Category Archives: MFound

MFOUND: “The Promise of…”


The promise of … …

The Brand: Manhattan College is a Lasallian Catholic institutioin located in the Bronx NY with a core mission to promote faith, respect, education, community and social action.  
Campaign Objective: Break free from the generic world of higher eduction advertising with a simple but bold campaign that connects directly to the target audience. 
Solution: Focusing on the brand pillars and identifying the different opportunities Manhattan College offered their students helped create a foundation for the campaign line ” The Promise of…”, the diverse selection of opportunities both national and international, a quite campus just a subway ride from New York City. 

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MFOUND: Alma Mater connection to a Viet Nam war resister


The Vietnam War
by Peter St. Clair

On a cold dark morning in the winter of 1967, I stood outside the induction center on Whitehall Street in lower Manhattan handing out draft facts cards to the arriving inductees. These were folded cardboard cards the size of draft cards, with information on the rights and alternatives still available to these young guys as they entered the building to face induction into the army. I had been showing up here every morning for the past few weeks as part of my organizing work as a member of the New York Draft Resistance. I was a twenty year old college dropout. On this day I was with three slightly older organizers—two women and a man—all of them local graduate students. In the early morning darkness, as despondent draftees shuffled by, accepting the cards and entering the building, a car with five or six men in it cruised slowly by, looking at us. After it circled again and pulled around the corner out of sight we began to get nervous. Suddenly we were attacked by a gang of men in plain clothes. I stood my ground, maybe foolishly, but I had recently decided to become a full-fledged pacifist and to renounce violence. It was bad timing. The others scattered and I got beat up as I refused to raise a hand in defense and, passively resisting, I crumpled to the side walk. The attackers fled and I was helped up by my returning friends and taken home on the subway to nurse my wounds. A few days later I was back again, but we now had a larger contingent of draft resisters each morning outside the induction center.

US Soldiers Moving in a Skirmish Line Through Rice Paddies. National Archives.I, like other Americans who came of age during the Vietnam War, was a child of the World War II generation, the generation that was understood to have sacrificed so much to defeat the Nazis and their Japanese allies. A working-class kid from Brooklyn raised in the 1950s in the shadow of that war, I grew up playing war games with toy soldiers along with my brothers reenacting battles like the landing at Normandy every time my family would spend a day at the beach at Reis Park. I grew up yearning to become a soldier, to relive the glory of war and “to play my own part in the patriot game.” The route that led me from that to draft resistance might have been uncommon—few from my Borough Park neighborhood or my Catholic high school became draft resisters—but we were all swept up in the same events. However, I was not the only one, as I later roomed with another working-class guy from Borough Park in the Brooklyn Draft Resistance commune.

In 1966, when I was nineteen, despite knowing I would lose my student deferment, I left Manhattan College in my sophomore year. I was rebelling against my strict Catholic upbringing. Under the influence of a growing alternative culture I had already come to oppose the war. Like many of my contemporaries I found myself in a moral bind. I was facing the draft and the possibility of being sent to fight in Vietnam. I found it impossible to justify killing or getting killed in a war I thought was morally indefensible. Opposition to the war was common among my fellow workers at the NY Public Library on 42nd Street, where I had worked part-time as a page since high school. In a copy of the underground newspaper the East Village Other, I saw an ad for draft counseling at the Draft Resistance office on Beekman Street. I met with a draft counselor who outlined my options for avoiding getting drafted. I decided to apply for conscientious objector status but, having recently decided I was an atheist, I was unable to fulfill an essential requirement for a CO: explaining how a belief in God prevented me from fighting in a war. Objecting to a particular war on the grounds that it is not morally justified is not permissible under Selective Service law. I resolved this difficulty after talking to a fellow page at the library. He told me about Pantheism, the idea that God is everything—the universe itself and everything in it is God. If I believed in the universe then I believed in God. He advised me to read an introduction to Spinoza and based on that I wrote an essay explaining my pantheistic beliefs to my Brooklyn draft board. They rejected my request. I was classified 1A and draft eligible. After another draft counseling session my options came down to going into the army or leaving the country—or refusing induction, an act of civil disobedience and a political protest against the war for which I would face a possible ten year jail sentence. I chose draft resistance. It was an agonizing decision; almost everybody I knew tried to talk me out of it. I was spurned by some of my relatives and many people I knew. My father was ashamed of me. He slapped me in the face and called me a communist.

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[JR: The “war” broke many of us. Some more than others. It’s in my mind a “national disaster” and a self-inflicted wound. One of my Prep classmates went to “Viet Nam, Republic of”, another underground, another to Canada, and others were drafted to places unknown. Luck of the draw, I spent my four years in Maryland for the most part. I’m not sure I was the “lucky ones”. Dona Nobis Pacem]  

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MFOUND: Gaels “dislike” Jaspers


My thoughts on swipe dining systems
Posted: Thursday, November 16, 2017 10:53 am | Updated: 10:55 am, Thu Nov 16, 2017.
By Brian ConnorsArts and Entertainment Editor

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Iona College is home to a marvelous mass of students. Each Gael has a different personality and different interests. The one thing, however, that every student can agree on – besides a disliking of Jaspers – is a love for food!

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[JR: And Jaspers “dislike” Fordham despite them loaning us a President. Laugh! Seems that everyone can “dislike” someone. It’s only important that we remember it’s a joke. Something the R’s and D’s have forgotten.]  

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MFOUND: Ali, Rabea [MC2020?] reflects on Alma Mater


What it’s Like Being Muslim on a Catholic Campus
Rabea Ali
November 10, 2017

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Being Muslim on a Catholic college campus certainly has its ups and downs.

First off, there’s the inevitable challenge of being different from the majority. While there is a significant population of Muslims on my campus, we are a minority and are often looked at with a lesser value in the eyes of students. However, Manhattan College (where I attend) has done an incredible job of promoting the Lasallian value of interfaith solidarity and supports the Muslim Community. As president of the Muslim Student Association, I can attest to the fact that the faculty at MC go above and beyond to learn more about our faith and how they can help us maintain our faith on campus.

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Finally, there’s the element of being a woman of color on campus who chooses to wear a hijab. On one hand, there is the respect amongst students and faculty for my faith. On the other hand, there are the few people who see my hijab as a target and throw slurs my way as I walk from one class to another. For a significant time after the election of Donald Trump, there were times I no longer felt safe wearing the hijab as it made me a target for the Trump supporters. However, at the end of the day, I chose to keep wearing it as an embodiment of my faith. The perpetrators of hate speech were a small group compared to the majority who take my hijab to be a symbol of peace. Alongside this, professors and students often stop me to ask questions about Islam, which promotes a dialogue between different peoples of faith on campus.

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Being Muslim on a Catholic campus comes with its fair share of challenges–but, let’s be honest, being a Muslim anywhere in America does. At the end of the day, attending a faith-based institution was the best decision I made in order to maintain the role my religion has in my day to day life.

Rabea Ali

My name is Rabea Ali and I am a woman who is just trying to conquer the world and sleep eight hours every day. I am a business student at Manhattan College who also tackles issues of social justice and inequalities on campus and in New York City. I was born and raised in Brooklyn but now reside in Rockland County. In my free time (just kidding there never is any the world has got JUST a few things that need tackling every minute), I enjoy photography and writing poetry.

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Ali, Rabea [MC????]

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[JR: I am ashamed of those students, who “throw slurs”. That’s contrary to everything that I think Alma Mater represents. These folks fail to remember that as “catholics”, if that’s what you could call them, are a persecuted minority too. And, the best remember Pastor Martin Niemöller’s poem as it applies to all of us.]

“First they came …” is a famous statement and provocative poem attributed to pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the cowardice of German intellectuals following the Nazis’ rise to power and the subsequent purging of their chosen targets, group after group.…

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Dear John,

              I believe that Rabea may be a  member of the class of 2020.


McEneney, Mike (MC1953)

[JR: Thanks, Mike. Much appreciated.]

Ali, Rabea [MC2020?]

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MFOUND: “The Curious Case of Manhattan College” from 2011


The Curious Case of Manhattan College
The school’s Catholic identity is nowhere to be found, according to the US government.
July 13, 2011 Catherine Harmon

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Over on the CWR homepage, you’ll find Anne Hendershott’s article from our July issue, “Conveniently Catholic.” In it, she relates the recent controversies surrounding Manhattan College – an institution recently forced to argue for its Catholic identity in the face of the federal government’s insistence that the college had long since abandoned that identity:  

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[JR: Another oldie from that new search engine. FWIW.]  

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MFOUND: Facebook pages get abandoned without a strategy


[JR: Who’s last entry was in 2014.]  

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MFOUND: Jaspers as student teachers

P.S. 81 Robert J. Christen
Grades K-5

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PS 81’s test scores indicate roughly half the students meet or exceed state academic standardsa very respectable showing especially compared to other Bronx schools. Still, city Education Department evaluations of the school cite slightly below-average student progress compared to similar schools.

Many teachers have years of experience but at the time of our visit more than half a dozen were new, including several Manhattan College graduates who had worked as student teachers at PS 81. A young teacher said she feels like a fully contributing member of the staff. “We get heard just as equally,” she said.

Principal Anna Kirrane was assistant principal at PS 81 for nine years before taking over in October 2012. She arrives at 6:30 am each day to be available to anyone with concerns, and takes the time to greet parents who drop by. Kirrane attended boarding school in Ireland as a girl, and is of Irish heritage. She urges all parents to “share your rich heritage with your child.”

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