they can without breaking the rules.
One word came to mind while reading the Daily Lobo's story titled "Riders voice bus safety concerns" - whining.
It is interesting that one year later and hundreds of miles away, I am seeing the same controversy that I experienced with Justice For All. I too had the experience of being confronted with a 17-foot-tall picture of an aborted baby.
The UNM General Library is pleased to announce the opening of a new exhibition in the West Wing of Zimmerman Library: Facing Southwest: The Houses of John Gaw Meem. This exhibit features photographs by Ansel Adams, Laura Gilpin, Ernest Knee, Robert Reck and architectural drawings by John Gaw Meem and George Pearl.
I am one of the people that Michael Carrasco would castigate as a "bleeding-heart liberal." I am from Massachusetts, I enjoy working at soup kitchens and I give money to people that need it more than I do. I am always grateful that I have the opportunity to live in a country that allows its residents to say whatever they want without fear of repercussions.
On Wednesday, Feb. 20, I passed the courtyard outside of Popejoy Hall after finishing an early morning class. To my horror, I was met with the most disturbing and grizzly images I have ever witnessed. I left in tears, with a brochure in hand, hoping that I could simply forget what I saw.
Last week, the death penalty came up often during debates at the Justice For All display.