By Rocky Rūb and Schuyler Daffey Illustration by Isabelle Oh The following emails were uncovered in The Blue and White ’s ongoing investigation into two Columbia students who completed internships on the Hill this summer and are now staffers on the teams of Zohran Mamdani and Marjorie Taylor Greene. No stone is going unturned. Please consult this space for further updates. From: Richard Ryder Sent: 11/11/2025 7:34:35 PM To: Maysie Rosa Scott  Subject: [URGENT] Is Woke Back??!

Reflections on protest in the archives. by Magda Lena Griffel Illustration by Isabelle Oh Rumor had it the Rare Book and Manuscript Library had “materials” from the Spring 2024 protests. Curious, I hiked to Butler’s sixth floor, wedged my possessions into my designated locker, and entered the hallowed Woods reading room. Golf pencil sharpened, note paper stacked, I sifted through massive manila folders to find the latest addition, labeled “ Israel-Gaza War Protest .” I flippe

Columbia’s real conservative newspaper. By Eli Baum Illustration by Selin Ho In April 2025, Columbia was on the verge of signing a deal with the Trump administration. It would have banned all masked protests on campus, restructured the University Senate, and created a committee to oversee University reforms. But at the critical moment when Columbia was about to sign, Harvard publicly stood up to the White House. Columbia decided that it could not capitulate to the Trump admin

Reckoning with the large, the small, and the good life.  By Evan Rossi Illustration by Isabelle Oh On a gloomy October night in the heart of St. Paul’s Chapel, four musicians handling a violin, cello, clarinet, and piano attempted to conjure the end of time. The theme of the concert was spiritual music, and the quartet had decided on Quartet for the End of Time composed by Olivier Messiaen. Conceived inside a German prisoner-of-war camp, the eight-movement work is a figurativ

And they’re playing marches for the conquer’d and slain souls . By Abby Owens Illustration by Selin Ho A group of five or six 20-somethings stand before the crowd, swinging their arms in ape-like motion, hopping from one foot to the other like sumo wrestlers with no opponent but themselves. They begin violently do-si-do0-ing. Some members of the audience don’t know what the hell to make of it. One girl disentangles herself from another. Her face has gone red and she’s flaring

Traversing the horror of the domestic sphere.  By Caroline Nieto Illustration by Isabelle Oh Eleanor Johnson is a professor of English and Comparative Literature and the author of four books, the most recent of which, Scream With Me: Horror Films and The Rise of American Feminism , was published just last month, on September 30th. Throughout her time at Columbia, Johnson has taught about the earliest depictions of horror in popular literature, specifically in her course “Hist

A healthcare horror story. By Iris Eisenman Illustration by Isabelle Oh On a dark and stormy night, a Barnard freshman takes the treacherous journey across the vast expanse of Broadway. Every step is a gamble in her pink fuzzy slippers on the slick brick paving. Nevertheless, she persists, midnight munchies guiding her path. Will she ever arrive at JJ’s pearly gates? It is possible that no woman has ever walked this far. Shuffling past the half-living spirits floating in the

The Song of Sigaween . By Schuyler Daffey Illustration by Isabelle Oh Sing to me, O Muse , of that night of horrors, of the perilous pregames and dastardly downtown frat events endured by our heroine this All Hallows Eve. Sing of the many foes encountered, the vast sums of money spent on tickets, the mystery bruises that bloomed overnight on our heroine’s ankles. 9:47 p.m.:   Sing to me,  as our heroine heads to the pregame 30 minutes behind schedule. Once there, she realizes

By The Blue & White Staff Illustration by Isabelle Oh Goldfish Have Teeth Every Friday after school Tim ushered the family into his bedroom to take our pick from the pet shelter. He presented his stuffed animals to us in a row, sometimes sorted by genus, other times by temperament, but never without some organizing principle. If my gaze lingered for more than a second, Tim would wrap his sticky kid fingers around mine until I was firmly grasping the adoption leash, still coa

An infiltration of driverless cars. By Isabelle Oh Illustration by Isabelle Oh My first Waymo encounter was somewhere in my neighborhood...