{"id":81717,"date":"2015-12-08T21:49:22","date_gmt":"2015-12-09T05:49:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=81717"},"modified":"2015-12-09T07:49:15","modified_gmt":"2015-12-09T15:49:15","slug":"steve-sailer-what-of-shrieking-coeds-of-the-black-autumn-are-lesbians-like-this-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=81717","title":{"rendered":"Steve Sailer: What % of shrieking coeds of the Black Autumn are lesbians?"},"content":{"rendered":"

A black woman writes<\/a>: I tend to chalk up my ambivalence about Princeton to my experience as a lower-middle-class black woman on campus. It felt like the expectations of the university were constantly shifting goalposts that I could never hope to meet. My introductory-level science instructors would grant me extensions when I was sick from stress, but then my freshman adviser would admit that he purposely told me to sign up for too many classes in a semester because he wanted to weed me out of premedical studies. I shared that adviser with many students, and from what I heard the only ones who received such treatment were minorities.<\/p>\n

The university paid for me to go home during an internship to attend my uncle’s funeral, but then my department head essentially told me to get over it when I told him that grieving the deaths of my pastor, uncle, and aunt in one year was making it difficult to cope. Based on his response, it seemed impossible for him to believe that a student could have a pastor gunned down in a robbery, an uncle murdered, and an aunt who died of untreated cancer all in one year. He seemed to think that I was making up tragedies in order to get out of classwork or to cover up academic inadequacies. To me, it seemed that since he had never experienced a life that was so frequently beset by setbacks, he couldn’t empathize with a student who came from a background where these things happen, maybe not with regularity, but with relative frequency.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A black woman writes: I tend to chalk up my ambivalence about Princeton to my experience as a lower-middle-class black woman on campus. It felt like the expectations of the university were constantly shifting goalposts that I could never hope … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-81717","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blacks"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t