Round One:
Marx 0, Starbucks 1
Dan Skinner
and Tony Monchinski
The Yankees
weren’t the only big losers in the middle of October. In an
unparalleled
instance
of cosmic irony – cosmic chutzpah is more like it – Anthropology
Professor David Harvey’s famed Reading Marx’s Capital
class was unceremoniously relocated on Monday, October 18th to make
room for a convention of Starbucks’ coffee managers. Uncle Karl
was presumably rolling over in his British grave as the Graduate Center
took one more step to cement its warm and secure embrace of corporate
America – as if the ads for gas guzzling Hummers adorning our
sidewalk sheds weren’t enough.
Throughout the day, men and women adorned in green aprons occupied
a total of sixteen rooms, including the Segal Theater, the Concourse
Lobby, the Auditorium and the Skylight Conference Room, reducing the
ads outside on the 365 Fifth Avenue façade to mere auger of
a larger, seemingly protracted struggle. The editors of The Advocate,
after consulting their oracle bones and the entrails of small feral
city creatures, believe it too soon to speak up to reveal the next
ghastly Graduate Center sell out to corporate America. Nevertheless,
be advised that the Graduate Center is now officially in Code Mauve.
Go about your daily routines as normal, but please check the stall
with the broken door in the men’s bathroom on the second floor
of the library daily for security color code upgrades.
Some of Harvey’s students, including all three editors of this
newspaper, as well as many of its contributors, sensed something bigger
than mere room change was afoot. Restraining themselves, they conducted
acts of nonviolent civil disobedience, stealing into the conference
and absconding with muffins and coffee. One noticeably coughed during
a Starbuck’s big wig speech, possibly hoping to disseminate
flu germs in this inoculation-free climate. Meanwhile, the 100 strong
students in Harvey’s class had to forego their usual view of
the top of the empire state building (and their daydreams of Lord
of the Ring’s director Peter Jackson’s forthcoming remake
of King Kong) and found themselves cramped in a small, airless basement
room while Starbucks managers chortled, stuffed their faces and generally
whooped it up in their newfound space of capital. Calls to Graduate
Center security went unanswered, as security personnel were too busy
checking the color of validation stickers on GC IDs to assist in the
removal of the capitalist detritus.
Professor Harvey himself made the best of the situation, teaching
his class in what one disgruntled sociology student described as “Guantanamo-like”
conditions (okay, we admit that’s embellishing a bit, but you
know those disgruntled sociology students). Developing…
Tony Monchinski
is a PhD student in the political science department.