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Joshua A. Barro ’05 questioned whether the training for these new positions would be more extensive than Sexual Assault Sexual Harassment (SASH) or Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian and Transgender (BGLT) tutors...
First, Smith criticizes Perspective for arguing that “due to the deeply personal nature of sexual assault,” the Ad Board should not require corroborating evidence before “investigating rape charges”(emphasis Perspective’s). Smith writes: “Harvard, in other words, oppresses women by not instantly transforming its Administrative Board into a kangaroo court with a diminished burden of proof.” It’s difficult to recognize Perspective’s argument that requiring “independent corroborating evidence” before even investigating...
...faithful to prayer. Some of the minarets that rise above the city were bullet-ridden and broken, targeted by American guns aiming to kill any Iraqi insurgents who might be taking cover inside. Buildings throughout the city lay in smoldering ruins in the wake of days of U.S. tank assaults and air strikes. It is not surprising that a ferocious battle erupted in Fallujah--the heart of the so-called Sunni triangle, where those loyal to Saddam Hussein and his thuggish regime have made their most violent stands.. The Marine-led assault on the city was intended to deliver...
From the beginning of operation Iraqi Freedom, critics have questioned Rumsfeld's insistence that a relatively lean force was sufficient to take care of business in Iraq--for both the initial assault and all that has come in its wake. That Rumsfeld's go-small strategy has failed to make Iraq a secure place is now clear to almost everyone. Iraq's borders are still dangerously porous. Fallujah and other parts of the Sunni triangle, unmolested during the invasion last year--in part because the U.S. failed to get Turkey's approval to move forces across its border--remain untamed...
...amazing thing about Blue Blood is that where a lesser writer would just have gone numb, Conlon stays alive to the humor and the sadness and the ironies of life even in the teeth of the city's everyday assault--bricks (and, once, a canned ham) thrown from rooftops, the festering bitterness of precinct-house feuds, the bizarro underworld of the midnight shift, the agony, both Dantean and Sisyphean, of sifting through the rubble of the World Trade Center that has been moved to Staten Island. Conlon has no ambitions as a whistle-blower or a hero--he's neither...