We all should be wary of efforts to use legitimate grief and fear over the war to advance an old agenda that aims at the freedom that makes academic life so valuable.

I, like many Wash. U. students, was forced to analyze “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” in high school. Uttering the N-word (I’ll give you a hint, it’s neither Nutella nor narwhal) is enough to make any reasonable person, including myself, uncomfortable even in the context of a classroom.

Remember that part in “The Odyssey” when Odysseus returns to Ithaca and finds that everything has changed, up to the suitors prancing around like 50-year-old men at a prostate exam, legs clinched and manliness on full showcase?