My Writing Students Were Arrested at Columbia. Their Voices Have Never Been More Essential
Briefly

I'm just trying to get home, I said. We were forced to walk back the way we came from and circle around from another block. Luckily, our building has an entrance through the bodega in the basement. This is how I took my daughter up to her room and sent her to bed.
Security guards asked whether I was really faculty; I had already swiped my faculty badge that should have confirmed my identity. They asked to take my badge, then they said I hadn't swiped it, which I had, two seconds earlier, as they watched. They said their professors had never brought food to them before. I didn't know what to say to thisI'm sorry that your professors never brought you food? They called someone and told them the number on my badge. Finally, they were forced to let me through. They said again that their professors had never brought them food.
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