Off the beat: A case against the ‘r-word’

Our campus comprises some of the most eloquent students in the nation — activists who stand for the rights of the historically oppressed, the misapprehended, the overlooked. Yet, I continually hear a word tossed around that is so insidious, so toxic, that its mere utterance fills me with a quiet dejection.

“That’s retarded.”

I look up, dumbfounded, with blurred gray eyes and an expression that conveys a silent suffering. The perpetrator — sometimes friend, sometimes foe — cackles, blissfully unaware of the slight’s impact.

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