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Racism alive but subtle at Queen’s

In her first week at Queen’s, Toni Akinwumi was approached by an intoxicated female student who said, “Oh my God, there’s a black chick. Oh my God, that’s crazy. I have no black friends — be
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Youthful awakenings

A review of QMT's Spring Awakening.Continue...

Fighting for fat

Queen's students, Margaret Donahoe and Gillian Good, premiered their short film Fat at this year's TIFF Student Showcase on May 26.Continue...

Board of Trustees approves new draft of sexual violence policy

On April 17, the Board of Trustees approved a new draft of the University’s sexual violence policy, marking its first revision since its implementation in 2016. The scope of the revisions are wide, ranging from altered definitions to complete overhauls of protocol.Continue...

Cutting tuition wouldn’t translate to more affordable education

While on the surface free tuition for all post-secondary students seems like a progressive change, as a whole, it wouldn’t make a difference in the overall quality of education at Canadian universities.Continue...

Kingston residents deserve transparent cannabis rules

Hazy cannabis regulation means Kingston residents and students can’t be expected to follow unclear rules.Continue...

Street party ticketing will send students to court

Students ticketed in the University District during major street party periods will now wind up in front of a judge and be subject to Non-Academic Misconduct (NAM).Continue...

Former senior fellow sues Queen's over faculty appointment

In an ongoing lawsuit, a former senior fellow at the Canadian Cancer Trials Group (CCTG) is suing Queen’s for an alleged breach of contract, according to court fillings obtained by The Journal .Continue...

Poor attention span for issues on campus

Hey Queen’s, I think it’s time we talk about our attention span issue. In the past year alone, we’ve forgotten an unacceptable number of incidents that at one point were major sources of disappointment or outrage.Continue...

Five hundred and eighty eight days

Early last week as I walked through the University District on move-in day, I began noticing bedsheets hanging from my peers’ houses. With obscene phrases and degrading messages on the signs, I was brought back to 588 days ago.

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