Rejecting a politics of inclusion

  “If they come for you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night.” James Baldwin to Angela Y. Davis   The shock and awe presidency of Donald Trump carries on. With its/his daily eruptions of formal and informal initiatives, the two consistent themes are destabilization of societal institutions and increased vulnerability…

How whiteness appears in media representations of campus protests

  Narratives have material impact. They shape what is possible, and even who is possible. Not completely, never permanently, but undeniably.   A June 4 op-ed published by the New York Times started with the header, “campus inquisitions must stop.” An inquisition is an investigation that holds no regard for individual, or purportedly, collective rights.…

On being disciplinarily disobedient

I am fortunate to be a mentor to several amazing, vibrant scholars. I tell them that I am not always sure that I’m good for their careers, but I’m positive I’m good for their hearts. This may sound like a demurring humility or perhaps the emotional (uncompensated) labor that a woman is expected to provide, but it…

Trump and settler colonialism

The caricature of Donald J. Drumpf, sketched through bellicose gestures, is mesmerizing in its shock value. While this political turn holds and has meant immediate danger to already vulnerabilized populations, it is insufficient to see Drumpf’s rise as a one-off celebrity rupture of an otherwise democratic society. It is also insufficient to attempt to determine…

What we may miss in the misery about DeVos

  From the interests of equity and education, there is little doubt that the confirmation of Betsy DeVos as Secretary of Education is bad news for public education and great news for private interests. But she is not a recent arrival for venture capitalism in education. We must understand the thorny lineage in which she…

Please post syllabus here

It’s back to school time. I love this time of year. Late summer minutes are longer and shorter all at once. Each year, I hang on to the last tendrils of August, the earlier sunsets and cooler nights quickened in my romanticism.  This is when I simultaneously dread and cannot wait for the first class sessions. I…