Waking in the Cold

Harvard, Cancel Culture, and Narrowing Possibilities in America

I. Doubts Come in Grey

On winter mornings over the 2 years I spent in graduate school, I often awoke to a greyness common in Boston. Within the dorm, which had all the charm of Soviet-era tenements, a singular, destitute corner window provided the morning light. When it seeped through on the coldest mornings in February and I lacked the motivation to rise, I would bow my knees out to the sides so my feet didn’t hang off the mattress, and nap there a…