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We Are Not a One-Man Band: A response to “When The Trumpet Sounds”

Having a conversation about race, especially in the United States of America, especially at Colorado College, is like walking a maze of high-altitude tightropes in high heels, back and forth, this way and that, while balancing bowling balls on the tip of your nose and singing “God Save the Queen.” There are so many perspectives to account for, and so many nuances of language.

There is a thin line of politically correct ways of speaking and an even thinner line of politically correct topics. The thinnest line of all, however, is the hairline reserved for permissible speakers, people who are allowed in predesignated spaces to voice their dialogical considerations.