As I grew up in a
California suburb that was largely colonized in the latter half of the
20th century with the hope of many upwardly mobile young families, I am
often reminded by fellow Californians of my good fortune in spending
those years between cradle and teenage wasteland nourished and sheltered
by privilege. Up until high school, I even had the rare benefit of
experiencing pre–Proposition 13 California public schools, a Golden Age
of Education rivaling Athens, the Renaissance, or Haight-Ashbury's
Summer of Self-Love. When I confess how I have trouble remembering what
or if I learned much of anything during this utopian period, the
wistfulness of the young Californian liberals turns to disappointment,
disbelief, and rage. Yet cancel culture's recent occupation of our
zeitgeist has given me a renewed appreciation of the advanced multi-year
curriculum that I received during that time when occupants saturated
the school with the insatiable primal energy of the id while adults were
not looking. Almost all I really needed to know about witch-hunting I
learned in middle school........To Read More....
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