Voices

Voices is the Op-Ed and personal essay section of The Georgetown Voice. It features the real narratives of diverse students from nearly every corner on campus, seeking to tell some of the incredibly important and yet oft-unheard stories that affect life in and out of Georgetown.

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Ode to life

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

By the November 14, 2002

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Darn-all the bathrooms

I am a simple man. Although I have the relative good fortune of living in the wealthiest state in the world and occupy a position of seemingly infinite upward mobility, my needs and desires are few. I have no use for the highly coveted bling- bling of Lexuses, flashy jewelry, high-powered video game machines or even fine dining at the District’s various five-star restaurants, though my financial station and societal privilege may one day entitle me to these things.

By the November 14, 2002

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Sunday Night Syndrome exposed

Mornings are my favorite time of day because the endless possibilities of life are upon me. I relish my first cup of coffee and sing out with the morning birds about the hopefulness that each new day brings. As the morning drifts into the afternoon and the sun moves across the sky, a sense of foreboding comes over me as I realize that the night is fast approaching.

By the November 14, 2002

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‘Gonna make you sweat, bay-bee!’

“You have a sweating problem, Peter,” one of my friends told me a few weeks ago while recounting a list of my flaws. I could not disagree. While a sweat problem is better than, say, a smack problem or a child-molesting problem, it’s still an issue. I should clarify.

By the November 7, 2002

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Letter to the Editor

Georgetown University has a secret court system on campus that adjudicates crimes as serious as rape and murder. While they describe it as an “educational system” that doesn’t function as a substitute for a court of law, the reality is that it does.

For some crime victims, like rape victim Kate Dieringer, who spoke out in the Voice (“The girl who whimpered rape,” Oct.

By the November 7, 2002

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The struggle for art in a corporate world

Langa is a black township on the outskirts of Cape Town, South Africa. Driving into the township, coming off the exit ramp from the N2, you are greeted by a sign. A large billboard advertising Coca-Cola (certainly not a unique image in the iconographic landscape of South Africa) underlines the phrase “Welcome to Langa.

By the November 7, 2002

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The forgotten people

The Palestinian-Israeli crisis is arguably the most divisive, hotly contested conflict of the last half-century. Centered on land sacred to Christianity, Judaism and Islam, the conflict has immense political and religious consequences and interests at stake.

By the November 7, 2002

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You have no idea how tired I am

First of all: I am tired. I am true of heart! And also: You are tired. You are true of heart! ?Dave Eggers, at the beginning of his book A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius Now: I have never been so tired. You have no idea how tired I am. I truly hope you are not as tired as I am.

By the October 31, 2002

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Taking back my life

As my voice rang out that cold, breezy night in November two years ago, my hands shook and my mind filled with images of a similar evening four years past. The entire time I spoke I felt completely removed from myself? as though I were listening with the crowd of hundreds, not speaking to them.

By the October 31, 2002

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Letter to the Editor

In a recent article on protests over Iraq, it was mentioned that College Republicans were hanging up “pro-war” posters in response to anti-war demonstrators. This characterization is indicative of the kind of malicious stereotypes that pass for the truth about about conservatives at Georgetown.

By the October 31, 2002

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I fought the law …

At first I lied to my mother. She asked whether or not I had been arrested at the International Monetary Fund and World Bank demonstrations last month, and how could I straight up tell her the truth? After a miserable 26 hours handcuffed in the custody of the D.

By the October 31, 2002

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Sexy Girl Scouts and bacon bits

Though some of us believe we are too old or too cool to still dress up, hot-pants Heidi and S&M Spiderwoman were already defying the norm of preppiness at the Guards last Saturday. Many more young women will freeze radiantly beneath pink wigs, feather boas, fish nets, fake eyelashes and little else Thursday through Saturday.

By the October 31, 2002

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Set your tazers to deep fry

If you’re anything like me, you’re probably a radical, right-wing gun-collector with a penchant for kinky bondage-style sex and a harrowing addiction to whippets. You probably also go to a fair number of concerts, which is a little closer to what I actually want to talk about.

By the October 31, 2002

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A two-state solution

As an incoming first-year student at Georgetown and an active Israel supporter, I had heard a lot about the debate over the Israel issue on campus. The things I had heard labeled Georgetown an anti-Israel campus and even anti-Jewish in some respects. As such, I was nervous when I arrived on campus, but I was equally eager to get involved with Georgetown’s pro-Israel and Jewish student groups.

By the October 31, 2002

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A plum village of the mind (more clich?s)

Early October, the south of France. I lay languidly, rocking from side to side in my hammock, the Mediterranean sun streaking through the dense foliage, a gentle breeze gusting through the vineyards, carrying the smell of fresh figs and the last remnants of late morning mist.

By the October 24, 2002

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A good walk ruined

What would you call a person who took delight in whacking a tiny spherical object hundreds of yards toward a barely-visible goal? To make things more interesting, imagine that the ball had to be no more than 1.680 inches in diameter, couldn’t weigh more than 45.

By the October 24, 2002

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The girl who whimpered rape

We enter an apartment; why are we alone? After this my memory is muddled, hazy. I vividly see myself entering the doorway. My smile fades, I feel frightened. Through a cloud of alcohol … he is on top of me. I open and close my eyes, lethargic and sedated.

By the October 24, 2002

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Correction

The Georgetown Voice takes mistakes seriously. We will correct all mistakes of fact in our stories and publish appropriate clarifications as soon as possible. “Students participate in death penalty awareness,” which appeared in the Oct. 17 issue of the Voice, incorrectly referred to the speaker at “Live from Death Row,” as a pardoned death row inmate.

By the October 24, 2002

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The Manassas diaries

There were four of us that early Monday morn, four sad bastards facing futures without certainty. There was Redding, the erstwhile philosophy student from Georgia who owned one too many scarves. There was Mike, a sexual deviant from Arizona with a quick wit and a goatee.

By the October 17, 2002

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Letter to the Editor

I read with interest your editorial “Time to ask and tell” (Oct. 10, 2002). There are real costs to integrating the openly gay into the ranks. This is not to say that those costs may not be worthy of the goal, but let’s fully understand the ramifications of what you are advocating.

By the October 17, 2002