Winter Quarter Course Offering

Are you still in need of a winter quarter course?

Check out Catholics and Muslims in Western Tradition (CTH 389/ REL 340 / PSC 339 / MLS 488):

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“The course will discuss the historical development of the relations between the Catholic Church and Islam.

We will touch topics such as the Crusades, the role of Mary, and the development of the dialogue during the 20th century.

We will have exceptional guest speakers; among them, Dr. Mathieu Caesar from the University of Geneve (Switzerland), a scholar on the Crusades, and Dr. Rita Trvkovick, who is working on the devotion to Mary in the Muslim world. Finally, we will discuss some contemporary aspects of the Catholic-Muslim dialogue.

The class is cross-listed by Catholic Studies, Religious Studies, Political Science, and the Master of Arts in Liberal Studies/Sciences in Interdisciplinary Studies.”

Here is also a flyer for an event connected to the class:

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A partisan opinion of Cleveland

By Geoff Stellfox

This article originally appeared in The DePaulia on Oct. 31st, 2016 and has been reposted with permission

In .43 seconds, Google has 3,940,000 hits on a search of why Cleveland sucks.

“This article is going to be a piece of cake,” I think to myself while a broad grin spreads across my face. I just hope I can fit all these jokes I’m about to write in under 1,000 words.

It’s true. I do hate Cleveland. It’s a depressing city in the second worst state in the U.S. (behind Florida). Calling their football team a dumpster fire would be offensive to dumpsters, and all of their sports teams combined have won one title since 1964.

Worse yet, they’re playing the Cubs in the World Series. It’s a perfect storm of sports hatred, but I need more. I need to bury this place.

“I don’t like saying mean things, but I used to drive through Cleveland in college on my way back home to Buffalo,” my mom said. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sun there.”

Even my mom can get on the ‘I hate Cleveland’ bandwagon.

My family somehow managed to get tickets and we headed to Cleveland for Game 2 of the World Series. As my mom predicted, the streak of grey depression continues – Game 2’s starting time has been moved up an hour to try to get the game in before heavy storms roll through, and the outlook is already pretty bleak. It’s been raining for the better part of the afternoon and there’s a 50 percent chance of precipitation at game time. I look out the window at the scenery and I see cornfields all the way up to the horizon. It’s been this way for two hours across Ohio and another three in Indiana.

“In 2015, Cleveland was the fifth most dangerous City in the USA,” according to the FBI. In 1952, the Cuyahoga River caught on fire due to over pollution. This is just too easy.

The silhouette of buildings eventually breaks up the flat horizon. “Hey, abandoned factories, we must be here,” I quip.

Not even a smirk or a chuckle. Whatever. I think I’m funny, and that’s all that matters.

We’re staying outside the city, hoping to get partway home tonight, so we head straight to Progressive Field.  I’m handed my ticket, and just as we hop out of the car, the weather begins to break. Not quite sunlight, but there’s no rain, and I’m assuming this is the best Cleveland gets in terms of weather. Along the two-block walk to the stadium, the streets, businesses and bars are covered with images and the logos of the Indians and Cavaliers.

I’ve experienced the crosstown classic, which has traditionally been rife with parking lot skirmishes and heavy drinking to forget just how bad our respective teams have been. I’ve suffered Cardinals fans, the self-titled “best fans in baseball,” who believe that they are the baseball God’s chosen people and that World Series glory is their divine right – saying we’re merely peasants usurping their throne. Then there’s Brewers fans, most of whom are more passionate about Miller Lite and encased meat than their team (who could blame them),  Dodgers fans, whom I’m pretty sure are just a myth, and those random Royals fans, like my editor, who are sprinkled around Chicago, leaving us wondering “how the hell did you get here?” But I’m admittedly inexperienced when it comes to the finer points of Cleveland Indians fans. 

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Excuse me, but you dropped this.”

I turn around and standing behind me is a little boy, probably around ten years old, holding a grey mitten. It must’ve fallen out of my pocket. His eyes wander up and he notices my royal blue Cubs hat. “Go tribe!” he says as he tosses me my glove and runs off to join his parents. Ok, not all Indians fans can be that polite, right? I’ve still got plenty of reasons to hate them.

The atmosphere around Progressive Field is surprisingly muted, but the stadium is impressive nonetheless. We enter through the outfield and are greeted by a panorama view of the stadium and diamond. Instead of the mayhem that is Wrigleyville on game days, this scene is quiet and orderly. There’s a surprising amount of Cubs fans, but no animosity as of yet. We’re passed by a group of fans wearing headdresses.

“Casual racism everywhere, yet the name of their stadium is Progressive field. I need to write that one down. Classic Cleveland.” I’m so clever.

We wander around the outfield seats, past the Fox Sports World Series broadcast. We see Frank Thomas, A-Rod, Pete Rose, along with the rest of the team and a small group of fans has gathered around the stage. They’re two distinct factions here, and you can tell where each individual falls by what they’re shouting. Half are telling Rose that he should be in the Hall of Fame; the other half are asking him for the betting lines on the game. There is no middle ground.

As we head to our seats, I’m struck by the quality of food available. I saw authentic tacos, steak sandwiches and a grilled cheese called the ‘parmageddon’ which is apparently stuffed with sauerkraut, caramelized onions and pierogi, along with two types of cheese. This, I could get used to. They even have wine glasses with lids on them so you can cheer and not spill.

While in line for tacos, an Indians fan not wearing a headdress strikes up a conversation with me. We don’t support the same team, so this is a foreign concept for me.

“How was the drive? Sorry this is such a rotten day to be out here.”

We continue our small talk, and I ask what he thinks about Cubs fans and their chances in the series. I mentally prepare my comeback for the trash talk that’s inevitably on it’s way. Finally, I get to test out the zingers I’ve been saving up for my article.

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Photo credit: Geoff Stellfox/The DePaulia.

“Man, we know what it’s like to wait for so long to win. I feel your pain,” he says, laughing. “I’d hate to break your hearts, but I think we’ve got a great chance to win the Series. At the end of the day though, we’re just happy to have the chance to win two titles in a year.” The worst part is that he says this without an ounce of sting or malice. It’s coming from a place of empathy; this guy has felt the pain of being a Cleveland Sports fan his whole life and knows what failing to live up to expectations feels like. He’s making me feel like a bad person.

When the game finally starts, they don’t even boo our players. Silence.

One run in the first, again, no boos, just silence.

“Please, give me something to hate you for.” In my head I’m trying to figure a way to make this Cleveland sucks piece work out. Even after a three-run fifth inning, there’s very little hate coming from the fans. There’s just mostly silence, despite loud cheers from the surprisingly large Cubs following in the stadium. When the camera pans to the fans between innings, the operator struggles to find shots without any Cubs fans in the background. “Go Tribe Go” chant are constantly getting hijack into becoming pro-Chicago.

By the eighth inning, the stadium has started to empty and the Indians are getting crushed on home turf. Designated hitter Kyle Schwarber has almost completed his hostile takeover of the city and has all but declared himself mayor of Cleveland.

Bottom of the ninth, two outs and Roberto Perez grounds out to short, game over. Suddenly the sea of royal blue still in stadium becomes a mass of white W flags and you can hear faint renditions of “Go Cubs Go.” The Indians fans aren’t putting up much of a fight.

As we make our way down from the nosebleeds, a few fans behind us tell us to have a safe trip home.

“So, do you feel like a jerk yet?” my sister asked.

She obviously doesn’t comprehend my lack of conscience, however I have rethought what I’m going to write. I won’t endorse Cleveland, or say it’s a cool city and I’m definitely not going on vacation there. But the fans were brilliant, the food and stadium are amazing and J.R. Smith is a national treasure.  I’m excited to be back in Chicago, but I will say that Cleveland doesn’t suck, too much.

DWN Faculty Forum: Professor Susan Bandes

DWN Faculty Forum
Featuring Prof. Susan Bandes
“Moral Shock and Legal Change”
Thursday, November 17, 2016
4:00 – 5:30 p.m.
DePaul Club, 11th Floor DePaul Center

Light snacks and refreshments will be served
A DePaul ID may be required for entry
Register for this free event today!

“In collaboration with DePaul’s Black Leadership Coalition (DPUBLC), the DePaul Women’s Network is proud to present DePaul University School of Law Distinguished Centennial Professor, Susan Bandes, as a speaker for our upcoming Faculty Forum. Prof. Bandes is widely known as a scholar in the areas of federal jurisdiction, criminal procedure and civil rights, and more recently, as a pioneer in the emerging study of the role of emotion in law.”

“Professor Susan Bandes’s legal career began in 1976 at the Illinois Office of the State Appellate Defender. In 1980, she became staff counsel for the Illinois A.C.L.U., where she litigated a broad spectrum of civil rights cases and helped draft and secure passage of the Illinois Freedom of Information Act. She joined the DePaul faculty in 1984, and was named Distinguished Research Professor in 2003 and Centennial Distinguished Professor in 2012. Her articles appear in, among others, the Yale, Stanford, University of Chicago, Michigan and Southern California law reviews, as well as peer-reviewed journals including Law and Social Inquiry, Constitutional Commentary, and the Law and Society Review. Her book on the role of emotion in law, entitled The Passions of Law, was published by NYU Press in January 2000, and released in paperback in 2001. Prof. Bandes presents her work frequently at academic symposia and workshops, as well as to non-academic legal groups such as the American Constitution Society. Her recent pro bono activities include acting as co-reporter for the Constitution Project’s bipartisan Death Penalty Initiative, which produced the report Mandatory Justice: Eighteen Reforms to the Death Penalty, and serving on the advisory board to the Chicago Appleseed Fund for Justice’s study of the criminal justice system in Cook County, IL.”

Please contact DPUWomensNetwork@depaul.edu for more information.

DPAM Winter/Spring Events

The DePaul Art Museum has released their winter/spring schedule of events:

Four Saints in Three Acts

January 26 – April 2/ 2017

Taking its title from a 1920s opera composed by Virgin Thomson and libretto by Gertrude Stein, this group exhibition brings together contemporary artists such as Rodrigo Lara Zendejas, Jeni Spota C., Kehinde Wiley, Nate Young, and Andrea Büttner, who appropriate the iconography of saints and other religious forms in order to critically explore their relationship to this imagery.

The Many Faces of Vincent de Paul: Nineteenth-Century French Romanticism and the Sacred

January 26 – April 2/ 2017

Guest-curated by Rev. Edward R. Udovic, CM, PhD, as a companion to “Four Saints in Three Acts,” this special exhibition of nineteenth-century sculptures, holy cards, textiles, decorative arts and prints from the university’s collection will explore how Romanticism impacted the iconographic representations of Saint Vincent de Paul (1581-1660), at the dawn of the modern era.

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January 26 – April 2/ 2017

A group exhibition of emerging contemporary artists who address the ongoing HIV/AIDS pandemic in North America through the lens of childhood, education, popular culture and race, this exhibition is guest-curated by Danny Orendorff and is presented concurrently with the touring exhibition ArtAIDSAmerica, presented by the Alphawood Foundation in Chicago.

Firelei Báez: Vessels of Genealogies

April 27 – August 6/ 2017

Firelei Báez is a Dominican-American artist whose large-scale paintings and drawings evoke the beauty and political implications of hairstyles, textiles, and tattoos for those whose cultural identities have remained traditionally absent from dominant culture. This solo exhibition is organized by the Tarble Arts Center at Eastern Illinois University and curated by María Elena Ortiz, Assistant Curator Pérez Art Museum Miami.

Hương Ngô: To Name It is to See It

April 27 – August 6/ 2017

In this new body of work, Hương Ngô engages with the surveillance archives of Vietnamese anticolonial organizer Nguyễn Thị Minh Khai to reframe the connections among language, gender, and visuality, refracted through the lens of post-colonial subjectivity. The role of performance in the construction of identity is at the forefront of Ngô’s investigation of this historical figure. Minh Khai’s constant crossing of borders – those of nation-states, ethnicities, languages, genders, and classes – via her numerous pseudonyms and disguises, was key to her invisibility to authorities yet renders her difficult to classify even today.