Richard Just

Richard Just is the deputy editor of The New Republic. From September 2002 until December 2003, he was editor of The American Prospect Online. He graduated cum laude from Princeton University in 2001, with a degree from the Woodrow Wilson School of Public and International Affairs. At Princeton, he was the editor-in-chief of The Daily Princetonian.

Richard is also the founder and executive director of The Daily Princetonian Class of 2001 Summer Journalism Program, a 10-day program for students from under-resourced high schools who are planning to pursue careers in journalism. The program is held annually on the campus of Princeton University; its inaugural session took place in August 2002.

Recent Articles

Divest Fest:

T he inane campus left is at it again. From the small -- but loud -- segment of American college students that barely waited for the World Trade Center's second tower to fall before protesting the war against terrorism comes a nascent campaign to persuade universities to sever ties with companies linked to Israel. The movement's unsurprising origins are at the University of California, Berkeley, where a group called Students for Justice in Palestine has been pushing the administration to divest. In February, the organization sponsored a conference that attracted 450 students from all over the country to California. As a result, interest in divestment movements is percolating at such places as the University of Michigan, San Francisco State, and Columbia University. At Berkeley, the divestment campaign is deriving support from both students with specific grievances against Israel and knee-jerk freelancers who opposed the war in Afghanistan last fall. With that war an unqualified...

Knight Lite

I t's a good thing -- and maybe not a coincidence -- that ESPN neglected to send author John Feinstein a ticket to a recent premiere of " A Season on the Brink ," the TV movie based on Feinstein's 1986 book about Indiana University basketball coach Bobby Knight. Feinstein, who parlayed his observation of Knight's 1985-86 season into arguably one of the finest pieces of sports journalism ever written, has made no secret of his contempt for ESPN's adaptation of his material. "I'm not sure the people from ESPN ever read the book," an annoyed Feinstein told me. Feinstein justifiably is angered about the handling of his book's details, many of which the movie gets wrong. Of course, viewers who tune in to ESPN's version probably won't be watching with a highlighted copy of the original text in hand. But they may well be angry all the same -- because "A Season on the Brink," fictionalized or not, is a profoundly and unapologetically mediocre movie. Watching it, one gets the feeling that the...

Doofus Ex Machina

F or months those who care about the Middle East have been hoping for a deus ex machina -- an instant solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. And since Saudi Arabia's Prince Abdullah proposed last week that Arab countries recognize Israel in return for a full withdrawal to the pre-1967 borders, many have jumped to the optimistic conclusion that his proposal signals the beginning of a long-awaited endgame to the conflict. But it probably doesn't, because its most attractive attribute -- simplicity -- is also its most dangerous. It is certainly understandable that people of good faith on both sides would be drawn to an offer that promises to end a bloody, complex conflict with one fell swoop. But the agreement that ends the Israeli-Palestinian impasse once and for all will be necessarily complex; otherwise it will fail. Prince Abdullah and other Arab leaders have never fully grasped that, and it seems they still don't. Israel's pre-1967 borders are militarily indefensible. It is...

Outside Shot

D uring the winter of his junior year at tiny Albion College in Michigan, Dolph Grundman saw his basketball coach make an unusual decision: One of the team's seldom-used forwards asked if he could skip a game at nearby Olivet College to study for an exam. Few middle-school coaches, let alone college coaches, would have said yes--but low-key, diplomatic Cedric Dempsey did. Forty years later, Dempsey is the outgoing president of the National Collegiate Athletic Association and is widely known just as Grundman remembers him--as a diplomat. The organization he will leave behind when his contract expires in December is, by its own measures of success, better off than he found it eight years ago. With lucrative television contracts for basketball, new offices in Indianapolis, and a revamped governing structure, the NCAA will not be slipping into irrelevancy any time soon. But by many other measures of success, the world of college sports today is the same disaster that Dempsey inherited in...

Super Bowl Highs:

T here were a handful of times last night when the packed living room where I watched the Super Bowl seemed to fall silent with concentration. One came when the New England Patriots' Adam Vinatieri lined up to attempt his game-winning field goal with seven seconds left. Another came during one of several advertisements sponsored by the Office of National Drug Control Policy . Built around the (true) premise that terrorist groups and states that harbor them, such as Afghanistan, have been known to traffic in drugs, the ads accused American drug users of financially supporting terrorism. Full disclosure: I'm a football fan, not an ad critic. But on a Super Bowl night when, for once, the football was first-rate and the advertising was mostly forgettable, the anti-drug spots were a glaring exception to the trend. They were, in short, impossible not to notice. For those who design anti-drug ads, anti-smoking ads, anti-alcohol ads -- anti-anything ads -- the general strategy has long been...

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