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“Peace, Peace”: Belated Reflections on a Dubious Reconciliation


This past February, the prolonged controversy between Wheaton College and Dr. Larycia Hawkins reached its formal conclusion. The end of the months-long controversy was marked by a series of significant events. Over the course of a whirlwind week, the Provost released a very public “apology” that derailed Dr. Hawkins’s review by a committee of her peers; the College announced that Dr. Hawkins would not be returning; the President announced that a so-called “reconciliation service” would be held; and the Chaplain presided over the service. It was shortly after these events that I penned the following piece, entitled “‘Peace, Peace’: Reflections on a Dubious Reconciliation.”

For a long time, I refrained from publishing the piece because of doubts over its enduring importance. It seemed that the discussion about the controversy that led to Dr. Hawkins’ effective removal from Wheaton College had faded into the background, or, at the very least, out of the public eye. At any rate, none of what I had to say could have changed the material situation. Dr. Hawkins was gone from Wheaton College, and she wasn’t coming back. Read More


Who’s Speaking?

In the 2016 spring semester, there were forty-four chapels. The schedule, provided by the chaplain’s office, named thirty-three speakers. Only five were women. I was not surprised. After attending chapel for five semesters, I knew this as the norm. But during my sixth semester, I… Read More

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Gender and Turbo Kick

Victoria, the group fitness instructor, leads a hip rotation movement in the middle of an ab routine she created. I am the only regularly attending male in the primarily female Turbo Kick class of 25-35 participants. I focus on my core muscles while rotating my… Read More

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Valuing Linguistic Diversity

When I first moved to the United States as a second grader, I knew three words of English: “one,” “two,” and “three.” By the time ninth grade rolled around, I knew three words of my native language, Bahasa Indonesia: “satu,” “dua,” and “tiga.” As immigrants,… Read More