By the Editorial Board of The Blue and White Tessa Majors was a vibrant and talented artist whose fire was taken too soon. This terrible act of random violence is felt throughout campus in sadness and shock. We here at The Blue and White would like for our readers to remember Tess as a shining rockstar, friend, daughter, and sister. Please honor her memory by sending your love to her friends, family, and yours. Resources Furman Counseling Center: 100 Hewitt Hall, (212) 854-20

A racist Furnald whiteboard incident leads to frustration and stagnation.

Why are students at a world-class institution struggling with food insecurity?

By Sylvie Epstein I remember the smooth skin of each cherry—some red, some yellow, some red-yellow, some almost black—and how they felt cool against my sticky, sweaty skin each June. I see us each holding a bucket, teal and plastic, and can hear the sound of the fruit dropping to the bottom of the pail. It changes as the pile stacks higher and higher. We chose cherries as our Father’s Day pickings for the heights of the trees. In the East, when I was young, we picked apples i

Columbia’s Society of Professional Journalists takes a hard look at traumatic coverage.

Justice-in-Education brings professors and students to New York prisons and formerly incarcerated people to Columbia.

With the approval of the Linguistics major, a sophomore rejoices.

Tommy Song, CC ‘20, is kind and low-key, but this demeanor hardly stifles his passion for knowledge and justice. His mantra in life—“always assume a position of humility, and always be vigilant”— manifests in every aspect of his life, from his self-deprecating humor to his passion for improving his community. Song hails from South Korea, and he attended boarding school in the U.S. starting in sixth grade. He remembers loving an American summer program and begging his parents

“Open hands, open hands,” said Carolyn Friedman at the conclusion of our hour-long breakfast interview, still reeling from closing night of The Bacchae 2.1. She had directed the smash production with King’s Crown Shakespeare Troupe (KCST), Columbia’s premier Shakespearean theater group. I had asked her to talk about the theater community she built at Columbia; “fucking extraordinary,” she had answered instantly, eyes alight. From them, she told me, she had learned that if you

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Maria Hinojosa on student journalism now.

It’s officially winter-time at Columbia, and you know what that means: sipping sweet apple cider by the dorm radiator, building snowdicks in front of Butler, and utterly losing the skill of having casual conversation with your peers. Yes, the winter isolation bug is on the prowl again, about to creep into your life before you know it. But not for the lucky few of you who just opened to this page of the Blue and White. This year, I provide you with an official step-by-step gui

Around town on the IKEA ferry, the Roosevelt Island Tramway, and the uptown 1.

Ufon Umanah Ah, there it is, silly old Columbia. The more I write about, there it is, silly old Columbia. The more I write about it, the more it messes up. It’s a treadmill. As much as superficial things have changed since I’ve enrolled, from Barnard’s restored lawn to Columbia’s online culture, too much has stayed the same, and the biggest story I’ve missed has always been why. There was a moment one Fireside Chat that always stuck to me. A student had asked how could she re

By Jacob Snyder Required Texts: • Paul Henri, A Summary of Ethnic Conflict in Eastern Iran (1983) • Nicole Brown Simpson, The Autobiography of Nicole Simpson (1996) • Unknown, Sefer Yetzirah (c. 2nd Century) • Ben Jonson, Bartholomew Fair (1614) Recommended Reading: • Roger Bacon, Opus Majus (1267) • Annals of the American Association of Oral Pathologists (1911-2019) • Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa, Three Books of Occult Philosophy (1531) • John Dean, The Congressional Testimony

By Benjamine Mo I. It is bone and wanting bone. It is the sight of an apricot tree in winter. Auntie explains the numbness of her leg with finger pressed against hardened sinew. In the bone. It is humming a raven song, always, humming and feeling in the bone. Mama explained to me the prognosis in Mandarin, and I could understand bone. But how do you translate what is within bone and of bone and eating from the base of the spine? Perhaps only apricot cores know the secret of i