The night of November 24, 2014, I was 3,000 miles away from home. I’d had the Guardian Liveblog of the Ferguson Grand Jury proceedings up, and I contemplated powering through the night, despite my 8am class the next morning. But I fell asleep. Even knowing how the movie would end, I woke up the morning of November 25 hurting. All day, on the metro on my way to class, then back home upon discovering that class had been cancelled, I fought tears. If I wept on […]
It was only when I started exploring jazz that I truly realized the importance of active listening. After countless failed solos, it struck me that the fine line between music and noise lay in listening to what the other band members were playing. Only then could the tune, the “conversation,” ensue. But despite my love for jazz, I realized upon starting law school that active listening, as a law student (and one in New York City), was not always that easy. Amid the sirens, the garbage trucks, the angry commuters in the streets, […]
The job search had been over for months for Naz Ahmad, a 2014 graduate going…
There we sat, discussing that in New Jersey a simple thrust satisfies the force element. My professor even provided a perfect opening regarding the problem of sexual assault on college campuses, and I sat silently. But so did everyone else.
The idea to create the Morningside Muckraker began in Professor Sturm’s Lawyering for Social and Institutional Change class during my 2L year. The law school was our case study and as we discussed various initiatives already taking place or that we hoped would take place at the school, I suggested that they would all be helped by a space dedicated to facilitating constructive dialogue among students, faculty, administrators and alumni about the issues that mattered to these different CLS stakeholders.
“All I wanted was some cash to live on. But guess what happened when my case was weighed on the scales of so called justice?” Most in the group mouthed the word “nothing” to Farwell’s rhetorical question. However, Ms. Palsgraf, sitting cross-legged in the third row, was still shuddering violently at the mention of scales.