Racist, misogynistic, idiotic, corrupt, conniving, demonic. These are just a sampling of the colorful adjectives I’ve heard used to describe the major party nominees for president of one of the oldest and most powerful democracies on the planet.
Numerous buildings on campus honor presidents who created this university, including Henry Tappan, James Angell, Harlan Hatcher, Harold Shapiro and James Duderstadt. Others commemorate donors including William Cook, Horace Rackham, Stephen Ross and Alfred Taubman.
A month ago, a guy at a party turned to me and said, “I don’t know your name, so I’m going to call you sugar tits.” Just three weeks ago, a recording of Donald Trump lauding his power to grab women “by the pussy” surfaced.
Seeing the classic call me when you get a sec text from my stepdad Tuesday morning, I knew my day was about to get much worse. Walking out of East Hall to a quiet place to call him back felt like a lifetime.
I had a delightfully cranky calculus teacher in high school. He had been teaching mathematics for a long time and he loved his job, partly because he enjoyed watching his students squirm in their seats.