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Fredrick Douglass, the famous ex-slave, never forgot the night he gave his most pessimistic speech, in Boston’s Faneuil Hall. A packed house heard him lash the evils of slavery, then conclude hopelessly that the white people of America would never put an end to the Negro’s bondage. There was only one answer, he asserted gloomily, and that was an armed revolt by the slaves themselves, which could only result in wholesale slaughter.

The Ferguson Effect hypothesis makes three claims about reality, none of which have been objectively verified. First, it holds that crime is rising significantly nationwide. Second, that police officers in general have altered their behavior as a result of renewed scrutiny of racialized police violence. Finally, that the second phenomenon is a direct cause of the first. 

The Ferguson Effect hypothesis makes three claims about reality, none of which have been objectively verified. First, it holds that crime is rising significantly nationwide. Second, that police officers in general have altered their behavior as a result of renewed scrutiny of racialized police violence. Finally, that the second phenomenon is a direct cause of the first. 

Ah, those halls of Ivy. The glorious places where the most glorious people spend the most glorious years of their lives. Given the amount of bitterness the sheer existence of Ivy League college students inspires, it’s not all that surprising that a meme has emerged that the student protesters at Yale—and, depending the columnist’s mood, left-leaning American college students generally—are “privileged.” 

I’ve been a fan of Liverpool Football Club since I was twelve. For more than half of my life, I have been waking up every weekend at the crack of dawn to watch eleven men half a world away kick a ball for 90 minutes. I hardly remember why my preteen self chose to adore Liverpool, not Arsenal or Manchester United or Everton. Was it the color red? Was it the cool bird in the crest? Did I flip a coin?

I am not trendy. In fact, I actively disdain something as soon as I sense it’s a trend, not because I want to be cooler than everyone else but because many of my tastes solidified years ago. I still dress like I did in first grade and the most-played music on my phone is from 2007. But that couldn’t stop me from falling prey to one of the latest trends: succulents.

Neither the Mona Lisa nor the Eiffel Tower, nor any of the quais of the Seine, but Le Petit Cambodge, le Café Bonne Bière, La Belle Équipe: Unassuming restaurants, near homes and jobs. The institutions that were targeted for terror on Friday stood for nothing bigger than Paris nightlife, Kronenbourgs freely on the sidewalk, an espresso at the zinc counter. Random, it seems, but if you study a map, you do see a pattern: the attacks are constellated along the Boulevard Voltaire.