“A recent Pew survey indicates that 58% of Republicans believe colleges and universities have a negative effect on the way things are going in the United States. A major reason for this opinion is the belief that the university is a liberal hothouse breeding wild-eyed radicals and silencing conservative voices.”
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In 2017, White nationalism has roared into the public square, commandeering the American flag to fly alongside the Confederate flag as symbols of the real—white—America. The concerted efforts at black voter suppression continue, now at the national level led by the President’s own executive action. The Attorney General is dismantling the checks on abuses in the criminal justice system and rescinding the previous administration’s directive that the Justice Department begin to disengage from the for-profit prison industrial complex. He is ramping up the war on drugs with its racially discriminatory laws. His Justice Department will begin suing colleges and universities, on behalf of white (and Asian) people, over affirmative-action admissions policies. This is what making America great again looks like to my tribe.
Yesterday, up the road from my hometown, in Charlottesville, VA, Richard Spencer led a crowd of white nationalists who carried torches and chanted Nazi slogans. They were protesting the slated removal of a Confederate statue—or maybe it was the Festival of Cultures happening in the same park, which celebrates the rich cultural diversity of the city. It looked for all the world as if they were trying to take the United States back to the time when Richard Wright wrote of not being able to walk in a white neighborhood without fear. Then again, maybe less has changed than I want to believe. Read “My White Tribe”
In the past few years, conservative Americans have shifted almost wholesale from Russophobia to Russophilia. Right wing Christians in particular are falling in love with “Russia” and Vladimir Putin. They do not care that Mr. Putin assassinates dissidents. They do not care that Mr. Putin is, as the Washington Post’s Christian Caryl writes, “contemptuous of freedom, and he sneers at the idea of representative democracy. He believes in corruption, lying and poison as tools of statecraft.”
This is perfectly understandable when you admit that what appeals to them in Mr. Putin is the very thing they love about Donald Trump.
Continue reading the op-ed Love Russia, hate Putin
They make their way haltingly, careful not to step on the fat tubes of bullwhip kelp stretched across their path like brown furry boa constrictors. The shore pebbles, gray and white and black, so rounded and smooth from the endless tumble and roll of saltwater, shift under their feet and make the going more treacherous yet. A gangly hedge of weather-felled trees and debris, bark-less and sea-bleached, hems the entire strand. The wind is a constant white rumble past Delmas’ head.
“Did you see…?” Lillian’s voice is swept up by the wind.
Delmas nods. Mergansers float out on the blue water; closer in, shiny black seal heads bob. The seals peer at the two of them with curious eyes, intelligent eyes that seem to betray a knowledge of more than swimming and catching fish. Much more.
“Did you?” she yells up at his ear.
He nods again, more insistently.
Under her green windbreaker, Lillian is wearing Delmas’ blue moth-eaten cardigan over a gray sweatshirt shed by a lover from before Delmas met her. The cuffs are frayed to almost nothing and Washington & Lee is faded to a shadowy blue arch over her breasts–her left still there though flattened and empty, the right, a puckered scar that stretches into her armpit. She no longer bothers with a bra.
The cancer is back; it has metastasized. The children don’t know yet.
When you have a little down time, read my story Delmas, out now in a beautiful issue of The Woven Tale Press.
The new neighbor from across the street–the one with the Trump sign in his yard, rebel flag across his garage windows, and Nazi flag on his son’s basketball backboard–walked into the party wearing a shirt that said on the back, “Better a wolf of Odin than a Lamb of God.”
The Will to Devolution, up now at Eclectica.