Just Your Average 68-Year-Old College Freshman
I’m about a close to being a Dead White Male as you can get without being—you know—dead. Actuarial tables will eventually have their way with all of us.
You won’t see a lot of DWMs walking the halls here. Those darlings of West-Civ literature, philosophy and human affairs are hiding out in the English, history and philosophy departments. They’ve taken a real hit over these four decades and it’s partly their own fault. They insist on using dated syntax, they don’t show up for sensitivity training.
During the Decade When Everything Changed, women, ethnic groups, the conquered and exploited, and the merely forgotten rose up in unison to ask the question, “What are we, chopped liver?” The answer is not anymore, at least not in the world of higher education.
You can still study the old white dead guys but you have to look carefully to find them. They may be wearing disguises.
