Anthony Kennedy Just Retired From the Supreme Court (FYI: That’s a Really Big Deal)

At the end of the Supreme Court’s current session, longtime Associate Justice Anthony Kennedy announced his retirement from the nation’s highest court. Kennedy was appointed during the Reagan administration. The magnitude of this retirement cannot be understated. CNN’s senior legal analyst Jeffrey Toobin tweeted out after the announcement that “abortion will be illegal in twenty states in 18 months.”

A National Disgrace: Thoughts on Immigration Policies

Imagine you’re a refugee, or an immigrant, living in the United States. You work hard every day, delivering food so that you can make enough money to provide for your family, something I think most Americans can relate to. One day, you get a call to deliver food to a place you’ve gone to many times before. When you arrive however, they ask to see I.D. You can’t provide what they are asking for , you’re arrested.

Looby Loob Doo And The Mystery of The Free Speech Publication

I’ve been thinking about how to start this article for years. I don’t mean that as hyperbole. The first time I read a deadit I was a freshmen and the editor for the News section. I’d spent months reading articles about depressing news all over the world and nothing hit my heart quite as hard as raw emotion poured into these articles. I was nervous that I would never be quite as devoted as the staff writing these articles. Then the months went by and I fell in love with the paper and eventually the day came where I had to give up being a co-editor chief (shout out to all my incredible co-editors through the years, but especially actual real-life talented journalist, Luis motherfucking Gomez), leaving the paper felt like tearing a piece out of my heart. I haven’t come back to the print shop since I turned the lights off on my last day. I don’t know if I could ever take another last time in that place.

Declan is About to Get Mo’ Bounce’d in Real Life

How did I get started with the paper? The same way I did everything at Fordham: chaotically, and with little planning involved. Like many of you, I scrambled to sign up for and try every club I could as a freshman. I remember being enticed by the weird but welcoming energy of the paper, like some avant-garde collective pulled from the pages of a Jack Kerouac novel. My interest was always casual – I was far too inexperienced at Photoshop to help on any design issues, so I slowly worked my way in through Earwax reviews and the occasional op-ed.