I have a couple of questions.

Do you know what happened 137 years ago? How about in the 1960s? Ever hear of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.?

I know I have. These are the kinds of things I have learned about every year since I was in sixth grade: how blacks worked hard for rights they already deserved. You know all about it, I’m sure.

Most of you, anyway.

I used to respect Northwestern. Sure it may suck the fun out of life sometimes, but it’s hard not to admire a school that puts education first and rewards only the brightest students with the best visions.

But words such as “bright” and “vision” don’t exist for me anymore. Recently, all of that was flushed down the drain. Because in the Kresge Centennial Hall men’s bathroom on the lower level were two words. Etched into the silver toilet paper dispenser with pride, I’m sure, were two unbelievable words:

“Die Nigger.”

So forgive me if I am suddenly jaded.

In four years at NU, this is the first instance of racism I have personally seen here.