I was in public schools from the 80s until the mid 90s. Politics and woke and all the rest weren't noticeable until high school. I recall, Christmas decorations, trees, "Merry Christmas" banners...all in public schools. This was in Massachusetts mind you. In high school there were a couple of outspoken teachers that were openly liberal. One taught advanced history and had a reputation for crying in class, pushing her biased views and yelling at kids who had the "wrong" ideas. She was, Jewish, a lesbian, and hideously ugly. I started to notice things. This teacher appealed to the nerd class in school and many of them sort of flocked to her like a cult leader. She was my inspiration to start a Reaganesque club in my school. We published a magazine and the front page story was "school indoctrination" (I was the author). My principal insisted to review our magazine and worked to actively subvert it. We kept this up for the entire time I was in school. The first issue kept on being delayed until the very last day of school, which dampened the effect. Talk about restricting rights to expression and free speech. The principal did this deliberately.
Another incident was when I volunteered for the state student advisory council. This was an eye-opening experience for me. This was advertised as being a sort of civic-orientated council of students that would liaison to the Massachusetts legislature. After experiencing the indoctrination in history class, the subterfuge of the administration, plus, my desire to boost my credentials for my Naval Academy application, I decided to do it. And so I became my schools rep. I didn't know what I was getting into. This was an indoctrination machine. All of the annoying talking points currently being discussed were pushed onto us. The kids were...kids. Perhaps civically minded, but, I remember the dull mindless stares we all had. I recall one incident in particular.
Back in the early 90s there was heated debate on the "n" word. The outcome of said debate is why I can only write the "n" word versus using the actual word. At the time, the sjw's insisted that this word was inflammatory. Okay, I thought, fair enough. I agree. The solution, don't call a black person the n word. I won't. Done. But then it morphed into only white people can't say the n word. But black people can say it. This was my first experience in the contradictions and hypocrisy of the left. I thought, gee, if its so bad how about we don't say this word at all? Because, making it okay for only black people to say didn't sit well with me.
This very same conversation occurred during one of our sessions at the state student teachers advisory council (during a 3-day retreat). We were all sitting Indian style in this hall of sorts and they "asked" about the "n" word. As if "they" really were genuine about letting people speak. One kid, a boy, did speak and he made my exact case. More or less, hey its a bad word lets just not say it at all. Enter a black woman who was part of the "staff".
She had to be in her early maybe mid 30s. There were probably 100 or so kids and a half dozen I guess adults (leaders I suppose). The black woman went hysterical. She was literally frothing at the mouth with this rage and anger that was...it was disturbing. He made his case and then defended it, again, in a very concise and cogent manner. This only enraged her all the more. Then she assaulted him. This all happened in the space of about 30 seconds. It went from zero to hysteria/physical attack in no time. She beat him relentlessly. No one, especially the "adults" in the room stepped in to stop it. She beat and beat him mercilessly, he begged and cried and then wailed. This went on for several minutes. The boy was a soy boy type, not to take anything away from the poor kid, he looked like a freshman. He never fought back and was probably just surprised and unsure about what was happening. All of us were. The incident eventually ended. I can't remember what she did but he sat there and cried and moaned in pain.
Everyone sat there for several minutes. No one talked. It was bizarre. I kept thinking, why didn't the "staff" intervene? I thought about calling the police and reporting this. Eventually, we filed out of the hall. It was then that I looked more closely at this "staff". I sh*t (sorry Roosh) you not, kevin jennings was part of the "staff", he's the pervert that taught teenagers about fisting. He was sort of the MC at the event. But, I realized there was no real "staff" there. The two adults that were off to my right were, in fact, weird-looking lesbians, probably "trans" too (this was 1994ish mind you. There was no staff there. These people were indoctrinators, period. I recall the vibe these folks gave off. There was visceral anger that emanated off of them.
I realized that the beating I just witnessed wasn't allowed to happen.
This is the left. These are the people behind it and let me tell you...they have ZERO business being anywhere except either in an insane institution or prison.
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