Crimson opinion writer
Violet T.M. Barron
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Why I Protest Hillel
For the sake of Jews at Harvard and beyond and, ever more essentially, for the rights of Palestinians here and everywhere, I will continue to protest for a land that we may all call home.
The Year I Left Israel Behind
Israel’s story is an illusory one. It cannot be told without burying another story: that of Palestine. I know this because for twenty years, I peddled it.
Dissent: When It Comes To Free Speech, the Editorial Board Is All Talk.
Because the Editorial Board calls for unattainable balance in the name of ideological diversity and censoriousness in the name of neutrality, we dissent.
Lessons of Loss
I wish it hadn’t taken me a year to write something about Jordan; I wish there wasn’t a reason to write anything in the first place. But why write at all?
Dissent: The Only People Congress Has Fooled Is the Editorial Board
Congress continues to demonstrate that they’re more interested in treating Harvard like a political punching bag than governing our country.
Dissent: With New Protest Guidelines, Free Speech Again Stops at Palestine
With their tacit support for Harvard’s new guidelines, the Editorial Board today demonstrates that their commitment to free speech is just as specious as our University’s.
Not All Jews Are Zionists. Harvard Can’t Keep Ignoring This Truth.
As Jewish Harvard students, we have been thrust into the national spotlight. We question what exactly it illuminates and the intentions of those who shine it.
Dissent: Bigger Isn’t Always Better
The Board’s well-meaning aspirations of accessibility are just that — aspirational. A bigger Harvard is not necessarily a better Harvard. Elitism doubled is still elitism.
A Call for Empathy
Israel is a beautiful nation whose government has committed unspeakable crimes. For many, only half of that sentence will register — but the fights for Palestinian and Israeli self-determination need not be mutually exclusive.
Food for Thought
No paper nor problem set will ever compare to the sheer chaos that is the Monday lunch shift. What I do — what we all do — at this school is not as hard as it once seemed.
Stranger in a Strange Band
The thought of joining a band in college had never once crossed my mind until I heard one outside my window. I still have many traditions to learn, and a basic level of proficiency in the trumpet to achieve, but for now, I will happily join my bandmates in tossing shoes and paper airplanes through the air at rehearsal, even if I don’t know what for.
