My story always begins with, “My grandfather, my Zayde, was a Holocaust survivor.” Sometimes I am embarrassed by how salient that fact is to my identity. I have often pondered how strange it is to have an identity rooted in tragedy.
On Feb. 1, the University of Michigan made effective a new policy requiring faculty, staff, student employees, volunteers and visiting scholars to disclose if they are charged with or convicted of a felony.
Ian Robinson and Daniel Birchock on behalf of the One University Campaign Steering Committee
It was with great disappointment that we read University President Mark Schlissel’s interview with The Michigan Daily, published on March 11 under the headline “Schlissel: ‘We are very much a confederation of thr
When asked about my experience with the active shooter scare last Saturday, I compress it into a few sentences: My roommate and I were in the Diag for the vigil. We got separated and had no way of contacting one another. We both spent two hours wondering if the other had been shot.
J was napping on a couch in East Quad when he was approached by a University of Michigan police officer and asked to leave. The officer and the residential staff thought that he was experiencing homelessness because of the way he was dressed.
I was sitting with my two best friends in a dorm room, laughing after an afternoon of St. Patrick’s Day celebrations, when one of us received the first text from a friend. “There’s an active shooter in Mason Hall,” he said to me.