Dear Glenn, I feel despair also. I’ve spent the last 20 years as a staff member at a Los Angeles area community college, choosing to be there because I wanted to put my MFA to use in service to those who may not have had a chance under other circumstances. I’ve been and am impressed with the commitment of my colleagues who put much effort to serving their students. Really impressed.
But since 2015 I think, the atmosphere started to change. Once Trump became president it seemed cemented in a direction that seemed confused.
I’m a white woman, half Iranian - my dad immigrated in the early 1960s. I understand a bit about not fitting in as I was raised in a small town in central Illinois. But I noticed the attitude from some of my black and brown colleagues - not all - became more guarded although for the most part we shared the same politics - quite liberal.
I recall working an event in which a couple of Black Lives Matter rep were on a panel. One of them was so unpleasant to a young Latino man who shared a story about his brother who was on a police force. She was extremely unpleasant to him and went so far as to shame him in front of the crowd. This was my first experience with BLM.
Since the George Floyd killing my college has made many changes to accommodate BLM. There are book readings of the “in” books in which staff are strongly encouraged to attend, changes in the focus of my projects which seem dubious, and a general derisive attitude toward our campus police who did a very good job of protecting our campus. Other things that seem questionable but perhaps are good for feeling empowered - I don’t know. At first I tried to go along but in my heart overall the changes felt terribly wrong; divisive, short sighted. Sam Harris’s “Can We Return from the Brink” helped me tremendously. I probably have listened to it 20 times in that 6 months. And that brought me to listening to you and John. You’ve both been very helpful.
And I despair too. I despair for the future of our country as the extremes become angrier and louder on each side of the political pole, each fueling the other with increasingly extreme antics. Yeats poem comes to mind, “The center cannot hold.” And yet holding to the center - each’s own personal center is what must be done as the political, environmental and viral (both biological and technological) seem to have sped up past the point of human comprehension.
So yes I despair. But there are also moments of walking in nature, spending time with my favorite people, playing fetch with my cat - simple things - that take me out of mind and remind me that life continues and - as corny as it sounds - love is real.
Thank you so much for your story... it so echoes mine. I went into teaching in an urban school 30 years ago with the same good intentions. I see a lot being perpetrated in the guise of helping “black and brown” children that IS NOT demonstrably helping them, but is, in fact, quite detrimental. My children are black and I want this toxic idiocy nowhere near them.
The only part of Glenn’s lament I didn’t get was at the end when he said he is alone. Glenn- there is a groundswell of people resisting this- lawsuits are being brought, coalitions are forming. Did you read the letter from the Chinese parents’ group? You can take a great deal of credit for this, along with a handful of other brilliant thinkers. I am so grateful for your voice!
Dear Glenn, I feel despair also. I’ve spent the last 20 years as a staff member at a Los Angeles area community college, choosing to be there because I wanted to put my MFA to use in service to those who may not have had a chance under other circumstances. I’ve been and am impressed with the commitment of my colleagues who put much effort to serving their students. Really impressed.
But since 2015 I think, the atmosphere started to change. Once Trump became president it seemed cemented in a direction that seemed confused.
I’m a white woman, half Iranian - my dad immigrated in the early 1960s. I understand a bit about not fitting in as I was raised in a small town in central Illinois. But I noticed the attitude from some of my black and brown colleagues - not all - became more guarded although for the most part we shared the same politics - quite liberal.
I recall working an event in which a couple of Black Lives Matter rep were on a panel. One of them was so unpleasant to a young Latino man who shared a story about his brother who was on a police force. She was extremely unpleasant to him and went so far as to shame him in front of the crowd. This was my first experience with BLM.
Since the George Floyd killing my college has made many changes to accommodate BLM. There are book readings of the “in” books in which staff are strongly encouraged to attend, changes in the focus of my projects which seem dubious, and a general derisive attitude toward our campus police who did a very good job of protecting our campus. Other things that seem questionable but perhaps are good for feeling empowered - I don’t know. At first I tried to go along but in my heart overall the changes felt terribly wrong; divisive, short sighted. Sam Harris’s “Can We Return from the Brink” helped me tremendously. I probably have listened to it 20 times in that 6 months. And that brought me to listening to you and John. You’ve both been very helpful.
And I despair too. I despair for the future of our country as the extremes become angrier and louder on each side of the political pole, each fueling the other with increasingly extreme antics. Yeats poem comes to mind, “The center cannot hold.” And yet holding to the center - each’s own personal center is what must be done as the political, environmental and viral (both biological and technological) seem to have sped up past the point of human comprehension.
So yes I despair. But there are also moments of walking in nature, spending time with my favorite people, playing fetch with my cat - simple things - that take me out of mind and remind me that life continues and - as corny as it sounds - love is real.
Thank you so much for your story... it so echoes mine. I went into teaching in an urban school 30 years ago with the same good intentions. I see a lot being perpetrated in the guise of helping “black and brown” children that IS NOT demonstrably helping them, but is, in fact, quite detrimental. My children are black and I want this toxic idiocy nowhere near them.
The only part of Glenn’s lament I didn’t get was at the end when he said he is alone. Glenn- there is a groundswell of people resisting this- lawsuits are being brought, coalitions are forming. Did you read the letter from the Chinese parents’ group? You can take a great deal of credit for this, along with a handful of other brilliant thinkers. I am so grateful for your voice!