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mensfactory · 27 days
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New School Edition 1964 Land Cruiser FJ44
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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 3 months
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By Snejana Farberov and Ronny Reyes
An NYU adjunct professor and firebrand pro-Palestinian activist told a group of students at a recent “teach-in” that allegations that Hamas beheaded Israeli babies were “not true” — and denounced New York City as “Zionist,” according to a video from the event.
Amin Husain, 48, led a foul-mouthed discussion about the war in Israel at The New School, organized by the radical group Students for Justice in Palestine, on Dec. 5, during which he defended the Palestinians’ right to fight for their liberation — and played down claims of Hamas atrocities.
“They’re trying to say … ‘Oh my God, you support rapists and people that behead babies,’ both of which, whatever, we know it’s not true,” Husain says in a 2-minute clip taken from the livestream of the event that was first obtained by the Free Press.
The professor’s claims sparked outrage in the local and international Jewish community regarding the growing incidents of antisemitism in NYU and US college campuses. 
Roz Rothstein, co-founder and CEO of StandWithUs — an international nonpartisan education group that supports Israel and fights antisemitism — said Husain’s comments were anti-Jewish and condemned any school that would hire him. 
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5NYU adjunct professor Amin Husain is seen in a video during a “teach-in” at The New School on Dec. 5.
“Shame on this professor for collaborating with the internationally recognized terrorist group, Hamas, by denying the documented rapes, beheadings, kidnappings and murders of over 1400 human beings,” Rothstein said in a statement to The Post. “He is harming civil society by promoting lies and justifying barbaric attacks against the Jewish people, and by being proud of being called an antisemite, which he is. 
“It is deeply concerning and unfortunate that any academic institution would have such dangerous staff serving as role models,” he added.  
Eitan Gutenmacher, 21, a Jewish student at NYU’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study where Husain taught, said he was horrified by the professor’s statements but not surprised. 
Gutenmacher, leader of the New Zionist Congress nonprofit group, said Husain has been notorious at the Gallatin School for his antisemitic views, adding that Jewish students know not to take any of his classes. 
“He’s proud of being called an antisemite and it’s extremely concerning to see that in a seemingly progressive liberal arts college,” Gutenmacher said. 
In the recording, Husain, a part-time faculty member of NYU’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study, is seen seated behind a desk, wearing a traditional Arabic keffiyeh headdress and facing his audience.
“We live in a Zionist city,” Husain proclaims. “Let’s be f—ing real … these people can come up and say because of keffiyeh, you should go back to your country.”
One of the students chimes in: “We’re trying.”
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cuwalli · 4 months
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"WOW"
I'm Cuwalli and this is my household cleaning product, ✨️ Spritz ✨️
Yet another AMAZING tattoo put on me by the incredible Lee Dandy! Please go check out their Instagram and give them a follow, if you can! 🙏 And if you're in Richmond, they're here for 2 more days over at Unkindness Art!
I just couldn't say no to getting ✨️the boy✨️ somewhere on me. I love him way too much. Pictures don't do him justice at all.
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white-flwrs · 3 months
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my new school has a peaceful quiet library, i can def imagine myself staying here after school to catch up on homework and lectures 🤎🤎
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luciidlynx · 2 months
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vaguely new school atrox!!
@creaturefeaster :b
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aring-king-king · 9 months
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Sherlock Holmes
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fullsunisms · 2 years
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↳ everywhere i go bring the beatbox
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hiii idk u but im also goin to a new school!!! it's rlly fun and one of my friends got me into kandi-making
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My clazz 1z rlly n1c3!! And 1 actually f1nally f33l zaf3 g01ng thr0ugh th3 zk00l hallwayz :PP
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mrsoulstice · 3 months
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Aretha Franklin-One step Ahead
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x-heesy · 17 days
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G҉ l҉ i҉ t҉ c҉ h҉  m҉ y҉  L҉ i҉ f҉ e҉ 
nEw GoD oF fUcK bY dOn YeLlOw @len0r
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charliethinks · 7 months
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tomorrow i start school. i’m scared.
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slimylayne · 6 months
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Lil heart for Saira!
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emstefani · 3 months
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Obsessed with this design I saw at Walmart.
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sincerely-angel1 · 3 months
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Monday, January 22, 2024
I never understood what “feeling alone in a crowd” meant until I moved to [SCHOOL]. It doesn’t mean just being surrounded by strangers, no, it’s a peculiar kind of isolation that goes beyond that.
It means more than navigating the sea of unfamiliar faces. It’s the realization that you’re a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit into the bigger picture.
In a town where everyone seems to know everyone else, I��m the odd one out, just a newcomer grappling with the unspoken rules of “belonging”.
The bustling hallways became a backdrop to my own solitude.
In this town, feeling alone in a crowd, means standing at the epicenter of social whirlwind, and feeling like a mere spectator. It’s a nuanced emotion, one that goes beyond the absence of familiar faces, highlighting the struggle to find your place in a community that already has its dynamics well established.
You know?
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chaotic-orphan · 11 months
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Academic Whump
Because why not? >:)
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Academic Rival looked hero up and down, gaze like shattered glass cutting into hero. Hero knew if Rival could draw blood with their stare, Hero would be bleeding out on the ground right now.
“It’s a good thing you’re pretty, Hero,” Rival said stepping closer. Hero stepped back, back hitting the wall with a stifled gasp huffed out their nose as they tried to not look intimidated by Rival. “God knows your poor brain can barely scrape by.”
“Still sore about Professor Sagacious’s apprenticeship? Honestly, Rival. I’d say jealousy looks good on you, but I know how much you hate liars.”
Rival flashed a toothy grin. That was all Hero saw before the wind was knocked out of them and they were bent double, looking at the hardwood floor and gasping lungfuls of air. Rival grabbed them by the collar of their shirt and righted Hero against the wall.
When Hero was righted, Rival smirked at them. “Oh I’m sorry, Hero. You okay there?”
Hero narrowed their eyes a fraction, the air reaching their lungs better now that they were standing. They opened their mouth to reply, but Rival pressed their forearm across Hero’s chest pinning them against the wall. When Hero tried to push forward, Rival twisted their body and their elbow dug into Hero’s collarbone painfully.
“Always knew you were more brawn than brain,” Hero said with a breath. Rival flashed their toothy grin that promised pain. It came in the form of a closed fist angling an uppercut to Hero’s nose. Hero’s head slammed against the wall with the force of it and they cried out as warm blood gushed down their nose passed their lips and onto their chin.
“Motherfucker!” Hero hissed. Rival leaned in close and grabbed Hero’s cheeks in one hand, grip pinching and bruising and Hero realised slow, painfully slow that they couldn’t fight back. Their arms pinned useless under Rival’s weight holding them against the wall. Rival leaned in closer, Hero swallowed hard, trying to get their face away from them but they couldn’t go anywhere.
Was Rival about to kiss them? Like this? Hero didn’t want it. Their heart pounded against their chest as Rival stuck out their tongue and licked the blood from Hero’s chin up their lips and stopped at Hero’s upper lip.
Somehow that felt worse than if Rival would have just kissed them. A shudder ran down Hero’s spine when Rival pulled back, their tongue painted with Hero’s blood and they wanted to be sick.
“Red is your colour, Hero. You look so cute when you’re utterly powerless against me,” Rival said releasing Hero’s cheeks and leaning their lips closer to Hero’s ears and they whispered: “but you’d look absolutely stunning under me.”
Something instinctual snapped like a rubber band in Hero and suddenly they were aware of everything in their body. Their hands. Their breath. Their blood drumming in their ears. They world was starting to cave in and get bigger all at once. They had to get out of here.
“Rival. Is there a reason you’re keeping my lab partner against the wall?”
Hero’s wide eyes went to Nemesis who stood at the top of the stairs. Rival looked up too and grinned, but they stepped away from Hero, looking at Hero still they said to Nemesis: “no reason, no. I was just getting to know the new genius in town.”
Nemesis was descending the stairs slowly looking between the two, hands languidly resting in their trouser pockets. Their permanent glare on Rival, and then when they looked at Hero it seemed as if their eye’s softened a fraction.
But Nemesis hated Hero, they would never feel sorry for them.
“Well don’t get caught. For whatever reason, Headmaster Argute is rather fond of the resident idiot.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Hero ground out and Nemesis’s cool, grey eyes shot a deadpan look at Hero.
“You risked your life to save a plebeian from the noose,” Nemesis said, voice measured with every word. That was all they said, however, and Hero frowned at them.
“A life is a life. They were innocent,” Hero argued, and Nemesis cocked an eyebrow as if to say: point proven.
“Doesn’t matter,” Nemesis shrugged, putting a hand on Rival’s shoulder and pushing them forward and away from Hero. “We’re not being taught how to be heroes. Next time you want to rebel against the system, make sure you’re not in our uniform.”
“My family is Plebeian you dick. They’re not all beyond saving. Just because you come from a background of elitist pricks!”
Nemesis’s glare burned this time. Burned Hero no matter what they were. Where Hero’s passion was fire, Nemesis’s logic was ice and freezing Hero to the spot.
“Doesn’t matter now,” Nemesis shrugged. “You’re here. You’re one of us, and you brought the council’s eyes on our school.”
Hero scoffed, and said: “Scared of a fucking council?”
“This is why you’re an idiot,” Nemesis sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. “If you were smart you’d be afraid of them too. What they can do. Who they have in their pockets. Your act of foolish Heroism puts us all in danger.”
“Good,” Hero spat, wiping at their nose. Hand coming away bloody. “It’s about time people like you were scared. I was born scared. I grew up scared. Dot my I’s and crossing my T’s out of fear. Welcome to the party, pal.”
Nemesis’s expression fixed back into a bored kind of neutrality, “I’d like to decline the invitation, but thanks all the same.” They put a hand on Rival’s shoulder and steered them down the hall.
“Be seeing ya, Hero,” Rival said over their shoulder with a horrible grin.
As they walked Hero heard Nemesis say to Rival: “this is what happens when they let the rabble into education. They get ideas.”
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