I know that Princeton continues to try to own up to unpleasant parts of its past, but I pretty much quit reading this article when this reporter said that the buses of girls from elsewhere stopped a couple years after ’69. The buses were still coming strong when I graduated in ’78. Those buses should have been — and still should be — an alarming tip of the iceberg, to say the least, to the University.
I know that Princeton continues to try to own up to unpleasant parts of its past, but I pretty much quit reading this article when this reporter said that the buses of girls from elsewhere stopped a couple years after ’69. The buses were still coming strong when I graduated in ’78. Those buses should have been — and still should be — an alarming tip of the iceberg, to say the least, to the University.