Student Offended by White D-Squad Performer's Use of the N-word
Dear Performer,
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Dear Performer,
Quite frankly, Tiffani Lewis-Lockheart, you chose to make your response article a personal attack; your efforts to mask disdain are fairly thin. Secondly, I didn't think that J. Isaiah Bailey was speaking for all of us; rather, it was his own testimony. It just happens to be the bitter reality that, whether this is true in your own social bubble or not, quite a number of black students on campus have at least one experience that resonates with Bailey's poem. If you would like to verify this, randomly select ten black students you haven't met and ask them about their experiences on campus.
Have I ever been asked if I was an athlete? Yes. But believe me, there was no evident reason for doing so, other than me being a black male at this university. The majority of black males at this campus are. I'm 5 feet 6 inches and around 150 pounds. I know of at least three other people who've had similar experiences.
To the person who dressed in blackface for Halloween this past weekend:
Before I go any further let me say I was not on campus this weekend to experience the University of Richmond Halloween or see any of the creative costumes put together by our "intellectual risk takers." Nonetheless, I would place a bet on there being a "risk taker," somewhere on this campus, that did dress up like a Mexican gangster, American Indian or terrorist (intended to be of Muslim descent). I've seen these impersonators dress up in sombreros, head dresses and black and white scarves before, so I know I am not making this up. Maybe it didn't happen this year at the Richmond, but I am sure as hell that it has happened before and will happen again. How do I know this? These costumes are convenient, cheap, funny, sold at Party City and, frankly, drinking up during Halloween with a bomb strapped to your chest makes for a good Facebook picture.