We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It always amuses me to see SJWs pondering questions involving multiple concepts they would not have conceived, nor had the opportunity to entertain, but for the framework of thought, personal liberty, and leisure produced and gifted to them by white men.
Titled, “The Whiteness of Walden: Reading Thoreau with Attention to Race,” the lecture was given by Middlebury College environmental studies professor Rebecca Kneale Gould, who argues that those seeking to advance the environmental movement must acknowledge the “whiteness” of Thoreau’s ideas and legacy.
Prof. Gould is white, therefore this whole questioning the whiteness of Thoreau's ideas is itself a manifestation of whiteness and to be dismissed.
Thoreau set a forest fire for the entertainment of watching his neighbors try to put it out. I'm fine with chucking him out. However, it should be for good reasons, not bad.
Eventually, those who study what Dead White Men wrote will know more than those who spent their time on Maya Angelou. Sad that it will be so many Americans who will be losers in that game, because I have a fondness for the place. Yet at some point it ceases to be America.
Assistant Village Idiot
My grandmother taught there for a while. Alas, it has fallen far. Now it has become one of those places where your kid will be able to say "Do you want fries with that?" in at least 5 languages once they graduate. Which is not to imply they would actually be motivated to work for a wage, simply an indication of who might have them.