The Daily Princetonian
Thursday november 10, 2016
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WORDS, WORDS, WORDS
STREET contributor Lyric Perot ‘20 leads this week’s theme “speech,” with a personal anecdote about language.
That’s Spanish to Me: Learning to Become Multi-Lingual LYRIC PEROT Contributor ‘20
I have never been much of a listener. So when I moved to the Netherlands, as a child it didn’t bother me that I couldn’t understand the adults I passed by on the street. At the age of four, the concept of language hadn’t really sunk in yet. As we flitted around the market before my first days at school, the sounds of another language filled my ears, but no meaning was carried with them. In the voracious and radiant world of a four-year-old, words were an irrelevant factor. Instead of listening, I watched people’s movements as they talked. I saw a woman gesture angrily to a box full of apricots as the stall owner shrank back, slightly alarmed, desperately searching the market for someone rescue him. I wondered whether he was getting in trouble for doing something wrong, and wished I could tell him usually, when you say sorry, things become okay again. But in my little bubble of English, it felt like I wasn’t really a part of this world, like I was just watching a movie, and that soon everything would go back to normal; people would make sense again. My first day of school was about as exciting as I had always imagined Disney World to be. There were so many new sites and sounds to take in. Not only was it my first year of
“real” school, which meant I would be in the same building as both of my older siblings, but there was also a whole sea of new faces for me to look and (more importantly) smile at. As the youngest in my family, I was tired of always playing with my siblings’ friends, and desperately desired to have my own. When the doors of the classroom opened, and my parents began a much too in-depth conversation for me to follow with my soon-to-beteacher, I pried my hand loose from my mom’s and ran over to the other kids. Immediately, I began chattering away in English to them, as they giggled and responded in a foreign language. It was an interaction distinct to the childhood experience; all of us constantly confused, but not caring in the slightest. Upon my return from school that afternoon, as I preoccupied myself with my brother’s new toy, my parents anxiously asked me how my first day of school had been. Without glancing up from the little plastic car my brother received from a classmate, I chatted happily about the new friends I had made and the games we played together. Pausing RITA FANG :: GRAPHICS EDITOR slightly before looking up, the little grey car still in my hands, I told Photographs and writing of students displayed on the walls of the Field Center. them, “I had fun playing. But all the other kids keep speaking Spanish used another language, Dutch. Since my mom attempted teaching to me!” With a glance at each other But to four-year-old me, only us Spanish by having us repeat uno, and slight smiles on their faces, two languages existed. There was dos, tres over and over again, Spanmy parents gently corrected me, ex- English and there was everything ish was the only other language I plaining that in this country they I couldn’t understand — Spanish. had been exposed to.
I never really realized a moment when the ‘Spanish’ became Dutch, and the Dutch became understandable, and the world of foreign languages opened up for me. Gradually, the English that I rattled off to the other kids in school was riddled with Dutch words that they could understand, and my English at home was dotted with eccentricities and Dutch vocabulary. The first word I learned from school, poppen, or dolls, soon became a staple word in my life. I would repeatedly tell my parents that I needed to tuck my poppen into bed at night, or bring my poppen with me to school. The line that had been so clear to me before, the one that kept me safe in a bubble of English while the rest of the world tumbled around me in Dutch, slowly faded away. I started to realize that my English, which I thought I knew so well, was sometimes intelligible, and my Dutch was slowly passing as native. Three months into living in the Netherlands, my parents approached me again, and inquired if I had learned Dutch yet- fully aware of the good reports from my teachers who said that I was quickly becoming fluent. Furrowing my eyebrows together slightly, unaware that I had been learning Dutch the whole time, I looked at them and responded, “No,” before declaring, “but all the other kids have learned English.”
COLUMN: A Brief Overview of “Freedom of Speech” on the University’s Campus ANNA WOLCKE Contributor ‘20
“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” – George Orwell The first amendment of the American constitution acknowledges freedom of speech as an unalienable right; a right that is fundamental to the functioning of a democratic society. According to this amendment, the government is prohibited from creating laws that suppress the people’s right to freedom of speech. What does ‘freedom of speech’ mean in a university like Princeton, which prides itself for its diversityencompassing not only culture and origin, but also thought and opinion. Moreover, how has the university upheld this right? According to University-wide Regulations, “Actions which make the atmosphere intimidating, threatening, or hostile to individuals are therefore regarded as serious offenses. Abusive or harassing behavior, verbal or physical, which demeans, intimidates, threatens, or injures another because of personal characteristics or beliefs or their expression, is subject to University disciplinary sanctions.” When Harris and Slivergate sent a letter to former President Tilghman, of the university, she denied Princeton’s policies as being restrictive and noted that no students had ever complained about them- that is up until this point. Therefore,
COURTESY OF ARCHIVING STUDENT ACTIVISM AT PRINCETON (ASAP)
Photo depicts the Nassau Hall protest in April 1978 against investment in South Africa during Apartheid.
as Harris and Silvergate argue, the university represents a standing that can be summarized as “[we] believe in free speech, but…” According to them, the omission of the administration ref lected a “more profound decision to avoid the problem.” Silvergate went on to found FIRE, an organization that Harris is also a part of which is dedicated to defending American liberties on behalf of university students. FIRE gave Princeton a red speech code rating. According to their website, this speech code signifies that a university “has at least one policy that both clearly and substantially restricts freedom of speech.” In the description of this rating, the site details five other policies from the sexual discrimination and technology policies of university regula-
tion that hinder freedom of speech. Although the founding of FIRE only dates back to 1999, issues of freedom of speech amongst the student population existed through forms of student activism. According to a PAW historical timeline of student activism, in 1969 about 100 students protested against Princeton’s investments in South Africa in 1969, by demonstrating outside of New South for more than 11 hours. Following this event, five students were put on disciplinary probation, and ten students were charged with “violating the University’s policy on protests.” Furthermore, when more than 200 students occupied and made a blockade of Nassau Hall for 28 hours, 88 demonstrators were arrested and given a warning for violating university regulations. However, in 1984, Eric Frey ‘85
wrote an article entitled ‘feelings of isolation cause student apathy on campus.’ Frey writes, “activism requires a special social atmosphere which is often lacking at Princeton. On the surface the campus appears to be the perfect place to establish friendships and find cliques. But, particularly around exam periods, it is impossible not to notice what a frighteningly isolating place this university can be for many people.” Moreover, in 1988, a new organization named the Students for Social Responsibility emerged on campus as a group that took radical approaches to campus and national issues. As noted in an article from the Daily Prince, a history lecturer Louis Rose GS ‘80 who participated regularly in SSR meetings, commented that Princeton “is a conservative
place. It tends to train students to go out into the world and serve those institutions of power which maintain the current situation in this country.” More recently, according to PAW, issues of freedom of speech emerged when a student group named the Urban Congo posted videos of them drumming while wearing loincloths and face paint. This event, which occurred in 2015, was responded to with comments on Yik Yak that singled out students who had been offended by the video and stated that “students who thought Princeton was unwelcoming or racist simply should leave.” At the time, when President Eisgruber ‘83 called for a gathering in the chapel, at least a dozen students stood up and turned their backs on him while he spoke, because “students had felt Eisgruber’s initial invitation did not sufficiently address how the events on campus had created a hostile climate for many minority students.” Although Princeton did not respond to recent protests by the Black Justice League in 2015 with any punishments, the resulting conversation on campus, and creation of the Princeton Open Campus Coalition reveal that the tension between respectful conversation and freedom of speech continues to be a polemic topic on our campus. While it is largely agreed upon that maintaining respect on campus is of utmost importance, whether or not this is a serious infringement on students’ rights is a question we each have to answer for ourselves.