I am a minority

White male, older than 60, Army veteran. What I am not is a victim. Of anything. I have not allowed anyone to victimize me, to place me, an individual, into a labeled box.

Not being a victim is my choice. I could have allowed intellectuals of reading and experts of classification to set me in a cubicle in the victims’ box, but I chose not to. I am stronger than that.

Something to think about: “Cal State Northridge … has ‘25 full-time and 35 part-time professors’ in Chicano Studies and ‘160-170 class sessions per semester,’ in support of a major, a double-major, a minor, and a master's degree program. This contrasts … to the 12 full-time professors in the Physics and Astronomy Department, the 17 full-time professors in Chemistry and Biochemistry, and the 20 in History.”

‘The Wacky World of Victim Studies,”

http://www.mindingthecampus.com/originals/2012/09/wackyworldofvictimstudies.html

“The power of the victims' studies departments lies not in what they say but in their ability to prevent inquiry that runs against their preferred narratives. They need not go to a lot of trouble to make this happen. They are more often like rocks in the stream. The regular flow of academic life simply goes around them. Few faculty members or administrators want the hassle of getting in their way.”

Isn’t that cool? A group creating dubious academic provability is nothing more than a (powerful) littering of rocks.

As Capt. Edmund Blackadder said after hearing blathers from his general and from his own Lieutenant George, “Ah, the university education.”