05 Jul 2019

Most Students These Days Keep Their Heads Down

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Sahil Handa, an intelligent young undergraduate, reports from the front-lines of the Snowflake Revolution at Harvard.

Much of the debate about campus culture would have you believe that the average college student is hellbent on tearing down the patriarchy. One wakes up in the morning, wallows in grievance, and proceeds to spend the day railing against the evils of privilege.

I attend Harvard University, one of the places most associated with such snowflakery. I also happen to be a brown British student who wears colorful Hawaiian shirts, dances to techno, acts in undergraduate theater, and listens to jazz. I say this not to brandish my victimhood credentials, nor to make any claims to artistic ability — I say it because these facts get me invited into liberal social circles that, unfortunately, most conservative commentators do not.

So, is the description accurate? In my experience, not particularly. I’d say it describes roughly 5 percent of the undergraduate population — a few hundred or so social-justice warriors who consider their mere survival on Harvard’s campus to be a form of triumphalist activism. These woke icons are overwhelmingly middle class, incredibly entitled, and extraordinarily outspoken. They respond to any virtue signal with finger snaps and use the word “problematic” in every other sentence. They see themselves as engaged in a perpetual war against a white, male, neoliberal blob — wrong opinions must be canceled, and insufficiently woke speakers ruined. Trump supporters are too far gone to bother persuading.

But most students do not subscribe to the madness. Contrarian conservatives repudiate it and find sanctuary in the Republican Club. Others are too focused on studying and partying to care. The majority stay silent and air their concerns in private, so that they won’t be forced to bear the inevitable social cost.


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Seeing that picture brought back memories. I jokingly tell people I went to Harvard. I was 18 in 1961 and lived just a hop, skip and a jump from Harvard. We would drive there on a Friday or Saturday evening, park on Marlboro St. and walk past the many 5 story walk-ups there. When we heard a party going on we would join in. We would wear khakis, penny, loafers and a navy blue sports jacket and looked like one of the better dressed Harvard students. Met a few girls along the way. They didn’t do one night stands back in the early 60’s just making out and heavy petting at best. Mostly just good fun with a beer or two thrown in.


Unfortunately that 5% will worm their way into the big offices due to the Harvard logo on their undies and spread degeneracy across the land.

The other 95% will wonder why they can’t get a “real” job. “Harvard? Yuck!” I know what you are!”

The silent always get plowed under.


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