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Diana Ross's "I'm Coming Out" blared over speakers as University President Drew G. Faust emerged from Mass. Hall on Monday evening in her first public appearance since taking office. Faust paused in the doorway, briefly dancing along to the music, before continuing on to greet a small audience of Harvard affiliates who had gathered in Harvard Yard to chat with the president over ice cream...
...potential catalyst to the social change that is really needed. On a diverse campus and in the prime of their intellectual and social lives, students of all colors, religions, genders, and sexual orientations need to take the time to look into the faces of the other, greet someone who was once a stranger, listen with empathy to her story, and daily seek fairness...
...radio was wrong. In the camp, the Palestinians could see an army approaching from the eastern hills. "We thought they were King Hussein's soldiers," says Abu Fady. A man from Jalazon ran down to greet the troops, firing his rifle in celebration--and had a surprise. "The first soldier slapped him and took away his gun, and the man cried out, 'Aiiee! They're Jews, not Arabs,'" Abu Fady recounts. Israeli fighters appeared in the skies, strafing Jordanian posts along the Samarian hills, and the family decided to flee. They were not alone; the roads were clogged with thousands...
...easy to spot what's going right at South Brooklyn Community High, the transfer school that Garcia attends. It's obvious the minute the doors open. Waiting in the bright, airy reception area are six advocate-counselors, or ACs. Each counsels 25 or so kids, whom they greet individually, often with elaborate, personalized handshakes or fist pounds. These close relationships are cemented by daily meetings and twice-weekly group sessions. When any of the school's 150 students fail to show up in the morning, the AC makes a phone call to find out why. Freddie Perez, 17, compares this...
...past almost two years, I’ve come to recognize the homeless people in the square. Seeing the same people day in and day out has put a mark of familiarity on their faces. There’s even a certain level of informality with which I greet some of the ones that I notice more. There is a “Do you have any spare change?” followed by an “I’m sorry, brother, I don’t have any change on me.” And it usually...