The Yale Herald Volume LVI, Number 9 New Haven, Conn. Friday, Nov. 9, 2013
From the staff I recently had a bit of a kerfuffle in my suite. We’re all good friends. But when you have seven people in a shared space, personal responsibility to minimize suite impact wanes. Sometimes one of us forgets that the byproduct stenches of our recreational activities—be they smoking kush or brewing kombucha—can be offensive. Maybe one of us doesn’t close his door when he plays his mandolin, and I know I sing in the shower too loudly all too often. None of us knows where the fire extinguisher went, but it’s been gone for some time now. Our neighbors recently noticed these mishaps. Long story short: we were reprimanded for our tragedy-of-the-common-room situation and the distractions it caused. It brought us closer, though, because now our room is consistently clean and we have a little tea stand in the corner thanks to our newfound conscientiousness. We always loved living with each other, but now I think the vibe is especially familial. That being said, if we’re a family, we’re a lucky one. The stakes are relatively low, and it’s not difficult to be involved. Ashley Wu, MC ’15, examines some New Haven families, looking at a few fathers’ attempts to stay active in their children’s lives and considering the institutional support—or lack thereof—that they receive. Trust is something my suitemates and I are working on as well. Speaking of which, Joseph Tisch, BR ’16, contrasts Yale’s lack of an honor code to the policies of peer institutions in Features. Coryna Ogunseitan, TC ’17, looks at a new Yale study that calls attention to potentially higher rates of schizophrenia in left-handed folk (like me!). Caitlin Cromwell, BR ’15, explores the possibilities of creating a communal space in the New Haven Armory—our suite might have some insights on that. Over in Voices, Debby Abramov, ES ’15, discusses cutting her hair and reminisces on conversations with her mom, and Cindy Ok, PC ’14, hangs with Louise Glück. In Culture, Aaron Gertler, TD ’15, bops over to East Rock and checks out Lulu, a coffee shop dedicated to providing a homier atmosphere. In Reviews, editor and tastemaker Kevin Su, MC ’16, considers the commercial aspect of M.I.A.’s latest traxxx. And there’s so much more. Thanks for reading, and stop by the suite anytime. We’re faring well these days.
Over and out, Austin Bryniarski Culture Editor
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The Yale Herald
Volume LVI, Number 9 New Haven, Conn. Friday, Nov. 9, 2013
EDITORIAL STAFF: Editor-in-chief: Maude Tisch Managing Editors: Micah Rodman, Olivia Rosenthal Senior Editors: Sophie Grais, Eli Mandel, Emily Rappaport, Emma Schindler, John Stillman Culture Editors: Austin Bryniarski, Katy Osborn Features Editors: Kohler Bruno, Alisha Jarwala, Lara Sokoloff Opinion Editor: Andrew Wagner Reviews Editor: Kevin Su Voices Editor: Jake Orbison Design Editors: Madeline Butler, Julia Kittle-Kamp, Christine Mi, Zachary Schiller Photo Editor: Rebecca Wolenski BUSINESS STAFF: Publishers: Shreya Ghei, Joe Giammittorio Director of Advertising: Steve Jozkowski Director of Development: Thomas Marano Director of Finance: Aleesha Melwani Executive Director of Business: Stephanie Kan Senior Business Adviser: Evan Walker-Wells ONLINE STAFF: Online Editor: Colin Groundwater Bullblog Editor-in-chief: Micah Rodman, Jack Schlossberg Bullblog Associate Editors: Kohler Bruno, Austin Bryniarski, Navy Encinias, Lara Sokoloff, Jessica Sykes The Yale Herald is a not-for-profit, non-partisan, incorporated student publication registered with the Yale College Dean’s Office. If you wish to subscribe to the Herald, please send a check payable to The Yale Herald to the address below. Receive the Herald for one semester for 40 dollars, or for the 2013-2014 academic year for 65 dollars. Please address correspondence to The Yale Herald P.O. Box 201653 Yale Station New Haven, CT 06520-1653 Email: email@example.com Web: www.yaleherald.com The Yale Herald is published by Yale College students, and Yale University is not responsible for its contents. All opinions expressed are those of the authors and do not reflect the views of The Yale Herald, Inc. or Yale University. Copyright 2011, The Yale Herald, Inc. Have a nice day. Cover by Jin Ai Yap YH Staff
IN THIS ISSUE
COVER 12 It’s been proven: father involvement
leads to higher chances of success in a child’s life. Ashley Wu, MC ‘15, investigates the legal and social causes that keep some New Haven dads from being as present in their children’s lives as they might want to be, and considers what’s being done to help them.
VOICES 6 7
Cindy Ok, PC ‘14, sits down with poet and professor Louise Glück to discuss her life in verse writing, teaching, and laureateship. Debby Abramov, ES ’15, examines her RussianAmerican identity through a haircut, the broken English of her mother, and a mysterious email. OPINION: Vincent Tolentino, PC ‘14, reflects on the meanings of home, while Leland Whitehouse, SM ‘14, offers advice for job hunters.
Joseph Tisch, BR ‘16, investigates why Yale currently lacks an honor code and looks at the impact of honor codes in peer institutions.
Coryna Ogunseitan, TC ‘17, explains the findings of a recent Yale study that showed a correlation between left-handedness and schizophrenia.
Caitlin Cromwell, BR ‘15, examines the future of the vacant Goffe Street Armory in New Haven.
Charlotte Weiner, PC ‘17, visits the People’s Art Collective Free Skool as the date for their space’s demolition approaches. Also: Lulu’s coffeehouse, where laptops are a no-go.
Kevin Su, MC ’16, vents his frustrations with M.I.A.’s latest LP Matangi. Also: Avril Lavigne, Katy Perry, Ender’s Game, and our weekly staff list. The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY The Herald’s week in review: what rocked, what sucked, and who took the lead in IM networking.
Fall foliage I’m not always the biggest fan of leaves. I mean, salad is objectively the worst, and I once had an unfortunate incident involving a bathing suit and poison ivy. But despite my general leaf apathy, I must confess that the recent foliage sitch in New Haven has gotten me relatively jazzed. Two reasons: First of all, I find that a warm color palette complements my complexion really nicely. Put me in a Barbour jacket next to a Gothic building and a pretty tree and I swear you’ll think you walked into a J. Crew catalogue. Secondly, fall foliage allows for the most ideal Instagram situations (#fallstagram). While fairly inactive on Instagram myself, I’m an active stalker of other people’s Instagrams, so let me break this down for you. Aesthetically pleasing landscape + seasonal timeliness + showcase of school pride + ironically ambivalent caption = Insta gold. You may not get as many likes as you did for that picture where you’re doing bunny ears on Stephen Colbert, but you’ll at least reach Oreostuffed chocolate chip cookie levels. Pretty good for what is essentially a picture of a plant with the caption, “Not bad.”
Double standards for muffin tops As Jenna Maroney once said, “everyone knows that the most delicious part of the muffin is the top.” Yet while muffin tops are undeniably desirable in the context of breakfast pastries, they are decidedly unsexy when considering the human body. This muffin/human double standard has become increasingly apparent now that we’ve arrived at the time of year when you start to carry a little extra blubber on your body to stave off the winter cold. I mean, buying a Canada Goose jacket is a lot more expensive than eating eight magic bars, and they both essentially serve the same purpose—provide insulation. However, when you finish a bag of half-priced Halloween candy in one sitting, your gain in outerwear money is balanced by a loss in sex appeal when you realize that you can no longer wear jeans without looking like a mushroom. Luckily, this problem can be solved by simply wearing leggings all the time because a) leggings make people think you’re sporty-chic and b) they allow you to drink full-fat pumpkin spice lattes while enjoying the comfort of an elastic waistband. It’s true that you might develop frostbite on the exposed area of skin between the bottom of your leggings and the top of your shoes, but until society affords human muffin tops the same glorified status as real-life muffin tops, it’s a price you’re going to have to pay. —Jenny Allen YH Staff
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D: Campaigns In the movies, when a mysterious guy knocks on the door and asks “Is (your name) home?” the main character is about to either fall in love or get axe-murdered. And by the time the 12th canvasser banged on my dorm room door and asked me who I was voting for in this year’s Ward 1 alder race, I would have gladly settled for either of those options. It’s not that I don’t care about elections in general—fulfilling civic duties is my bread and butter. I also realize that canvassing is an important part of election campaigning and can see why people do it. However, as much as I support canvassers as theoretical entities, I really hate actual canvassers when they interrupt me as I’m trying to learn how to fishtail braid my hair by watching instructional YouTube videos. If I decide to give up on having awesome hair in order to answer the door, then I’m at least hoping to be greeted by Chinese food that my roommate ordered.
TYNG CUP STANDINGS!
INCOMING: Christmas decorations everywhere Hallow’s eve has passed, and while you may have been trick-or-treating or getting hammered (you crazy kid!), the great department stores of America were up to something much more important. Elves were scurrying around (granted, I’ve seen Elf like ten times) exchanging pumpkins for mistletoe and orange lights for bright white ones. Yes, my friends, the Holiday Season is here. And while I’d like to say I see those light-up menorahs in many a Macy’s window display, I simply do not. Decorations are all about Xmas. They’re gonna be so sorry when Thankhanukkah/Hanugiving/ Thanksgivukkah comes around (yes, the first night of Hanukkah is on Thanksgiving, and no, this will not happen again for another 77,798 years). But the Holiday Season is a time of hope, joy, and commercialism, so get ready for every major store to be exploding with cinnamon-scented presents perfect for your favorite kooky aunt.
OUTGOING: Moisturized skin You get outta bed, eat sum Cheerios, and brush your pearly whites. So far, so good. You put on an outfit (damn, you look good!), put on your knapsack, and zip up your parka. So far, so good. You gingerly step out of your door and WHAM!! NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD! JACK FROST IS HERE MY SWEETIES. The wind has started biting your tender lil cheeks, and all that moisturizer on your skin is doing squat for ya face. Goodbye soft skin. Hello itchy nose. And a red itchy nose, at that. The coming of winter means the outgoing of nice skin—and I am truly sorry, my compadres, but winter is here. Stock up on those cocoa butter kisses, or Jergens (realistically), and slather your lips in Vaseline before bed. Cause your lips are about to get ROCKED!!!! In the worst way. Chapped skin, here we come… ugh… — Carly Lovejoy YH Staff
Ways to repurpose your Halloween costume
1. Jonathan Edwards 2. Davenport 3. Trumbull 4. Ezra Stiles 5. Pierson 6. Berkeley 7. Saybrook 8. Timothy Dwight 9. Branford 10. Morse 11. Silliman 12. Calhoun
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Number of times Lou Reed physically assaulted David Bowie.
Number of times per week Lou Reed received forced electroshock therapy to “cure” him of bisexuality at the age of 17.
Number of weeks the treatment persisted.
5 4 3 2 1
Wear your Gatsby duds to FORMAC.
Numbers of dollars per week Lou Reed earned after leaving the Velvet Underground to work as a typist for his father’s tax accounting agency.
Sew your superhero cape into a decorative throw pillow.
199 The initial ranking of The Velvet Underground and Nico, the group’s debut album on Billboard chart.
Direct Elm Street traffic with your Miley Cyrus foam finger. Burn it in your suite’s fireplace for warmth. Line your OITNB scrubs with goose feathers to reenact the classic Josh Peck film Snow Day (2000). —Marissa Medansky YH Staff
Number of purchases during the first five weeks of release of The Velvet Underground and Nico.
Place the album currently holds on Rolling Stone’s ranking of “The Most Influential Rock Albums of All Time.” Sources: 1) Clashmusic.com, 2) Salon.com, 3) Salon.com, 4) Clashmusic.com, 5) Wikipedia. org, 6) the Wall Street Journal — Dominic Coles The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
SITTING DOWN WITH LOUISE GLÜCK
by Cindy OK YH Staffil.
Louise Glück is a major voice in contemporary poetry. Born and raised in New York, Glück has published 14 collections of poetry, which have earned her numerous awards and positions including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the Bollingen Prize, awarded by the Beinecke Library. In 2003, Glück was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, and she has taught writing courses at Yale for the last 10 years. The Herald sat down with Professor Glück this week to discuss the writing of verse as academic discipline and a lifelong pursuit.
knowledge that you’ve finished a book; a few friends have read it with excitement. You feel, in that period, relief and elation; later, come the self-loathing, shame, and humiliation, the ordeal of public response (or neglect).
YH: You don’t use email, or a computer at all. Do you write your poems with pen and paper or on a typewriter? LG: My first book I wrote with pen and paper; when poems seemed close to finished, I moved to the typewriter. I always loved typewriters. I used to make a living as a secretary; there was a time when I was a really good typist. From the second book until Averno, I wrote exclusively on the typewriter. Everything. All the drafts, all the revisions. Then this pattern changed again. I have no idea why, but I started writing longhand. In my newest book, which comes out next year, I found moving from longhand to typewriter actually difficult. I wanted to be sitting on the terrace, or in bed, with my notebook. I did once learn how to use a computer, and I do understand some of the rudiments, but I don’t see it as a way to do any work, now. Maybe this will change, too.
YH: So does your ideal interaction with your readers end at their reading your words? LG: Well, I guess that’s about right. But when I look at my books from the past, they seem completely remote to me, so I don’t think exactly a group that could be called “my readers.” Sometimes people read a book I wrote 10 or 15 years ago, but I’m not the person who wrote it—that person is a mystery to me, too.
YH: What was it like to have a collection of all your published poems come out last fall, poems from over a period of fifty years? Did it feel like a milestone? LG: It could hardly not feel like a milestone. The thing that surprised me was how big the book was, because for most of my life, I’ve felt I wasn’t writing. Hitting my head against a wall, raging and raving to my friends because my mind is blank. Or dead. But the book was so large. It was a quite marvelous feeling—that my current sense of failure might not be so reliable. I felt a kind of delight and pride that I don’t usually about my books. I’m much more accustomed to feeling shame and despair. I also didn’t feel vulnerable in the same way because nothing was new. No one could say, she used to be good but she’s lost it. And I’ve lived long enough to see that judgments are often reversed. Books that got completely trashed can suddenly be everybody’s favorite. YH: Do you read reviews of your books? LG: I try not to but sometimes they’re inescapable. Reviewers pronounce verdicts with great authority. But if the book is in print it is beyond change, so the verdict is—to the artist—of no use. In the past, I’ve tried to read reviews that would cheer me up. In any case, the best period is between finishing a book and its appearance in the world: you have the secret
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YH: You’ve said that you hate readings. LG: I can’t stand feeling like a salesman. I don’t like poetry readings—I don’t like going to them and I don’t like doing them. I feel all the subtlety of my work is lost, replaced by a kind of shallow drama.
YH: How different is this experience from your ideal interaction with students? LG: I want my students to think of me as a teacher. I don’t think they need to think of me as a poet; they don’t need to read my work. They could dislike my poetry and I could still be a good teacher, or the reverse. When I talk to my students, we’re not talking about my work, we’re talking about their work. It’s nice to put my brain into their work. I spend enough time obsessing over my work. To think about theirs for me is kind of a vacation. YH: Students in both of your courses write a poem a week—is this for practicality’s sake or is this a timeline you think works reasonably for you or other working poets? LG: Neither, really. In the intro class I give assignments to distract students from the numbing task of making great art. I want their intelligence and idiosyncrasies to come to the fore. As to “working poets” and their schedules: each writer has to figure out what most effectively diminishes his or her anxiety. For some people that’s having a regular schedule. I’m a person quite addicted to routine in most ways, but in my writing life, schedules intensified my terrors. Long periods of my life have been silent. This means not writing at all, for two, sometimes three years. This is always harrowing, but the first time was uniquely frightening in that I had no precedent. My way of dealing with this state was to distance myself more and more from the world and sit more and more at my desk, staring at the white page and the white wall. After two years I thought this was worst fate I could imagine—I felt I wasn’t destined to be an artist. So I took my first teaching job, and the minute I started to teach I started to write. I’ve always connected teaching and writing. I was in the world again—I had
a series of obligations, and my students were interesting to me. It didn’t matter that the lines I was reading weren’t mine, I was still happy to be working on poems. So that was a miracle. I’ve taught ever since, and I’ve also completely stopped forcing the ritual of a certain number of hours or minutes at the typewriter every day. YH: Do you ever give yourself assignments? LG: It doesn’t work for me to generate them myself but I have exchanged assignments with friends. I have a couple of friends with whom this works. YH: And do you share your work with them? LG: Always I count on two or three readers. Sometimes you’re stuck and you need someone to suggest alternatives to the way the poem is now going, or you know something’s wrong but you don’t know where. YH: How do you know when a set of poems is ready to be published? LG: You know it’s done when you can make of the pile of poems an order that makes them better together than they were separately. Sometimes you’ll have enough pages, but it’ll be clear to you that you don’t have a book. Usually if you can’t make a whole, it means that something’s still missing. It never feels as if I figure out what this is; it feels as if I wait and wait and then something changes, some little thing changes, and all of a sudden I have all the materials I need. This last one, though, I thought I would never finish. So I had, in the end, a sense of great relief, as well as a sense of victory. My books have been finished like that a few times, and in those moments I feel I’ve been the recipient of grace. YH: What is the extent to which you believe the writing of verse can really be taught? LG: It’s impossible to know. Intelligence can be stimulated. Likewise a taste for the process. Usually the person who is going to develop into a writer is a sensitive reader and a good critic. When people are good critics, anything can happen. That means there is a deep alertness to syntax, to language. You work on individual poems, poem by poem and poem; you try to point out where the phrasing and structure are, in your view, alive. I think the question of who’s going to be a writer has more to do with intelligence and hunger than anything you would say was talent. There’s a ton of talent, first of all, and it takes you only so far. People with toughness and willingness to start over, combined with really remarkable minds and intense need, those are the people who can become anything.
—This interview was condensed by the author
DEVOCHKA by Debby Abramov
SEVERAL TIMES A WEEK, I RECEIVE AN EMAIL FROM someone with the email address “firstname.lastname@example.org.” Directed immediately to my spam folder, the emails accumulate until I remember to check and delete them. I don’t open them, so the only bits I read are the ten words Gmail offers as a preview: “How currently are you doing? Are you interested to view...” Little Girlie, whoever she may be, attempts to woo men whose profiles she has seen on a dating site. Based on the grammar mistakes, I’m guessing it’s supposed to be a site that pairs interested men with Eastern European or Russian women. How my email address, a straightforward, eponymous @gmail.com, got included into her spam list, I don’t know; but I can’t find a way to get rid of them, so I just delete them. MY HAIR IS LONG, LONGER THAN IT HAS EVER BEEN. THE ends are split and then those ends are split as well, so I decide to get nine inches lopped off instead of the usual four trimmed away. I walk out of the hair salon, literally light-headed, holding my braid in a Ziploc bag like proof. I call my mom to tell her. “Dah, ya porezala sebe volosy,” I explain it to her in Russian, after years of speaking English exclusively. She laughs and replies, “Whenever you speak in Russian, I am reminded of you as little, and with short hair. Why did you get it cut?” Although Russian would be far easier for her, my mom automatically responds in English because it’s the language we have used to communicate since I was in first grade, the last time I had short hair. I try again in Russian. “Ya ni znayu. Ni khatela dleniyye volosy ee porezala,” (“I don’t know. I didn’t want long hair, so I cut it.”) I pause and fumble here because I’m not entirely sure how to describe its length with the right pronouns. I settle with “now very short, to where my ears are;” “Seechaz ochen korotkiye. Gde maee ushee.” “Okay, Debby.” My best friend from home would imitate her pronunciation as Dee-bee, a pronunciation that became her nickname for me. “When you get chance, send me picture. I am sure it looks good.” Even if she miraculously lost her obvious accent, the lack of articles would still flag her as a foreigner. I have stopped bothering to correct her. “Spasibo. Ya zavtra tebe pozvonyu.” (Thank you. I will call you tomorrow.) We both speak languages we don’t fully know, to make the other comfortable. MY BOYFRIEND SPEAKS FLUENT HEBREW AND I SPEAK some form of Russian, so together we can communicate with most Israelis. We were walking one afternoon in June through Rehovot, a small university town in the center of Israel, when a car pulled up alongside us. The driver leaned toward the passenger side, and the window rolled down. Although he began speaking in Hebrew, I was almost certain of two things: he was asking for directions, and he was a Soviet immigrant.
My boyfriend struggled to understand him, confirming to me that his Russian accent must be heavy. I decided to ask him to repeat himself. “Izvinite. Shto vy skazalee?” (Excuse me, what did you say?) I remembered at the last moment to use the formal “you” instead of the one I use with my parents. The man paused here as he considered me. My own accent is a heavy American one, despite my efforts to hide it: I cannot roll my “r”s and some sounds I must choke out slowly, even though I can hear my parents pronounce them smoothly in my head. Still, I know how to properly decline the nouns and adjectives without thinking, although I spent 20 years of my life unaware that Russian is a declinable language. Apparently what I said was passable, and the man turned his attention entirely to me to ask his question. The answer was simple. He merely wanted to know if Rishon, the next town over, was straight down the highway ahead or if he was getting his geography confused. He was not, so I said “Nyet, nyet, Ty prav. Prama, prama, prama,”
(No, no. You are right. Straight, straight, straight”). I forgot that time to use the formal “you.” After four months in Israel, I hadn’t learned very much Hebrew. Although most people spoke English and I hadn’t had any real problems with communication, I was surrounded by the constant buzz of Hebrew and the feeling that I didn’t quite know what was going on. By then, I had become familiar with this unfamiliarity in a comforting way; I was acclimated to confusion. Still, hearing Russian felt best of all in Israel—it instantly transported me back to my home, in America. The man thanked us and drove off. As my boyfriend and I continued walking, I wondered how many times my mother asked for directions when she first moved to America and how many times she could stop someone who could speak Russian. I realized that the answer to the first question far outnumbered the second.
WHENEVER ANYONE ASKS ME WHERE I’M FROM, I SAY Norfolk, Virginia. I never know if I should add by way of Baku, Azerbaijan. Stepping into the apartment where I grew up meant stepping out of America. On the walls we hung Persian tapestries, and in the dining room we ate borscht. No one spoke English until I was three. In first grade, we were assigned a worksheet with pictures. We were learning the letter “p” and we had to name the object in each picture. I did this homework with my mom in our dining room. She was drinking black tea, as she did (and still does) constantly throughout the day, and I could smell some kind of pastry, maybe baklava, baking. I don’t remember anything on the worksheet except one picture. I looked down at it, recognized a pickle, and wrote that down. My mom nodded. We reviewed over the worksheet the next day in class and I raised my hand for this one picture. “Pickle,” I exclaimed, confidently. What else could it be? I heard my classmates snickering. “Uh, it could be a pickle, I guess,” my teacher said with an eyebrow raised. I realize now that he said this for my benefit. “Did anyone put anything else?” The class answered in unison. “A peanut.” I cringed when I overheard a boy named John say that he couldn’t believe I thought it was a pickle. I don’t think I had ever seen a peanut before in real life and I immediately wondered if my mom knew what peanuts were. I am not actually sure if this was when I decided to stop speaking Russian from perpetual embarrassment, but this memory remains etched into my mind as the day my revision began: I have since morphed a picture of a pickle and that image of a peanut into one to justify my answer. THE DAY AFTER I GET MY HAIRCUT, I WAKE up to two new e-mails. As expected, one e-mail comes from Little Girlie and the other from my mom. The e-mail from Little Girlie has somehow escaped my spam folder and landed in my inbox, sitting atop my mother’s. I open the e-mail from my mother first, reading quickly the words that took her infinitely more time to compose. Her sentiment is sweet, telling me that I look lovely and mature with my new haircut, a sentiment made more touching by the grammar mistakes I find: she has forgotten a comma and the indefinite article “the” two times, and has added helper verbs where they are not needed. The grammar mistakes, a former source of embarrassment, make me feel sentimental so I exit the e-mail from my mom. I move my mouse to delete the one from Little Girlie. I hover over the preview before deleting it, reading what Little Girlie has to say, too. Strangely, her grammar mistakes look almost exactly the same: “Hey. How you doing now? Are you interested to check out?”
—graphic by Christine Mi YH Staff The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
OPINION OCT. 5
JOBS ON THE RANGE
by Vincent Tolentino YH Staff
by Leland Whitehouse YH Staff
It’s worth at least mentioning that the sunlight is white-gold. It’s burning through clouds. The maple in the yard is still green all over. The neighbor’s elm tree has that wild red vine winding up the trunk. We’ve just finished breakfast, which was leftover Indian food with fried eggs and coffee. I stood at the counter grinding coffee beans in the heavy basalt mortar we inherited with the house—I felt like an Argentinean matrona, scraping and pounding in the pale light. Enjoyed those dull rhythms, the kinds of sounds and vibrations that dissipate all conscious thought. The smell, too, was unbelievable. We ate upstairs because we dreaded someone walking into the kitchen, felt we couldn’t talk freely or digest properly. I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to live in a place (been thinking so much about moving out). Have already done a year of the toxic silences, the house meetings, the voice shaking in the throat, the apologies. Written too many long and sprawling emails allaying concerns, explaining myself for this and that. I like this house. I like the room I’ve made—the cherry wood desk at the foot of the bed, the tapestry above the headboard. The rug, the table, the books, the mirrors. I hate the idea of having to move things out. What would I take? Not the hand-carved doorframes, not the double windows. And how would I take the giant floor, the giant floor cushions with all my friends’ depressions in them? In the shower, if you tilt your head back and look above the curtain, you can see the sky through the window. The trees dragging their leaves like nets through the air. Sometimes you feel the breeze. Sometimes you realize you’re bathing in naked sunlight. I tell people the house was built by the city’s first black dentist—that he built it for his wife in the Barbados style. I can never know if this is true. It’s knowledge that came, like so many things, with the house when we moved in. The “Barbados style” must mean arts and crafts with a lot of light and a lot of breeze. (This is what I tell people.) At any rate, the house is best in summer. I love the house in summer. Rachel wants a clean place, a real place, a place the city wouldn’t condemn. It’s true
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that in winter, the olive oil freezes in the kitchen—that’s how poor the insulation is. If I kept olive oil in my eight-window bedroom, it would probably freeze there, too. The squirrels, so far, have been content to live without, not within, our walls. But it’s only a matter of time. They’ll soon be scratching around in our waking dreams. Rachel has left for work now, and I’m here in my room, unable to think about much. I turn 21 at midnight. I suppose this is why I’ve felt a need to put all this down. Must remember the way the light looked today of all days. Must testify to the nature of existence at this moment, of all moments. One and twenty. I’ve looked back through some old journals and found an entry from my birthday last year—the party, the hordes of visitors, the band in the basement, the smokers outside, the people dancing in my room. It ended near four o’clock a.m. with me face-down on the couch. So much changes in a year. No party this time. This week I’ve been lying in bed a lot, embedded in Mrs. Dalloway. This book has changed my vision—clarified a lot of troubles with the house. Clarissa’s London is full of failures, disappointments. But it works. It moves. Time passes. People walk home. The yellow-blue light of evening sharpens life, refines it. Oct. 6 Virginia Woolf’s diary from autumn of 1925, the year she finished Mrs. Dalloway, says, “I am writing in the watery blue sunset.” It’s clear that she’s not saying much. Clear that she doesn’t feel she needs to. She’s simply taking in the light. A rain fell just after midnight. The sound was indistinguishable from wind. From my bed, I saw a streetlight cast its fluorescent beam through the parking lot behind our house. Saw the white static, the mist, the ambient electric moonlight pricked with drizzle. I’ll remember that I turned twenty-one, and it rained all night.
—graphics by Jin Ai Yap YH Staff
I don’t have the faintest little whiff of clue what I’m doing next year, but I’ve damn well worried plenty about it. Here I am, twenty one, head full of good books full of big ideas, and utterly without a plan. Time to get a plan. We do a lot of fretting over this stuff, but I think too often we’re wrestling with the wrong questions and not asking the right ones loudly enough. I’ve got a few ideas of my own, but rather than just grinding my peculiar little axes, I thought I’d try to distill and combine some of the insight that people who I’ve asked for advice have laid on me. So, here are three considerations to chew on: Don’t bail on what makes you happy. We talk like where we’re headed after college begins and ends with the workaday world. It’s easy to forget that work isn’t life. My friend Charley talks about how what she’s most psyched for next year has nothing to do with the nine-to-five she’s bound for. Very few of us are going to wind up with jobs that make us tingle with satisfaction. Mostly, we’ll be somewhere near the bottom, taking orders and learning. So Charley’s making sure she’ll get her nights and her weekends to herself for romping and stomping and reading. We’ll all be hobbling our chances at a rich, happy first couple years out of school if we sacrifice what keeps us smiling and sane. I’ve promised myself I’ll find something to do that lets me fish sometimes, read a bunch and stick dollars in a jukebox whenever the mood strikes. For me, that means no ninety-hour work weeks and no Manhattan. For you, maybe it’s killer museums and a good club scene. Manhattan all the way, then! You love stuff that’s not work. Don’t bail on it. You’re not the only best and the brightest. It’s easy to get into the habit of believing we’ll be painfully bored if we ever wind up in a room full of people who didn’t go to good colleges. Recruiters and interviewers sell this idea hard—“You’ll be surrounded by really brilliant people at ...(Bridgewater, Google, Goldman, the IMF, the Atlantic)” That can be a toxic criterion. I’ve only ever worked jobs with people who never read Proust or stepped inside a wet lab—cook,
busboy, ranch hand, landscaper, warehouse grunt—and my coworkers have, without fail, been a howling far-cry from boring. There’s a whole other breed of wisdom happening in the brains of human beings who never drank the liberal arts Kool Aid we’ve been chugging for years. I got all my good jokes from cowboys, drank the best beers I’ve ever had with waiters, listened to a brilliant defense of the free market from a line cook and was schooled on three or four resounding truths about girlfriends from the dude I spent a summer unloading tractor-trailers with. It’s good medicine and a much needed wakeup call to learn from and laugh with people who are unfamiliar with ivory towers. You ain’t getting any younger. Do the wild shit now! If you’ve been dreaming up a six month wander in Southeast Asia or a year on a farm, pull the trigger. From here on out, it’s only going to get harder to pick up and dip out. A couple weeks ago, I was talking to the director of a San Francisco food-think tank—the kind of guy who’s got exactly the job I want— and, when I asked him what he thought about taking a couple years to work on fishing boats and ranches after school, he hit me with some blunt and sound advice. “I don’t know about all that. But you’re not going to be able to buck hay forever, that’s for sure.” Our bodies are up for some abuse now that they won’t be able to handle in a few years, and we’re only going to get more and more tethered to the ground as the years wear on. Right now, we don’t have to walk away from a $60,000 salary with a looming promotion, or make insurance payments. We can just walk to the bus station with a backpack, tell your mom where you’re headed and get there. Unless we’re med school bound, it’s anybody’s guess where age thirty will find us. In all likelihood, we’ll be working jobs we like and trying to find jobs we love, the insatiability that got us this far still gnawing and egging us on. This isn’t the first time we’ve made a tough call, and it sure as hell won’t be the last—might as well figure out the best way to go about choosing.
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Codeless Do Yale students need an honor code to stay honorable? by Joseph Tisch
n May 2012, when 125 Harvard students in a large lecture course entitled Government 1310: Introduction to Congress were found to have shared answers on a take-home exam, they were not subject to any sort of honor code. Currently, Harvard students and administrators are collaborating to draft an honor code for their University. Meanwhile, here in New Haven, apart from the undergraduate representatives on the University’s Executive Committee, which deals with all disciplinary cases including academic dishonesty, students remain largely detached from Yale’s academic honesty policies. Yale— like Harvard—currently lacks an honor code, but, unlike its Cambridge rival, has not seen the sort of event that serves as a catalyst to the creation of a codified honor system. At other schools, honor codes have come into being organically, often in response to a failing system. Luchi Mmegwa, the Princeton senior who serves as Chair of the Honor
Stanford senior Miles Seiver, the student cochair of Stanford’s Board of Judicial Affairs, little is known of the origin of Stanford’s code, but it came into existence to replace a system that students thought was “too legalistic and too adversarial between the faculty and students.” In many cases, an honor code is accom-
Indeed, under Princeton’s rules, a student who encounters cheating and does not enforce it has breached the honor code and in theory should receive the same penalty as the actual cheater. In reality, however, Mmegwa said his group does not encounter many cases of failure to report cheating because it is rare to have “overwhelmingly
Yale—like Harvard—currently lacks an honor code, but, unlike its Cambridge rival, has not seen the sort of event that serves as a catalyst. panied by symbolic measures that show the faculty’s trust in student compliance. At Washington and Lee University in Virginia, students can schedule their own final exams and take them on their own time. At Princeton, students take unproctored tests,
convincing evidence that someone knew about something and didn’t report it.” One major argument in favor of having an honor code is that such a system can help to keep issues of academic honesty on the forefront of the minds of students and professors.
and faculty are required to leave the room after distributing a test and setting the time. “It’s a tradition that really shows trust,” said Mmegwa. “It’s supposed to be students enforcing the rules.”
At Princeton and Washington and Lee, students are required to write out a pledge on all their work—both tests and assignments done outside of class—stating they have not violated the honor code. Though technically redundant
“It’s a tradition that really shows trust.... It’s supposed to be students enforcing the rules.” —Luchi Mmegwa, Princeton senior Committee, said that Princeton’s honor code came into being in the 1890s when students at the school became “fed up” with a culture of cheating and wanted to take the policing of dishonesty into their own hands. According to
The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
since students sign a blanket statement that they will abide by the code upon matriculation, these individual pledges force deliberate recognition of the code, each and every time work is submitted. At Yale, a small number of professors ask students to sign some statement of honor (or check a box when submitting an assignment
through Classes*v2), but the process is not standardized or regulated. MCDB 105, An Issues Approach to Biology, is one of Yale’s larger lectures, and requires students to sign a pledge on the front page of every test. Nathaniel Toppelberg, SY ’15, who took the class last spring, said he thought the pledge helped to keep students who took the tests at different times from sharing information about the in-section exams. “It gave the sense that the class is more serious about academic honesty,” he said. However, he called the difference it made “marginal,” adding, “I think that if someone is planning to cheat they’re going to go ahead and do it.” For the most part, however, leaving discretion to professors means that Yale’s policies on academic honesty and plagiarism remain buried, especially compared to other institutions,
where students sign regular, repeated pledges. However, Yale College Dean Mary Miller said that she has “heard anecdotally from faculty members and students … that faculty members who may not have taken the time to talk about [honesty] in the past now do, and undergraduates are now more aware of how seriously their instructors take academic honesty.” She added that the Dean’s Office specifically asks faculty how they will address issues of honor in their classrooms when they submit plans for new courses. But Miller added that she sees “the age of iTunes” as having created an environment where students are less aware of regulations. “There was a time, not very long ago, when people read contracts, and then iTunes changed everything,” she said, referring to the common phenomenon of scrolling through fine print. “I think we try to be explicit about the undergraduate regulations in our fireside chats
Executive Committee, “ignorance of the undergraduate regulations is not an excuse.” Part of an effective system for dealing with academic dishonesty—in addition to regulations—is that it creates a culture in which cheating is less likely to occur. The infamous Harvard cheating scandal of 2012 showed
cial honor code interpretation is teachers must not assign time limits on take-home exams…I think that timing yourself is an undue requirement for a student,” said Seiver. At Yale, the future regulation of academic honesty—and the possibility of creating an honor code—remains open. “We’d be in-
“There was a time, not very long ago, when people read contracts. And then iTunes changed everything.” —Mary Miller, Dean of Yale College that individual instructors can create environments that encourage or discourage academic honesty. Following the Harvard scandal, the Yale College Dean’s Office discouraged faculty from assigning take-home exams, especially in large lecture settings.
terested in having a conversation about [a student-developed code]” said Miller. “I am in favor of reviewing the issue of an honor code with other Yale administrators and students,” wrote Dean Pamela George, secretary of the Executive Committee, in an email
“Values that would be codified in a Yale honor code... are already important or self-evident to many Yale students.” —Julia Knight, DC ‘11, LAW ‘16 and remind them of the most important points every year. We send all students highlights of the undergraduate regulations every summer, and let them know if there are any pertinent changes.” With such access to information, Miller insisted that from the perspective of the
mediately clear. “I believe that the values that would be codified in a Yale honor code are values that are already important or selfevident to many Yale students,” wrote Julia Knight, DC ’11, LAW ’16, in an email to the Herald. For Knight, who served as a student member of Executive Committee, an honor
At Stanford, the faculty’s role in shaping students’ behavior is incorporated into the honor code, which states that instructors must not create undue temptation for students to cheat. “One of the ways that concept has been interpreted in the offi-
to the Herald. “At this time, I have not yet taken a stance on this issue. However, I am in touch with my colleagues at other institutions, especially Harvard.” How a change in Yale’s regulations would affect campus culture, however, is not im-
code would serve as institutional affirmation of these values. Perhaps a code can help create awareness, but it is the awareness and not the code that ultimately creates long-term change. “A school where students are only there for four years has a very short memory,” commented Seiver. If Yale’s current process for dealing with academic dishonesty fosters sufficient awareness, there may be no need for overhaul. Honor codes develop either organically or through a catalyst; neither of these situations have occurred at Yale. Might a code that is created without such circumstances fail to foster the sort of awareness and ownership that it exists to create? An honor code could give rise to a culture of honesty, but perhaps it’s the other way around. —graphic by Devon Geyelin YH Staff The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
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Fathering in practice Ashley Wu, MC ‘16, weighs the difficulties that some New Haven fathers face in being involved in their children’s lives and examines the support—or lack thereof—that they receive.
he Male Involvement Wall of Fame used to be hard to miss, plastered loudly on neon poster board in the entrance of Helen Grant Head Start on Wexler Avenue. At least 40 photographs of teenage fathers, tattooed fathers, fathers wearing suits—each of them clutching a happy backpack-toting toddler—were once tacked to this wall. But three months ago, the staples that held up the Male Involvement Wall of Fame were quietly removed. Keith Young, the man with the camera, is the former Male Involvement Coordinator for New Haven Head Start; in an institutional decision to refocus resources to “community outreach” work, program directors removed Young’s title and broadened his job’s focus to include a wider range of social work. If the role sounds complex, at least Young’s message is absolutely straightforward: the research, he maintains, has proven again and again that children who grow up with positively engaged paternal figures become better problem solvers, stay in school for longer, and have a better chance of avoiding teen parenthood—the list of positive outcomes goes on. Head Start, a federally funded early intervention childcare center, seemed the perfect place for Young to engage fathers early in their children’s lives. “Mothers do not father and fathers do not mother,” said Dr. Kyle Pruett, a clini-
cal professor of psychiatry at the Yale Child Study Center who studies issues centered around low-income children. “The research has shown some definite behavioral trends: fathers tend to play and roughhouse more, teaching gamesmanship; they tend not to use babytalk, and tend to value teaching their children how to speak up.” Despite its importance, father involvement, especially in low-income areas, is at historical lows. According to the Connecticut Department of Social Services, a quarter of children in the state are born to single mothers and only one in five unwed fathers visit their children at least once a year. About an equal percentage of these fathers have been arrested. My calls to the Head Start regional director asking why the male involvement program was jettisoned went unanswered or were routed through her press secretary, who would only say that the decision was to address family issues through a broader lens. But Young remains staunch in his resolve to continue the fight for more father involvement—with or without the support of an established program. Although the evidence for promoting active fatherhood is deeply compelling, Young’s message that all fathers should be involved their children’s lives has faced daunting obstacles in his attempt to effect tangible change. Many fathers face unsure relationships with their children’s mothers
and challenges of life in the inner city; as a result, fatherhood seems to be inevitably jettisoned from nearly every list of priorities. Policymakers and programs trying to encourage consistent paternal presence must navigate complex questions about what should preclude a father from being involved, with a focus on issues such as anger management problems and criminal history. SINCE THE 1980S, FAMILY LAW COURTS have been under the directive to make decisions of custody in the child’s best interest, often resulting in judgments heavily favoring mothers. Father’s rights activists around the world argue that the child’s best interest is actually equal access to both parents, and the research backs this up. Numerous longitudinal studies of families—including one 2006 paper by childhood experts K.S. Howard, J.E. Burke Lefever, J.G. Borkowski, and T.L. Whitman—have shown that children with active father contact show lower rates of depression, higher average grades, and higher effort in school. Young’s argument goes even further. Adamant that all men are capable of being good fathers, he fights for men with even the most questionable of track records—fathers who don’t pay child support, fathers who have been incarcerated, fathers who have multiple children with different mothers. “The dad is the other bookend,” Young said. “Fe-
males have said, ‘I can be the man and the woman too. I don’t need no man.’ But that’s B.S. You can be a dynamite mom but you still need a dad in your baby’s life. Sure, not all male involvement is good. There are guys with domestic issues, guys who buy their kids sneakers and think that’s child support. But my question is, how much do they really know about being a father? Can we help them learn to be a father?” Nationally, nearly 2 in 3 African-American children live in father-absent homes. In New Haven’s predominantly black neighborhoods, many of the fathers Young works with did not have fathers in their own lives and have little conception of what it means to be a father. Whereas national activists are fighting for fathers’ legal rights, Young is just asking for more male involvement outside of formal legal action—occasional playdates, weekend visits. Head Start was the perfect environment for his work, letting him catch low-income fathers early on in their children’s lives. “Do we have deadbeat dads or dead broke dads?” asked Young. “Ten years ago, the city was doing a run on absentee dads, putting up wanted posters of dads who hadn’t paid their child support. But a lot of these males were going to prison; when they came out who could even think they were prepared to pay child support and be gainfully employed?” Young had a point here. The imThe Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
age of a deadbeat dad, months behind on his child support, may have been one that was unfairly imposed on a demographic often unable to meet the financial burden of child support. After his own divorce, Young was unemployed himself and found that the only time he could spend with his son, without the drama and arguments that inevita-
said, pausing to give a pacifier to his youngest, sitting in a stroller next to him. “They were all handing her the business cards. Come on, that’s not fair.” What Mitchell wants—better societal acknowledgement of a father’s role in his children’s life—is exactly the essence of the father’s rights movement. But the men in this
the chance to spend time with their kids has proven to be surprisingly difficult. The legal responsibility of paying child support is the first barrier. Absolutely dysfunctional communication with mothers is the other. “Keepin’ it real, he’s not going to fight the mother to try to see his baby because he doesn’t want any high beams on him for
“Sure, not all male involvement is good. There are guys with domestic issues, guys who buy their kids sneakers. But how much do they really know about being a father? Can we help them learn to be a father?” —Keith Young, former Male Involvement Coordinator New Haven Head Start bly arose when he and his ex-wife saw each other, was when he volunteered in his son’s Head Start classroom. “My ex-wife and I don’t get along. Off the record, on the record, I can’t stand her,” he joked. Eventually, Young spent so much time at the center that they decided to take him on as a janitor. But he also called the head of Human Resources regularly for about six months straight, trying to create a formal role for himself doing exactly what he was already doing in his son’s classroom. “Finally I said to him, ‘Do you want me to be the guy who steals a damn carton of milk from the corner store because I can’t afford to buy it for my children?” THREE MONTHS AGO, BEFORE THE PROgram was dismantled, fathers would come in and out of the doors at Helen Grant Head Start in a constant stream, dropping their kids off and making small talk with Young. The Wall of Fame was cluttered with smiling dads clutching their toddlers. “Unless you go to a Sears and get a portrait shot, there’s not a lot of opportunity that most dads here have to take a simple photo together with their kids,” Young said. “If him and mom are beefin’, you can be damn sure they’re not going to Sears to get a family portrait. I have this wall of fame because I want dads to say, ‘I want that picture of me and my baby.’” Some fathers in these pictures benefited from going to Young’s support group, Circle of Security. Men met every month or so at an evening class to talk about issues in their lives, not necessarily limited to parenting. For many of them, the issue was simple. The social service and community support that is available to mothers is just not there for fathers in the inner city. SAJIB MITCHELL, IN HIS EARLY 20S, IS A recently unemployed single dad taking care of four children who all live with him. He’s a big guy wearing an even bigger leather jacket, but Mitchell still has a baby face. “Just last week I went to a Parent-Teacher Association meeting at my son’s school.” Mitchell said. “I’m the one who gets him ready in the mornings, brings him to school and picks him up. Every single day. I had to talk his mom into going to the meeting. But the teachers were only talking to his mom,” he
The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
room know that not all fathers are as dedicated as they are, especially not in the inner city. That’s where Young comes in. Changing the prevailing assumption that men do not care, that men are the problem, starts with getting more men more involved. These Head Start fathers believe that discrimination towards fathers has manifested itself even in social services. Mitchell’s own experience finding government help was met with such institutional prejudice. “We should have the same services that they give women,” he said. “They help single mothers find apartments for their children. When I called housing assistance they told me they had services only for women and children, or for
not paying his child support,” said Young. “And without that 40-hour job, you can’t pay that child support. Deadbeat dad vs. dead-broke dad.” Any mention of child support drew up serious reactions from this group of fathers. One father said he suspects his monthly contributions to child support have been funneled toward his ex-wife’s recent purchase of a big-screen television. “I saw her new man with his feet up watching that bigass thing!” he said. This anecdote was followed by expletive-filled complaints that the teachers at Head Start—almost all of whom are women—discriminate against fathers and gossip about them.
fighting this battle either. As far as Young is concerned, the right to be a father—and to be involved—is as simple as putting a man’s name down on a birth certificate. “True. Men have left women alone before,” said Young. “But there are also a lot of guys who got kicked out because the woman just didn’t feel like it anymore. Look, I’m not trying to make men look good, I just want them to stop looking so damn bad.” VIOLENCE ALSO COMPLICATES MEN’S attempts to be involved in their children’s lives; such is the case for Hector Quiles, among others. Quiles and his current girlfriend started dating while the father of her older children was serving a seven-year jail sentence. On the day of their daughter’s fourth birthday, he came to their apartment to pick up party supplies. “When I walked in, this guy was having a huge, huge argument with my girlfriend,” Quiles said. “I was just trying to be a peacemaker. There was a lot of yelling and kids crying. I was trying to tell him this wasn’t the day for that, I told him we should all sit down as adults and have a conversation without anyone arguing and yelling. When I turned my back to get in the car, he shot me in the legs twice.” Quiles faced further complications; for the seven years that his shooter was in prison, Quiles was making a living as an auto mechanic to support himself and his girlfriend’s children—including those fathered by his shooter. “This is now the third time that he’ll be caught for having a gun” he said. “He’s been reported for beating his daughter and her mom. That alone should have locked him up already. Why did they have to wait for me to
“Mothers do not father and fathers do not mother. The research has shown some definite behavioral trends: fathers tend to play and roughhouse more, teaching gamesmanship;they tend not to use babytalk, and tend to value teaching their children how to speak up.” —Dr. Kyle Pruett, clinical professor, Yale Child Study Center families. What about the single fathers?” Upon hearing this, all the men in the room nodded in agreement. And what Mitchell is saying is indeed the reality. Many participants in a recent discussion organized by the Connecticut Department of Social Services commented on the inadvertent construction of systemic constraints to separate non-custodial fathers from their children. Fathers are looked at as “little bank machines” to pay child support, and visitation rights are granted and taken away as reward and punishment. Most social service programs are built to aid custodial parents—whether they are fathers or mothers does not matter. When a father does not have proof of custody—as many of these men do not have—services as basic as healthcare and food stamps become very difficult to obtain. Fathers who do not live with their children, unlike Mitchell, still face a significant set of challenges. For them, even getting
The cycle of unemployment and subsequent lack of funds to pay child support, culminating in loss of visitation rights, is one that sociological and legal experts have looked at for years now. “The research shows this is exactly the wrong way to go about engaging fathers,” said Pruett. “Without any forgiveness of that debt, fathers will eventually say ‘to hell with this’ and give up on seeing their children. Connecticut is revisiting child support policies on a fairly regular basis, but you can imagine how politically unpopular it is to say ‘let’s forgive this debt so the father can get engaged with his kids, because that’s the best thing for the child.’ Mothers get upset about this, and rightly so, so it’s tough.” Trying to reform social service policies to perfectly straddle the line between supporting mothers and engaging fathers seems like an impossible task, and none of the men in the Circle of Security seemed interested in
be shot? And honestly, I feel like he’s not even really going to get locked up for good. The feeling these guys get after they’re convicted and get let out is that they’re invincible. The cops have to step it up. I have no criminal record at all. I was always a family man. Never in a gang. I don’t do drugs, don’t sell drugs. It’s crappy when something like this happens to a person like me.” Calub Davis, who had just returned from Ohio to fight a legal battle for custody of a four-year-old daughter he only recently learned existed, also had his life threatened by a man who fathered a child with his exgirlfriend. “This woman, I thought she was my soulmate, but here she was just laughing at their table in Buffalo Wild Wings while he’s flashing a gun at me,” Davis said. “But I just think it should be more about us all trying to stick together, raise these children together, not “this guy ain’t gon’ have her no more.’”
—graphic by Zachary Schiller YH Staff
Davis’s child-first attitude, despite serious challenges, is why Young refers to him as one of his star students. Through months of attending Circle of Security groups, Davis said, Young and the other men helped him lose his pride and attitude, helped him become comfortable talking about emotions. “Keith changed a lot in my life,” Davis said. “I used to be really hotheaded. Keith bothered me every time I brought my daughter to school, to come to this and that. He opened my mind to a lot and helped calm my personality down, to the point where I’m just trying to learn how to understand my daughter. This program that Keith started just helps men see that seeing your children is important.” IT’S 9 A.M. AND THE FIRE DRILL ALARM is going off at the Early Childhood Learning Center on Blake Street. As streams of toddlers march into the parking lot, hand in hand, single mothers Idinah Muriel and Darlyn Shepard chat in the parking lot. Muriel wears pink velour sweatpants and glasses engraved with glitter butterflies. She’s just turned 20 and gave birth to her second daughter two weeks ago. Muriel tells Young she has a tough decision to make. Six days after she gave birth to their second child, Muriel’s boyfriend attempted to strangle her. If she does not drop the charges, felonies of this nature on his record could make him unemployable. If she does, she enables him to do it again. Young darts in and out of his cramped cu-
bicle between classroom rotations and filling out paperwork to give Muriel advice. We whisper so the “male involvement” content of our conversation does not travel through the felt walls to Young’s supervisor. “Some women shouldn’t be parents; some men neither. Maybe our daughters are better off without him,” Muriel says as she toys with the Winnie the Pooh figurine on her keychain. “But I love him and just want to have a normal family.” She rationalizes. Without a job or a home of his own, Muriel’s boyfriend has nothing to live for, and that is what fuels his anger issues. The social services and counseling available to them are ineffective because he distrusts female counselors and refuses to talk in group settings. Programs like housing assistance and welfare assistance are built to serve mothers. “Even if 20 percent of men are really couch potatoes, a lot of them are just as deserving of the money as women are,” she says. “They never learned to read well and can’t get a good job—why can’t they get cash assistance too? He just feels worthless never having any of his own money.” It is men like Muriel’s boyfriend who would most benefit from hearing about the importance of being a good father, but he is the last guy who would show up in the halls of Head Start to find Young. Even if he did, Young no longer has the time or mandate to talk to him during work hours. Asked where he thinks his career is headed and where the proper venue for his
work will be next, Young responds dejectedly. “Sometimes they ask me to come talk at those stuffy education classes that the court assigns you to,” he said “They buy a platter of snacks, sit all the men down in plastic chairs, and want me to talk for an hour—but how can I connect with men like that? It’s nothing more than window-dressing so they can get some more government funding.” Young’s fight is not for stronger enforcement of visitation rights or weekend sleepovers at the father’s house; many of these fathers might not even have a place for their children to sleep. Young’s message comes with no instructions precisely because the conditions of fatherhood in the inner city are ambiguous. So all he wants is for women to remember that father involvement is just as important as mother involvement, asking mothers to try not to establish barriers between fathers and their children. In our interviews, not once did Young mention hard legal rights or specific policies he wants enacted; he just wants males to have the chance to be present. Dr. Pruett thinks it is important to consider concrete ways for fathers to work with mothers to raise children together. Dr. Pruett’s research looks into exactly this problem. “You get a bigger bang for your buck when you work on co-parenting, engaging the mother positively around engaging the father positively,” Pruett said. “Working with a couple is more difficult, yes, but the positive outcomes are much stronger.”
NO ONE COULD ARGUE THAT THE GOSpel of father involvement that Keith Young preaches is not a vital message. For men like Davis and Mitchell, whom Young wears down enough to attend a workshop or sit down and have a conversation, the message of male involvement has been transformative. But for mothers like Muriel, the importance of involving all types of fathers is still ambiguous. While at first glance, Head Start’s jettisoning of the father-specific male involvement program may be jarring; it could also be a good step toward the promotion of co-parenting. In an ideal world, there wouldn’t need to be a specific program for fathers. But given the historical discrimination fathers have faced, Young represented an important voice of social outreach willing to “real talk” with inner-city fathers and help them navigate these formidable barriers. Without legal and social service frameworks that recognize single fathers’ needs—and now without Young’s program, which helped to fill this void, offering them the resources to find jobs and stable homes and pay child support on time, truly cooperative parenting between non-resident fathers and mothers remains an insurmountable challenge for many in New Haven.
—Graphic by Christine Mi YH Staff The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
Wrong-handed? New Yale research suggests a correlation between left-handedness and schizophrenia by Coryna Ogunseitan
even of the last 15 presidents have been left-handed, although 88 percent of men on earth are righthanded. Studies have shown that lefties are more creative, better artists, and better leaders. But new research from Yale points to a less desirable trait: scientists have identified a correlation between schizophrenia and left-handedness. Jadon Webb, a fellow at the Yale Child Study Center specializing in child and adolescent psychiatry, analyzed the hand preference of 100 patients affected by schizophrenia or schizoaffective behavior. “The goal is to find a set of characteristics to combine together to predict with a fair degree of certainty whether a child would develop psychosis,” he explained. Webb and his team discovered that 40 percent of the surveyed schizophrenics were left-handed, a statistic that suggests that left-handedness may be one of the characteristics that distinguishes individuals at risk for schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is a blanket term that encompasses many more specific forms of mental illness, like paranoia and hallucinations, that all result in generally psychotic behavior, explaining the disorder’s other name, psychosis. In attempt to understand and treat schizophrenia, researchers have discovered a variety of seemingly arbitrary physical traits that are linked with the development of the disorder later in life; their results include
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finger length ratio, placement of ears on the head, and number of hair whorls a person has (more than one being correlated with a higher risk of the disorder). Dr. Sarah Morris, the program chief of the Schizophrenia Spectrum Disorders Research Program at the National Institute of Mental Health, said that the relation between lefthandedness and psychosis “can be viewed in the context of other minor physical differences,” like finger length and hair whorls. The new findings about left-handedness fit nicely into the neurodevelopmental theory of schizophrenia, which states that the same prenatal events that can influence the development of schizophrenia can also cause rare, minor physical traits. Both the development of the disorder and the creation of physical distinctions may result from traumas that Morris and other researchers believe usually occur during the second trimester of pregnancy. “These traumatic events can be anything from prenatal infection, to malnutrition of the mother, to the death of the father,” says Morris, all of which may increase risk of psychiatric disorder if they happen during this critical period of brain development. Unfortunately, there’s no way to guarantee the prevention of any of these events, which is what makes the new research especially important. Researchers hope that even a discovery as small as identifying a correlation between hand prefer-
ence and schizophrenia can help to identify people who are at risk. Despite these strides, predicting what individuals are at risk for schizophrenia diagnosis remains tricky. “Even a very in depth screening of a minor wouldn’t tell you who’s going to get sick,” Morris said. “It’s important to study individuals who are at risk.” She added that the results of the study revealing the correlation between schizophrenia and left-handedness could contribute to the creation of an algorithm that will predict which individuals will likely become schizophrenic, which will allow the medical community to recognize these individuals at an earlier age. Webb agrees, arguing that the best strategy for researching schizophrenia is to look for physical signs that identify people at risk. The methodology behind the research was itself very simple, Webb said, causing some experts to criticize it for being too small and simple. Participants only had to identify which hand they write with. Anjene Addington, another researcher with the National Institutes of Health, said that although the study has intriguing findings, the fact that it only interviews 100 individuals undermines its credibility. “It would need replication before we make any statements about what it really means,” she said. Webb, however, maintains that the diverse socioeconomic classes of his subject
pool makes up for the small size. He remains optimistic that the high correlation between left-handedness and schizophrenia could be significant; left-handedness could be what Webb calls a “biomarker,” an attribute, not always a physical trait, that can differentiate between people who are and are not likely to develop a disorder. Webb and his team of researchers want to locate and combine several biomarkers into one diagnostic test, which would determine the likelihood that an individual was at risk for a disorder. People who have these biomarkers can then be tested to see how well they respond to treatments for psychosis. More traits to test allows for the testing to be done at an earlier age, which saves both time and money by requiring fewer resources to be invested in treatments that don’t necessarily work. While the results of the study are promising, it is too early to determine its true significance; Webb himself said he wants to replicate his study to be sure of its results. Nevertheless, these results help paint a more detailed picture of the mystery that is schizophrenia. “It’s important to find all clues that we possibly can, because it’s a very complicated disease,” said Addington of the National Institute of Health. “What we know is very limited.” —graphic by Alexander Saeedy YH Staff
Changing of the guard A temporary art exhibition presents a possible future for an abandoned New Haven armory by Caitlin Cromwell
our years ago this December, the Second Company, Governor’s Foot Guard of Connecticut stood outside the Goffe Street Armory for the last time. In full ceremonial regalia, the men of the Guard saluted what was their home for 80 years and watched as their flag was lowered permanently from the Armory flagpole before marching through downtown New Haven in a farewell parade. That same month, the Connecticut National Guard, which shared the space with the Foot Guard, also vacated the Armory. Since that moment in the space’s history, it has remained vacant. For almost four years, the once-busy building has stood silent, its drill hall, abandoned, and mess hall, empty. After both Guards, National and state, left in 2009, the State of Connecticut transferred ownership of the Armory to the city of New Haven, but according to Robert Smuts, SM ’01, the City’s Chief Administrative Officer, that transfer was not performed properly. While physical ownership now lays with the city, gaining legal ownership has proven to be a more complicated process. Further, the State had left the building in serious disrepair and handed over financial responsibility for those repairs to the city. “The previous administration’s poor stewardship of this building created a kind of mess,” Smuts said. As city officials work to resolve these difficulties, the Armory’s status stands in limbo. For a brief moment this October, however, that limbo was interrupted when the Goffe Street Armory was chosen as the site for this year’s City Wide Open Studios (CWOS). Run by New Haven non-profit Artspace, CWOS is an annual showcase of local artwork that occurs across several weekends in October and culminates each year in an “Alternative Space Weekend,” where organizers invite artists from across the state into a particularly dynamic or unusual New Haven building for a large-scale
public exhibition. The Armory’s cavernous interior and wealth of empty rooms made it an ideal location for this year’s final weekend, said CWOS Coordinator Caleb Hendrickson. “The interior space offered a lot of opportunities for the artists to respond to a unique environment,” he said, which resulted in an aesthetically stunning show that reinvigorated the deserted space. The CWOS exhibition helped draw attention to the ongoing conversation between city officials, Armory neighbors, and interested onlookers about the Armory and its future role in the community. The Goffe Street Armory Planning Committee, formed in 2012 and spearheaded by Ward 28 Alder Claudette Robinson-Thorpe, has played the most formal role in this discussion, hosting public hearings and fostering community-wide dialogue to generate ideas for the space. Ward 1 Alder Sarah Eidelson, JE ’12, who has worked closely with RobinsonThorpe to bring the project to fruition, said that the committee’s task thus far has been “to make sure the planning of the space is
really based on the input of the community.” The priority, she explained, is to find a function for the Armory that both builds community and creates as many local jobs as possible. The current tentative plan is to make the Armory multi-functional, part community-oriented, and part revenue generating, with one ideally sustaining the other. Despite these preliminary decisions, though, conversation regarding the Armory’s future continues today. Smuts, who also serves on the committee, explained that the group intends on issuing a Request for Proposals to community members to solicit uses for the space; these proposals will hopefully represent a range of possibilities within both designated categories. Hendrickson, for his part, expressed confidence in the Armory’s ability to function as it did this past weekend, as an arts or cultural center. “I think that the success of the event shows that it can host that kind of activity,” he said. The extensive rooms and hallways, the cavernous main hall, and the
circuitous layout made the Armory a perfect choice for this year’s exhibition. “It was exciting for people to keep discovering work around every corner,” Hendrickson added. Artists who participated in the CWOS exhibition expressed interest in the space serving as a longer-term artistic hub. Local painter Jason Noushin, who exhibited a number of paintings memorializing those killed in the Sandy Hook tragedy of 2012, described the Armory as filling a spatial need for the artistic community to show its work, in light of its location. “There’s a great artist community in Westville, and the Armory is somewhere in between downtown New Haven and that community,” he said. “My theory is, if the armory could be turned into an artist’s space, it could be a bridge between the two.” Matthew J. Feiner, another local artist and exhibitor in this year’s Alternative Space, added that it is difficult to find spaces to exhibit larger pieces. “You don’t often end up with a place for it,” he explained. “But over the years, I’ve realized it was easier to do it in an Alternative Studio.” The Alternative Space used by City Wide Open Studios has often sparked conversation about a long-forgotten building; this year seems to have been no different. “I think it definitely planted some ideas in people’s heads,” Feiner said. For now, though, interested onlookers must wait while the city tackles the issues at hand. “It’s a beautiful building with a lot of potential,” said Smuts, “and we just need to get it in usable shape before we can figure out what that potential is going to be.” When the Guardsmen abandoned the space four years ago, they took its vitality with them. Hollow and empty, the Armory has struggled to resurrect itself. But after this art show, a marked departure from the space’s original purpose, the space has potential to be born again. —graphic by Claire Thomas YH Staff The Yale Herald (Nov. 8, 2013)
The People’s Art Collective copes with losing its space
en people sat clustered in a semi-circle at the back of a brightly-lit classroom with periwinkle walls. Reclining in plastic folding chairs, some took notes with pen and paper. One man stood propped against the wall, chewing on a toothpick. Bike helmets and coats lay strewn around the room, along with half-completed illustrations and photocopies of handouts—“Food Waste Facts;” “Diversity Scavenger Hunt”—scattered across the well-worn linoleum floor. The walls were cluttered with decorations, from a pencil drawing of a tiger to— on the opposite wall—one of Lil’ Wayne. On this night, Tiffany Torres, a New Haven resident, stood with an orange dry erase marker in hand, looking around at her assembled students. “Okay. What do we all know about dumpster diving?” It was the first class of the New Haven Free Skool’s November session at 212 College Street. A project of the People’s Art Collective of New Haven (PAC), the school offers free classes, both led and attended by members of the New Haven community on weeknight afternoons and weekends. One of PAC’s founders, Kenneth Reveiz, CC ’12, described the idea behind the project. “The Free Skool creates leadership opportunities for more community involvement,” Reveiz said. Reveiz recalls asking himself: “There are 110,00 people in this community. How many could we engage with? How many could really benefit from this space, and see it as an opportunity to step up, and offer something, and share?” In addition to Torres’s class, “Freeganism, Dumpster Diving, and Food Waste,” this fall’s Free Skool curriculum boasts everything from an autism awareness class, to an art workshop, and a Friday night Jam Session.
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This is the fourth session of the Free Skool since its launch in October 2012, just two months after PAC was founded. Thus far, each session has attracted close to 200 participants. Torres was particularly pleased with this week’s turnout. “Everyone had something to offer,” she told me. “A really diverse group of people comes here.” Soon, the periwinkle walls and the folding chairs will be gone, as will the entire space at 212 College. At the end of November, PAC will be forced to move out of the space, by March 2013. The complex will be replaced by a 160-unit apartment complex, which will also include a 138-space parking garage, and 20,000 square feet of retail space. “Who knows,” Reveiz mused. “Maybe we’ll get the sixth Frozen Yogurt spot in Downtown.” The demolition is a sentimental prospect for PAC members, many of whom see the 212 College space as having been instrumental to the development of the Free Skool. “The types of stuff that have gone on in here probably couldn’t have gone on if it weren’t for the physical space,” said Marc DeWitt, ES ’15, an organizer of the Free Skool. “Everyone has left their mark on this space. I see myself in it; I painted the walls,” DeWitt said. “As much as the activities are dynamic and engaging, the changes in the space have always reflected that as well. People come in here and feel like, ‘I can do something here. I can change this. I can make this mine, too.’” Max Clark, a Westville resident, is one such individual. After attending previous sessions, Clark asked Reveiz if he could lead one of the classes. “I have a disability, which is a large reason why I’m teaching on ableism and normalism,” Clark said. “I’m the teacher. It is a tremendous honor to be
given that opportunity and to also be given the resources to do it right. It’s empowering.” Liam Slivka, who leads the Friday night Jam Session, an event he defines as “An opportunity for people to create something without authority [and] without control,” admitted his concerns towards the future of the Free Skool. “This center isn’t going to exist in a month,” Slivka said. “And, of course, we don’t really have financial resources.” According to Slivka, while the group holds fundraisers, at the last such event they raised $80, from five dollar donations alone. The Free Skool has received support from individual fundraising and crowd funding, as well as the Mayor’s Community Arts Grant, and a similar grant from the Community Foundation for Greater New Haven. Still, Reveiz admits that money is the biggest issue threatening the project. He wishes he could pay people for their teaching—“They are building something special”—but, he acknowledged, “fundraising is something that I can barely do.” Reveiz said that, realistically, finding another permanent space for PAC and the Free Skool will likely not happen for another couple years. The Free School, PAC, and the space at 212 College Street itself have each served as a platform for Yale and New Haven to interact. Francisco Robles, a New Haven resident who leads the Art Workshop, reflected on the YaleNew Haven dynamic. “A lot of people from the Yale community do support us, but they are often here and then gone,” Robles said. “In terms of long-term sustainability, that’s not something that’s necessarily going to be awesome.” Reveiz and DeWitt both said that the majority of people who currently participate in the Free Skool are unaffiliated with Yale. “There is ignorance, there is resentment, envy [towards Yale],” DeWitt said. “But, mainly, there are a lot of preconceptions. Tons. And also just shitty experiences.” This is why, to DeWitt, programs like the Free Skool are so important. “We meet other people and see that we are all humans. We actually care about each other, a lot.” PAC members ultimately fear that these people, more so than any specific program, will be the ones displaced by the upcoming demolition. “People come in and are like, ‘Kenneth, you have no idea what this space means to me. This is the first place where I ever felt like I could just be myself,’” Reveiz said. Still, optimism remains. On the same Sunday afternoon, DeWitt leaned back against a soon-to-be-demolished windowpane. “There’s just an energy here that will not die,” he said. “Whether that means that the next Free Skool will be held out of my home—we’ll do it in my living room, whatever. Physical space is very important, but it mainly just works as a facilitator for a really, really cool energy. [That same energy] will go on, and find other places.” Reveiz, too, feels that some things resist demolition. “For me, it’s really about that it happened,” he told me. “Now, people have tasted it. Let’s go fight for it.” —Charlotte Weiner YH Staff —graphic by Madeline Butler YH Staff
Coffee’s on, computers off
n a Tuesday night in Blue State, I’m sitting in the corner, spying on the rest of the patrons. Two hours after I came in, students at three of the six tables that I can see have yet to move. They nurse three-dollar cups of coffee, and they type. I passed one quiet conversation before I sat down. The rest of the tables? Laptops. The next afternoon, I make my way to Lulu deCarrone’s coffeehouse. There are no laptops here today, and there haven’t been for years. Not just on the inside; even the patio is a tech-free zone. If you want Wi-Fi, you’ll have to steal it from the houses down the block. Lulu is the archetype of the beloved small-town business owner—the kind that makes you wish you were one of the regulars—but her will is stronger than her espresso. “You come in here, and I’ll treat you like gold,” she said. “But if you bring a laptop? You put it away, or you get out.” She tells me the same story she told NPR: four people on laptops had taken all of her tables one day, with no intention of refilling their empty mugs, when two women who hadn’t seen each other in a long time entered the store. Delighted by the coincidence, they sat on Lulu’s bench and began to chat. The four laptop-users glared, resenting the noise. The move to ban the machines brought Lulu peace and put her coffeehouse on the map. “The decision came at that moment,” she said. “I’ll lose my business if I have to, but I won’t allow this anymore. No one ever asked me, ‘Lulu, we’re going to bring a machine into your business, and people will sit there with it for two or three hours, and they won’t spend much money, and no one is allowed to bother them, because they’re busy
THE PLACE BEARS HER NAME—NOT “LULU’S”, but “Lulu,” as though the woman and the café were one and the same. It’s tiny, with the same quirky mix of customers you’d have found in the restaurant her father ran on State Street for nearly half a century. She grew up in that restaurant, and went on to found her own catering business, Sweets Unlimited, in Branford, CT. But running a dessert emporium is a bitter task, when taken to extremes. Lulu peeled fresh fruit for every apple pie or peach cobbler and ground her own pralines into powder. It wasn’t easy to find assistants with the same exacting standards, so she sold the business and went to work for a local attorney. A few years later, after layoffs hit the office, Lulu found herself adrift. She didn’t have a plan in mind when she walked by the small grocery store on the corner of Orange and Cottage Streets. Then she saw the sign—“FOR RENT”—on the beautiful little building next door. But at that time, she couldn’t afford the lease. Still, she asked about it at the counter. Turns out the grocer’s father owned the place. When asked, she denied her interest, but she wrote down his number, nonetheless. Lulu couldn’t get the building out of her mind. After a few days, she called the owner. “Nothing has made it here,” he told her. “It’s been empty for four years.” She told him she’d thought about opening a coffee shop. With fresh pastries, from scratch. Twenty-two years later, I’m sitting with Lulu at one of the shop’s four tables. It’s been a good fall, she tells me. In half an hour near lunchtime, I noticed maybe a dozen customers—not bad, for a restaurant the size of a dorm room. “From the day I opened, there were lines out the door,” she says. “It’s as though people
had been waiting for something like this, in this spot, all their lives.” Have we been waiting too, without knowing? If you’re like me, your academic work depends on your laptop. To sit at Lulu’s is to separate yourself from that work, deliberately. You’re not playing an IM sport. You’re not on Facebook, with your syllabus lurking in the next tab. “Even people in their twenties,” Lulu tells me, “are starting to learn how important it is to have free space.” Whether laptops rob café owners of rightful revenues is an open question. Drew Ruben, SY ’11, creator of Blue State, tells me he thinks of his stores as community spaces. “Our customers are welcome to relax, work, meet, whatever they want to do,” he said. But do laptops steal café patrons of the kind of solace Orange Street denizens find at Lulu’s coffeehouse? Today, Blue State, Starbucks and sometimes even smaller shops like Jojo’s seem to function as better-smelling extensions of Bass Library. But Lulu serves a different set of needs. “Coffee shop isn’t the right term for this place,” she explains. “It’s a coffeehouse. It’s not just for buying coffee. It’s for discussing and debating and writing in journals and staring into space.” “I get nothing but compliments,” Lulu says. “Yale students always say, ‘Thank you for designing a place where we can’t get into our technology.’” —Aaron Gertler YH Staff —graphic by Maude Tisch YH Staff
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REVIEWS M.I.A’s mostly infuriating album by Kevin Su YH Staff
ou might be surprised to learn that the first time I heard M.I.A. was in a Honda Civic commercial. It was the song “Galang,” a frenetic mishmash of London slang and world music, off her 2005 debut LP Arular. This first taste was at the same time completely unintelligible and unbelievably captivating. I did not expect to discover what would become one of my favorite artists through a car commercial, and the circumstances seemed even more surprising when I learned that this was an artist who styled herself as an anti-establishment, anti-corporation, and generally anti–all things American rebel. It was another commercial, though, that truly launched her into public consciousness: the theatrical trailer for 2008’s Pineapple Express, which featured what would become her calling card, “Paper Planes.” No one would have predicted that two years after its appearance on Kala, this track would turn M.I.A. from a world music indie darling to a Grammy nominee with a certified triple Platinum record. She confounded everyone’s expectations yet again in 2010; at the moment when people thought she could have either solidified her place in American pop consciousness or proved true to her indie roots, M.I.A. instead released Maya (stylized as /\/\/\Y/\), an experiment with heavy electronic effects processing, industrial samples, Autotune, and her least accessible songwriting yet. With that album, M.I.A. somehow managed to alienate both mainstream and indie audiences at the peak of her success among both. Along with the album came a disastrous feature in the New York Times in which M.I.A. came off, at best, as a confused adolescent girl speaking from a grown woman’s body and, at worst, as a total hypocrite to her own politics, nibbling on truffle fries while complaining about world hunger. On New Year’s Eve of 2010, M.I.A. quietly released a free mixtape called Vicki Leekx. In spite of its half-baked Wikileaks theme, the release reinspired confidence in M.I.A.’s creative power and hid a contender for the best pop song of the year that no one had been waiting for: “Bad Girls.” With its Middle Eastern sound, stuttering beat, and earworm of a chorus, the track was an undeniable return to form. The surprise mixtape felt like a figurative middle finger to her critics (followed up by a very literal middle finger to them during 2011’s Superbowl), as if to say that the world had not heard the last of her and to remind us that she could still, on a whim, drop a hook that wouldn’t leave our heads for weeks.
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In spite of her tempestuous career, M.I.A.’s music has always sounded engaging and immediate; even Maya, arguably her weakest album, had a clear aesthetic goal that M.I.A. feverishly pursued. But M.I.A. truly never fails to surprise, and in her fourth LP Matangi, she offers some of the blandest and most uninspired songs of her career. Never has M.I.A. sounded so aimless and tired. Never has she sounded so unoriginal, either; much of Matangi has her following trends in music that, for the first time, she adds none of her own distinct personality to. Take, for example, the extremely confusing tracks “Exodus” and “Sexodus.” The two share the same sample, which is a barely altered “Lonely Star” from The Weeknd’s Thursday; the same lyrics, which become more laughably vapid with every listen (“Do you want to come on this exodus? If you’ve got swag, fuck with us”); the same singing, which has never been M.I.A.’s strength; and the same mediocrity. Elsewhere, she channels Death Grips (“ATENTion”) and Major Lazer (“Double Bubble Trouble”) but in both cases ruins those artists’ styles with irritatingly shrill vocals and synths. What make the album even more frustrating are the clear highlights among the drudgery. “Bad Girls,” almost three years later, sounds as fresh as ever. “Bring The Noize” contains what might be the best rapping of M.I.A.’s career on top of a beat that sounds like what Maya’s production was aiming for but did not quite reach. “Come Walk With Me” features the easiest lyrics to sing-along to on the album, clever samples from OS X’s Photobooth, and a brilliant tempo shift 90 seconds into the song. “Y.A.L.A.,” with its earnest celebration of karma and pole-dancing and confounding but hilarious vilification of Drake and Julianne Moore (don’t ask me why), finds M.I.A. parodying herself to amazing results. These tracks prove that M.I.A. can still pull off four minutes of musical genius as well as she did back in 2005, so it leaves one wondering what the hell happened with the other 11 songs on the album. Moments of greatness are scattered throughout the rest of the album, such as the choruses of “Warriors” and “Only 1 U.” For every one of these moments, however, comes a bland one like the list of countries in “MATANGI” or the entirety of the atonal “Lights.” Coming from an artist who was once so consistently brilliant, Matangi is definitely a disappointment. But with her penchant for surprises, I would not count M.I.A. out of the game just quite yet.
Music: Avril Lavigne Avril Lavigne wants to be forever young. And who can blame her? Adolescence, as depicted in the artist’s latest full-length album Avril Lavigne, is an endless summer of smeared eyeliner and stolen kisses—not so much a teenage wasteland as the best years of our lives, spent dancing on bars (“Here’s to Never Growing Up”), running red lights (“17”) and frolicking beachside (“Sippin’ on Sunshine”). This album has its moments of classic Avril: she’s still irreverent and juvenile. She remains the self-styled “motherfucking princess” that I, back in 2004, screamed for in Chicago’s United Center. Lavigne is best when rocking a Hot Topic kind of sound, whether that’s in 2002’s “Sk8er Boi” or this year’s “Rock n Roll,” the album’s second single and clear standout. The Peter Pan shtick isn’t for everyone. But, at least here, it works. Though Lavigne’s aged since “Complicated,” she’s hardly worse for the wear. Somehow, despite a marriage, divorce and marriage again (this time, in a black dress, to Nickelback’s Chad Kroeger), the 29-year-old popstar still manages to embody, with a strange and slightly disconcerting authenticity, the headspace of a teenage drama queen. Some efforts miss the mark. “Bad Girl,” a bondage-themed headbanger, unites Lavigne with Marilyn Manson to cacophonous effect; “Hello Kitty,” a bizarre concoction of EDM and Eurodance, seems to border self-parody and then cross the aforementioned border. But these are small dents in a time capsule of nostalgia that sends me back to age 11 and Lavigne back to a youth foregone in years but not spirit—an endless summer that, at least not yet, needs no memento mori. —Marissa Medansky YH Staff
Film: Ender’s Game Your 11-year-old self might be disappointed that the cinematic adaptation to Ender’s Game is storming your local movie theater at a time when you are not 11. Like many blockbuster book adaptations before this, it never seems to cross the filmmakers’ minds that the audience ages. Thus, Ender’s Game seems satisfied replicating the flaws that plague the young adult action genre en masse, namely in its robotic dialogue and wooden acting. It scrambles to offset these shortcomings with the magnetic storyline that initially popularized the novel among preteens, but ultimately fails. Ender’s Game follows a formulaic rags-to-riches character arc as it tells the story of a boy’s rise through the ranks of an interstellar fleet. What renders the plotline of Ender’s Game so compelling is its close-up look at Ender’s personal choices against the backdrop of a war with catastrophic stakes. The plot’s emphasis distracts from the film’s more embarrassing moments, like when it strangles you with heavy-handed themes about tyranny and conformity. On the downside, this focus also betrays the flaws in the film’s script. At times, the unintentional humor of the stiff and unnatural dialogue spoils the film’s sober moments, and the actors seem completely uninspired. This is because most of the characters are boring, lacking backstories or any characterization aside from their obnoxiously clear agendas towards Ender. Kids won’t notice problems like these, but as an adult it almost makes me embarrassed to watch the film. Ender’s Game relies on our childhood love for the book to excuse its sloppiness, but I think I and many others who might be planning to watch are just too old for this movie. —Dash Turner
Music: Katy Perry Katy Perry is a star and everyone knows it. She has more Twitter followers than the President of the United States, and her 2010 album, Teenage Dream, produced the most number one hits from an album since Michael Jackson’s Bad. Her brand of bubblegum pop is inescapable. Her effervescent hooks sparkle and shine and worm their way inside the ear of every American: they are closest thing we have to a unifying national popular culture. Prism, Perry’s third album, is her next batch of inescapable hits. Perry and her team of producers, led by the always-brilliant Dr. Luke and Max Martin, ride the trends, filling every genre niche on the Billboard Top 100: “Roar” checks off the Mumford-inspired folk niche (and maybe some Sara Bareilles); “Birthday” follows the retro path blazed by Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky” and Bruno Mars’s “Treasure”; and “Dark Horse” responds to the growing popularity of trap music. The Eurohouse-inspired “Walking on Air” is the only track on Prism leading a new trend in pop rather than following one. If “Walking on Air” and Britney Spears’ “Work Bitch” are signs of sounds to come, the hits of our twenties might start sounding more and more like the songs of our elementary school years. But Katy Perry did not become a star because of innovation—she is a star because she makes hits. She turns out songs that audiences across the country can like instantly. She is not the avant-garde; she allows others to set the trends and she capitalizes on them. Her success comes from the craft, from the undeniable catchiness of her hooks. And in this way Prism is brilliant; we have heard these sounds before, but, as always, Perry ensures that we won’t be able to get them out of our heads. —Max Gordon YH Staff
Here’s what we’ve been up to What we’re working: Traps. Pecs get hidden under bulky sweaters, and bis and tris are for the masses. Thick necks are timeless. *shrugs* What we’re listening to: “Just a Friend” by Biz Markie. You’re welcome. Where we’re studying: Curtis-Curtiss Library, Jonathan Edwards College. Have you ever wanted a library where only you and your friends could talk and everyone else had to leave because they were so pissed off? Good luck finding one, because Curtie-Curt is mine. What we’re wearing: Our friends’ high school gear. I may be too old to rep the Prep, but it’s never too late to pretend I went to Raffles, and I always wanted my school’s mascot to be the Tuskers. (Somers High, what’s good?) Syosset lax for life, boys. What we’ve been eating: Turkey. Ten pounds of leftover turkey. Thanks for coming to our Herald business event, guys. —Joe Giammittorio YH Staff
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BULLBLOG BLACKLIST Do you really think they’ll remember your name? Also, that basically nothing’s happened with the whole GHeav situation.
Our personalities reflect this change.
Pike: If you don’t want to be considered a slumlord, step it up.
assholes Desperately needing a snack but not being able to go to GHeav
That it used to be light when class ended and now it’s always dark
But so much shit remains to be done.
Realizing that this semester is almost over
That we’ve probably walked by a corpse in a Park Street house a million times That not everything is Lady Gaga
We live for the applause.
How your icon on the updated Instagram is suddenly a circle
Seeing your face reflected in the dessert case at Blue State Not getting the Nutella brownie.
We’re rethinking everything.
When you think about it, these are very weird.
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revolutionary war David Wooster Naphtali Daggett Noah Welles John Hotchkiss Giles Russell James Babcock Israel Dickenson Mark Hopkins Fisher Gay Daniel Hitchcock William Southmayd Amos Northrup Whitman Welch Ebenezer Baldwin Roger Conant John Paddleford Jabez Hamlin John Brown Jonathan Bellamy Nathan Hale Amos Benedict Eleazar Williams Howe Heathcote Muirson Ebenezer Daggett William Fowler spanish-american war Guy Howard Arthur Melancthon Diggles Herman Daniel Pryibil Rodmond Vernon Beach Franklin Adams Meacham Loten Abijah Dinsmoor Walter Eugene Stewart Frederick Chunn Allyn Bancroft Wilmot Ward Cheney Gerard Merrick Ives Lazarus Denison Stearns Josph William Alport Theodore Westwood Miller Augustus Canfield Ledyard Frederick Walters Hulseberg mexican-american war Foot Lyman Frederick Davis Mills John Bates Murdock civil war Milton Pardee Orton Joseph Holbert Nichholis Isaac Gurdon Seymour Mason Fitch Cogswell Edmond Smith Rhett Gordon N. Winslow Edward W. Beatty Robert Carver Hiram Doane Horace Benjamin Colton Josph Knox Walder David Smith Cowels Charles F. Fisher Francis Miller McLellan Levi Ward Smith Stuart Wilkins Fisk Clintin William Sears James Horton Dill John Meyers Hentington Abraham Bowen Batterson John Henry Felder William Gustine Conner James Redfield William Walter Horton Othneil Deforest Henry Hamilton Hadley Henry Christian Kutz Hezekiah Davis Martin Daniel Temple Noyes Elisha Franklin Paxton John Reynolds Sturges Samuel Armstid Ewing Frederick Cone Fuller John Randolph Harper Theodore Winthrop Sheldon Clark Beecher Hamilton Couper Andrew Upson Samuel Fields Edgerton Chauncey Meigs Hand Newton Spaulding Manross Philemon Tracy Douglass Gray David Brainerd Greene Henry Lord Page King Hugh Watson McNeil William Scott Denniston James Hamilton Sidney Edwards Richardson William Rankin Webb William Eugene Webster John Samuel Donelson Augustus Wade Dwight Charles A. Grevenberg William Henry King John McConthe Stephen Williams Maples James Edward Rains James Clay Rice John Sims Lewis Ledyard Weld Frederick Augustus Bemis William S. Heath Andrew Jackson Spring George Stuart William Wheeler Nelson Bartholomew Charles Edwin Bulkeley Blaise Carmick Cenas Robert Chotard Dunbar Andrew Furgesen Haynes Henry Martyn McIntire Daniel Meritt Mead Frank Henery Peck Horton Reynolds Platt Samuel Maverick Van Wyck Samuel Fay Woods William Harrison Bishop Francis Eugene Butler Albert Waldo Drake
Henry Melzar Dutton Henry Luse Foules John Griswold Edward Leighton Porter George Washington Roberts James Judson Smith Walter Scott Stlalings John Wilkes Wilkeson Edward Foster Blake George Ribb Burnley Claude Gibson Herrick Hayner Robert Booth Maclin Dewees Ogden Thomas Gordon Pollock Theodore Woolsey Twining Charles Boardman Whittlesley John Bethel Bowles Edward Carrington Peter Vivian Daniel Deodate Cushman Hannahs Charles Mortimer Wheeler George Waterman Arnold Henery Ward Camp Samuel Clark Glenney Daniel Hebard William Curtis Johnston William McCaleb Martin Frederick Callender Ogeden James Henery Schneider John Newell Bannan William Bardwell Clark Frederick Stanton Davis Edwin Lane Jones Pepper James Pratt Edward Fletcher Spalding Gilbert Miles Stocking William James Temple George Worman Ira Rush Alexander Daniel Egerton Hemenway William Watson House William McClurg Albert Gregory Marble William Henery Miller Andrew Freeman Schiverick Richard Skinner Grovsenor Starr Francis Norton Sterling Harvey Harris Bloom George Stanley Dewey Henry Clayton Ewin Francis Kern Heller Zelman John McMaster Frederick William Matteson Uriah Nelson Parmalee Charles Avery Partridge Arthur Tallcot Joseph Payne Tulloss Charles Webster Richard Lafayette Williams Richard Kirtland Woodruff Daniel Lathrop Coit Garwood Riley Merwin Charles Mills George Perkins Sylvester Franklin Ellesworth Alling Edward Lovell Barnard John Hanson Thompson Edwin Clarke Pratt John Antione Duvillard Arthur Henry Dutton Henry van Dyke Stone Nathan L. Church Brown James Averill John Smally Whittlesey Jacob Eaton Melines Conklin Leavenworth Dewitt Clintoon Lathropp Ransom Lyon Lewis Alling John Benjamin Welch Nathaniel Wells French James Samuel Wadsworth Richard Macall Francis Stebbins Bartow Franklin King Beck William Wlaker Franklin Hulse Clack Willaim Thomas Marsh Henry William Coit Willaim Silliman Willaim McCrackin Smith Edwin Bathurst Cross
Hubert Coffing Williams Frank Ronald Simmons Talcott Hunt Clarke Robert Douglas Meacham Paul Wamelink Wilson Lawrence Kirby Fulton James Augustin McKenna, Jr. Richard Lord Jones Connor Edward Spottiwoode Faust Arly Luther Hedrick Charles McLean Smith Charles Haseltine Carstairs Charles Loomis Dana, Jr. Frank Walter Hulett John Upshur Moorhead William Wallace Newcomb John Morton Walker, Jr. George James Schuele Burrell Richardson Huff Leonard Bacon Parks Maxwell Oswald Parry John Leavens Lilley Donald Gardner Russell James Francis Gorman Robert Coyne Clifford Garnett Morgan Noyes Earl Trumbull Williams Lloyd Seward Allen Sheppard Bliss Gordy Gilbert Nelson Jerome Harold Wily Reeder Dudley Blanchard Valentine McLester Jared Snow John Douglas Crawford Scoville Thomas Devan James Webster Waters Ammi Wright Lancashire Leslie Carter Bemis Fritz Leopold Dressler Ralph Haden George William Meuller Julian Cornell Biddle James Kirby Burrell Salter Storrs Clarke John Clarence Egan William Bernard McGuire Gordon Loring Rand Robert Lincoln Campbell William Harmon Chapman John MacArthur Lucian Platt Allan Oakley Smith Davis Winans Lusk John Paul Jones Edward Lewis Rochfort Clarence Emir Allen James Fennimore Cooper John Joseph Fitzgerald George Chester Hubbard Wilcox King John Winthrop Loveland, Jr. Eugene Frederic Rowe Gordon Lockwood Schenck Joseph Andrew Glover William Francis Kennedy John Farrell McGourty Francis Bergen Franklin Prime Cheeseman Donald Paige Frary Harold Ludington Hemingway Kenneth Rand Henry Treat Rogers Howard Willis Arnold James Robertson Carey Edwin Harris Dunning Albert Emanuel Johnson Chester Harding Plimpton Sydney Francis McCreery Ebenezer Bull William Hopkins Chandler James Seferen Ennis George Washington Ewing Robert Howard Gamble William Huntting Jessup Henry Blair Keep James Alexander Moseley Alexis Painter Nason Joseph Frederick Stillman, Jr. Henry Gilbert Woodruff Howard Swart Bremond Philip Dietz Willliam Henry Grossius Sheldon Elliot Hoadley Charles Edward Jones Frank Gibbes Montgomery Walter H. Schulze Thomas Vincent Stilwell Charles Kremer Tuohy Lucius Comstock Boltwood Daniel Waters Cassard Robert Henry Coleman George Waite Goodwin George Knight Houpt Casper Marvin Kielland Russell Jay Meyer Gilroy Mulqueen Langdon Laws Ricketts Philip Livingston Rose Alexander Dickson Wilson Reginald Stanley Young Joseph Emmet Beauton Wilfred Corrigan Bourke Leland James Hagadorn Albert Dillon Sturtvant Julian Chambers Warner John Prout West Charles Wolcott Willey Robert Fairgrieve Sidney Alvord Beardslee Louis Bennett, Jr. Mortimer Park Crane Oliver Baty Cunningham Henry Thomas Donahoe Franklin Crumbie Fairchild Cleveland Cady Frost Roswell Hayes Fuller Kenneth Brown Hay John McHenry, Jr. Jarvis Jenness Offutt John Williams Overton John Francisco Richards, II
Russell Slocum Dumaresq Spencer William Noble Wallace Marston Edson Banks Frederick Gardiner Bart Berger James Horace Higginbotham John Morrison Edmund Anthony Parrott VanHorn Peale Walter William Smyth Arthur Fuller Souther Franke Browne Turner Joseph Brown Bowen Benjamin Strickler Adams Joy Curtis Bournique Coleman Tileston Clark George Lane Edwards, Jr. Henry Norman Grieb Kenneth MacLiesh Leslie Malcolm MacNaughton Holmes Mallory Danforth Montague Leonard Sowersby Morange Frank Stuart Patterson Curtis Seaman Read Alvin Hill Treadwell Glenn Dickenson Wicks Truman Dunham Dyer Alfred Austin Farwell Edward Hines, Jr. Harry Helmer Jackson, Jr. Irving Tyler Moore Joseph Sarsfield Sweeny Wallace Charles Winter, Jr. Clarence Alexander Brodie Parker Dickson Buck Alden Davison Allan Wilkins Douglass Alexander Agnew McCormick, Jr. George Webster Otis Hezekiah Scoville Porter Stephen Potter Henry Howard Houston Woodward Lyman Holden Cunningham Cyril Barlow Mosher Caldwell Colt Robinson Joseph Graham Trees Graeyer Clover Archibald Coats Alexander Charles Garland Wilson Marshall, Jr. Ralph Talbot Levi Sanderson Tenney, Jr. Lester Hubbard Church Edward Louis Stepenson, Jr. Donald Walker Donald Corprew Dines Clarence Eames Bushnell John Duer Irving
Louis Joseph Petrillo Richard Gordon Robinson Alvin Converse Sawtelle, Jr. Russell Alger Wilson Theodore Warren Lamb Gerard Guyot Cameron George Harrington McMann Harrison Pratt Morgan Gilbert Hoffman Sidenberg Joseph George Sandler John Bayard Snowden, II Morton Corcoran Eustis Roy Gerald Fitzgerald, Jr. Grant Barney Schley Lawrence Flinn Joseph Marshall Shinnen Kay Todd, Jr. Frederick Bagby Hall, Jr. DeWitt Dilworth Irwin, Jr. Frederic Charles Lowinger William Gillespie Pearson Jack Judah Siegel Townsend Cutter Gordon Ezra Woodruff William Hildreth Gillespie Francis Mason Hayes Lawrence Joseph Leaser Thomas Bardon Quayle Harold James Mold John Cameron Weimer Charles Richard Spencer Albert Svihra Richard Traill Chapin Lloyd Dewell Frederick George Dyas Bradley Goodyear, Jr. Pardee Marshall Stratford Lee Morton, Jr. Albert Sidney Burleson Negley George Eyre Robson, Jr. Harlow Phelps Spencer James Robert Griswold Leonard Ward Parker Robert Frederick MacDougal Arthur Robert Crathorne, Jr. William Earle Jenney Harold Rabinovitz Arthur Russell Andrews Burrall Barnum Webster Merrifield Bull Theodore Leroy Chamberlain John Ward Gott Herbert Seymour Haycock Glenn Stafford Knapp Douglas Clinton Northrop John Eugene O’Keefe, Jr. Alan Gustave Overton John Harold Richardson William Gray Ricker Curtis Charles Rgdgers Philip Igoe Taylor Murray Mark Waxman Stanard Tilton Wheaton Richard Sawyer Blanchard Frank John Cochran Robert Jenkins Shallenberger Richard Harold Sperry George Jacques Stricker Henry Stevenson Washburn, Jr. Clark Vandersall Poling Walter Timothy Enright Alfred Etcheverry Albert MacClellan Barnes, III McIntosh Brown Ronald Muirhead Byrnes, Jr. William Henry Chickering Ernest Dwight Clark, Jr. James Quincy Doyle William Stamps Farish, Jr. Eugene Thomas Hines Frederick Mears, III Logan Munroe John Silas Sheffield Peirson John Felch Bertram Runnalls Gerald Robert Steinberg Norman Stanley Woods Alonzo Pelton Adams, III Ernest Pritchard Christner Marvin Cooke Alfred Brokaw Dixon Charles David Horn David Bates Thayer Douglass John Yerxa Laurence Frederic Camp Myron Lawrence Carlson John Snyder David Gerry Connally, Jr. James Ross Gillie Lindgren Bancroft John Bowlby Bauer John Friedman Cleveland Howard Barry Comen George Eustis Cookman David Fletcher Currier Lawrence Michel DiFilippo Charles Edward Doty, Jr. Trumbull Frazer Francis Patrick Gallagher Edward McGuire Gordon Peter Stetson Greene Roderick Stephen Goodspeed Hall Henry Taylor Irwin, Jr. Pearson Sands Jones Forrest Lee Kenner Roger Cleveland Newberry Kevin Gelshenen Rafferty Robert Phelps Saunders Robert William Small Howard Voorheis Stephens, Jr. William Mason Stevens Alfred Jay Sweet, Jr. Frederick Wilder White William Melvin Kober Lawrence DeForest Anderson Walter Easton Bell Frederic Austin Borsodi Lindley Bronson Wirt Randall Cates Albert Peter Dewey John Alden Farley
Murray Charles Freedman Gordon Phillips Hoover Sadron Clyde Lampert, Jr. Jonathan Leete William John Loveday Baird Hockett Markham, Jr. John Garrison Mersereau Richard Lewis Morris, Jr. William Edward Mulvey, Jr. Sanford Benham Perkins, Jr. Charles Alfred Pillsbury James Joseph Regan William Walter Reiter Richard Harold Seligman Lawrence Nelson Succop Samuel Jackson Underhill William Duval Weber WIlliam John Woods Peter Charles Blundell Edward John Nagel Athanasios Demetrios Skouras Paul Bradford Badger, Jr. Laurence Gorham Bagg Henry Francis Chaney, Jr. Harvey John Cibel Robert Stuart Clark Thomas Russell Clark, Jr. Frederick Cushing Cross, Jr. Alfred Curtin, Jr. Jesse Andrew Davis, Jr. Herbert William Elin James Dudley Emerson Edward Webb Gosselin John Winston Grahm Laurence Rector Harper James Lester Israel Randolph Mulford Jordan Robert Francis Keeler David Ellis Lardner Charles Edward Leary Walter Edward Levy Robert Forsyth McMullen David McGregor Mersereau Stewart Lea Mims, Jr. Frederick James Murphy, Jr. Richard Louis Ott Leonard Frederick Paine Robert Groves Quinn Jonathan Stone Raymond, Jr. Robert Lyman Rose Carl Underwood Sautter John Hill Spalding Henrey Bartlett Stimson, Jr. Cyrus Robinson Taylor Robert Torrey Thompson Wendell Ross Wheelock Francis Richard Wholley James Gordon Woodruff John Holme Ballantine, Jr. Floyd Gilbert Wood Charles David Pack Waring Roberts Allen Townsend Winmill Charles James Andrews, Jr. Spencer Otis Burnham John Gayle Aiken, III Charles Parker Armstrong Edward Howard Beavers, Jr. John Clifford Cobb Ohn Norvin Compton James Francis Coorron John Joseph Dore, Jr. Cruger Gallaudet Edgerton Foster Miller Fargo William Flinn, II Francis Mercer Hackley William Hugh Harris, Jr. James Watson Hatch, Jr. Michael Stein Jacobs William Jared Knapp, Jr. Howard Helms Knight Nixon Lee, Jr. James Gore King McClure, Jr. George Noyes McLennan Malcolm Gardner Main George Houk Mead, Jr. Edmund Ocumpaugh, IV William Howard Schubart, Jr. George Raymond Waldmann, II Morgan Wesson Philip William, Jr. Henry Randall Wilson, III Reid Talmage Woodward Warren Williams, Jr John Hall Bates Arthur Pue Gorman 2d Walter Bigelow Rosen John Hollister Stewart Robert Carter Bryan Thomas James Wills, Jr. Theron Griggs Platt William Anderson Aycrigg, II Peter Bennit John Myer Bowers Beverly Ward Bristol Kenneth Coe Bristol Robert Lind Brush Rene Auguste Chouteau Henry Victor Crawford, III Charles Clarence Davis, Jr. Edward Cyprian Digan James Maxwell Dowling John McKinlay Green Robert Kelman Haas, Jr. George Eddison Haines Warren Arthur Hindenlang John Burton Houston William Brinckerhoff Jackson Endicott Remington Lovell, Jr. Robert Wentworth Lucey James Stewart McDernott Harold Shepardson Marsh Walter Edwin Newcomb, Jr. Carter Palmer Sam Phillips, Jr. Hovey Seymour William Barton Simmons, Jr Robert Emmett Stevenson James Neale Thorne Benjamin Rush Toland William Gardner White
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world war i Granger Farwell Joseph Bidleman Bissel Theodore Caldwell Janeway James Brown Griswold Percy Weir Arnold Samuel Denison Babcock William Henry Rowe Henry Edward Hungerford Samuel Pearson Brooke Charles James Freeborn William Park McCord John Leslie Crosthwaite Edward Everett Tredway Arthur Yancey Wear John Franklin Trumbull Bronson Hawley James Knight Nichols James Osborne Putnam Perry Dean Gribben Theodore Hugh Nevin Frank Atwater Ward Frederick Campbell Colston Douglas Bannan Green James Ely Miller Alexander Pope Humphrey Kenelm Winslow George Leslie Howard Edmund Hubertus Lennon Lester Clement Barton John Case Phelps Arthur Bertram Randolph Philip Johnston Scudder Roy Edgar Hallock Ernest Wilson Levering Andrew Carl Ortmayer
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m o n d ay, n o v e m b e r 1 1 , 1 2 : 3 0 p m b e i n e c k e p l aza world war ii Fletcher Hegeman Wood Ralph Edward Costanzo Montgomery Harley Talbot Carroll Gowen Riggs James Franklin Gilkinson Sterling Patterson Henry Hill Anderson Carl Humphrey Strong Kenyon Stockwell Congdon William Baker Lucius Bass Manning William Harold Chain Alan Sydney Rush William Carr Carr Edwin Dow Rattray Andrew Wylie Elisha Gaddis Plum James Paulding Farnham Philip Joseph Savage Cyril Crofton Cullen Willard David Litt Raymond Barnes Miles Jose Lopez Celeste John Ross Mendenhall Francis Hannaford Mitchell Edward Jesup Taylor Victor Hugo Weil William Neely Mallory Arthur George Stanford Edmund Melhado John Henry Gardner Earl Mack Criger Harry Poole Camden, Jr. Louis Stanley Gimbel, Jr. Frederick Bingham Howden, Jr. John Coffinbury Morley William Edmund Scholtz Warren VanWie Bliven George Louis Washington Hess John Henry Brewer Robert Sanderson John Vandal Frankenthal Gordon Seafield Grant James Lindsay Luke John High Noyes Donald Elisha Laidlaw Snyder Thomas Sergeant LaFarge Clarence Levin Talcott Wainwright Franklin Charles Gilbert Richard Edward Shea Robert Maxwell Stockder Arthur Buell Armstrong, Jr. Franklin Alden Batcheller, Jr. John Beegan Byrne Henry Talmage Elrod Isaac Newton La Victorie Richard Minor Holter Donald Macleay Kerr John Rawlings Toop William Caldwell Hamilton Perry Hammond Jacob Stephens Chamberlin Cheney Cowles John Milton Guiterman Warner Marshall, Jr. Stephen Britten Runyon William Wade Hiram Edwin Wooster
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John Glemming Landis Anthony George Palermo Reino Arvin Ranta Maurice Norman Manning John Williams Pitney Morgan O’Brien Preston Edward Gerard Joseph Bartick Harold Adelman Kent Arnold John Doane Atwood Bailey Badgley Edward Salisbury Bentley, Jr. Henry Warder Carey Edward Perkins Clark, II John McDevitt Cronan William Timothy Dargan Douglas Richard Divine Richard David Dugan Harry Llewellyn Evans, Jr. Gordon Taylor Gates John Hislop Hamilton Jonathan Hyde Hately Alfred Williams Haywood, Jr. Warren Edwin Heim Thomas Grenville Hudson Benjamin Peter Johnson Cedric Freeman Joslin John LeBoutillier Frank Walder Lilley, Jr. John Helm Maclean Vincent McClelland Edward Orrick McDonnell, Jr. George Plummer NcNear, III William Wallace Marshall Albert Cobb Martin Ward Miller Morris Ranolph Mitchell, Jr. Cyrus LaRue Munson Arthur Thomas Nelson, Jr. Charles Morgan Perry Worthington Webster Phillips Thomas Jefferson Rainey William Scott Snead, Jr. David Greenough Souther William Cutler Thompson, Jr. David Edsall Tileston DeForest VanSlyck, Jr. George André Whelan Robert Thomas Wilson, Jr. Frazier Curtis Ralph Hamill Stephen Ferguson Hopper John Horton Ijams, Jr. Alfred Townshend Johnson John Richard Julianelle Frank Godfrey Aschmann William Thayer Brown, Jr. Joseph Niebert Carpenter, III Charles Briggs Congdon Eugene Pierre Cyprien Constantin, III George Herbert Day, Jr. James Donald Deane, Jr. Sandwith Drinker Charle Michael Fauci, Jr. Alfred Brush Ford Snowden Haywood Charles Alfred Higgens, Jr. Charles Alvin Jones, Jr. Richard Brewer Knight Willis Clyde Locker, Jr. Richard Carlisle Long, II Arthur Robert Lowe John Philip Lucas John Frederick Lynch John Derek MacGuire Walter Roy Manny, Jr. Thomas Lees Marshall Charles Young Mead Lucien Memminger, Jr. Quentin Meyer Charles Prosch Murray Francis Joseph O’Toole Robert Stone Stoddart, Jr. Robert Frank Trask George Barnett Trible, Jr. William Donald Twining Augustus Van Cortlandt, III Robert Megget Steel Walker Willard Foster Walker, III Barnum Weaver Frank Russell Whittlsey Adrian Beck Dickinson Ernest Griffith, Jr. Wilfrid Lee Simmons Philip Emerson Wood, Jr. Theodore Clement Samuel Randall Detwiler, Jr. Milton Karlin Abelson Clement Gould Amory Hiland Garfield Batcheller, Jr. Gilman Dorr Blake, Jr. Jacques Edmund Bloch Hugh Torbert Brooks Harry James Coombe Boyd Taylor Cummings Edwin Thaddeus Danowski James Rodgers Dicken William Caveny Eberle, Jr. John Andrew Eckert, III Rolland Mooney Edmonds Richard Stuart Fleming Boutwell Hyde Foster, Jr. Edward McCrady Gaillard, Jr. Cornelius Reid Kerns Brian McCree William Rinn MacDonald John Alexander MacMullen Donald Macfarlane MacSporran Alfred Ronald Neumunz Alden Lothrop Painter, Jr. James Russell Parsons, IV Lloyd Winston Pullen Frederick Wilkes Ribie Donald Ferdinand Ritter Richard Rollins, Jr. Morton Butler Ryerson William Huston Sanders Joseph Francis Sawicki, Jr. Herbert Henry Shaver, Jr. Robert Shipman Thurston, Jr.
James Arthur Whitehead George Bruen Whitehouse Thomas Chapman Aldrich Frederick Anson Brown Benjamin Glanton Calder William John Cameron, Jr. Townsend Doyle Charles St. Clair Elder, Jr. Edward Burrell Feldmeier Jonathan Grant Fitch Francis Joseph Fitzgerald, Jr. Duncan Forbes, Jr. Wendell Horace Griffith, Jr. Albert Crawford Herring, Jr. Emmett Walter Hess Rovert Leslie Hott William Wilson Imlach Charles Jared Ingersoll, Jr. Bruce Kyle Kemp Dwight Roland MacAfee, Jr. John Boyd Mason Mark Charles Meltzer, III John Milton Miller, Jr. John Campbell Moore Thomas McClure Owen, Jr. John Sears Parsons David Francis Reilly Harvey Arthur Rosenberg William Carlton Rundbaked Ralph Davis Sneath Sample Edgar Clement Scanlon, Jr. Frank Eppele Shumann, Jr. Peter William Sommer James Baume Stryker William North Sturtevant, Jr. John Hobart Thompson Samuel Johnson Walker, Jr. David Landon Weirick William King White, Jr. Richard Satterlee Willis David Edward Bronson, Jr. Jesse Redman Clark, III James Congdell Fargo, III Whiton Jackson Edward Potter Sanderson Wilfley Scobey, Jr. Clarence Claude Ziegler, Jr. Robert Lachlan McNeill Edgar Allen Orrin Fluhr Crankshaw Max Harrison Demorest Dean Hudnutt Harold Richardson Street korean war Earl Harold Marsden Benjamin Griffin Lee, Jr. James Brewer Crane Couch William Ellis Pulliam Paul Walker Latham, Jr. Harold Roosevelt Podorson Alan Maurice Harris George Simon Sulliman Dana Wilson Shelley Kendall Courtney Gedney Arthur Martens Apmann, Jr. Robert Kirkus Bancker John Bernard Murphy, Jr. Edwin Nash Broyles, Jr. Malcolm Edward Aldrich James Van Hamm Dale James Francis Statia John Jackson Bissell, Jr. Terrence James McLarnon James Leslie Pressey Harold Ackerman Storms, Jr. Sully Irwin Berman, Jr. vietnam war John Abbott Lewis Herbert Abrams Stuart Merrill Andrews William Marcus Barschow Francis Allard Boyer Charles Edward Brown, Jr. Robert Edward Bush George Whitney Carpenter Roger Gene Emrich Donald Porter Ferguson Richard McAllister Foster Harold Edwin Gray, Jr. Channing Webster Hayes, Jr. Kendrick King Kelley, III Frederic Woodrow Knapp Marvin Lederman Peter Bernard Livingston Hugh Calkins Lobit Edward Kettering Marsh Robert McKellip, Jr. Marlin McClelland Miller Richard Martin O’Connell Richard Warren Pershing Howard Jon Schnabolk Richard DeWitt Barlow Shepherd Arthur Daniel Stillman John McArthur Swazey William Meadon Van Antwerp, Jr. Bruce Byerly Warner Stephen Henry Warner Lloyd Parker Wells, III John Clyde White Jonathan Phinney Works
The names above, engraved on the walls of Woolsey Hall, are Yale students and faculty who died in service to their country.