Letters to a Young Progressive: How to Avoid Wasting Your Life Protesting Things You Don't Understand by Mike S. Adams Page B
Authors: Mike S. Adams
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“heterosexist” rather than patriarchal. Both mean the same thing: oppressive.
3. African American Studies. Black people are seen as the victims of white people, and affirmative action and endless reparations for slavery are the necessary remedies for this oppression.
4. Hispanic Studies . Same idea, different race. The public policy initiatives advanced in these programs include open border immigration policy, bilingual education, and out-of-state tuition waivers for Hispanics who are victims of their parents’ decision to enter the country illegally.
One wonders why victimology is even needed as a course of study within the field of criminology. All of these other degrees are essentially specialized varieties of Victimhood Studies. They are taught by people who see themselves as victims and are bent on showing other people how they are victims, too. The only real career these degrees prepare one for is teaching some variety of Victimhood Studies. The whole field of victim education is both self-perpetuating and entirely useless for anything but lifetime employment within itself.
Of course, in a sense, people who major in any variety of Victimhood Studies really do become victims upon graduation. That is when their student loan payments are due, and either they have no job or their salary is too small to make the payments. At that point, there is nothing left to do but take to the streets and blame their capitalist oppressors.
I have a novel idea for these protestors: Why not pack up, leave Wall Street, and move the protest to the local university? That’s where the people who taught them that victimhood pays are. Professors pushing different versions of victimhood are the true reason these kids have buried themselves in a mountain of debt and cannot escape it. They should demand a refund from the local university and leave the capitalists alone. It isn’t the capitalists’ job to clean up the mess created by those who could never survive in the private sector.
LETTER 20
The Fear of Ideas
Dear Zach ,
One morning in January of 1993, as I was walking down the hall in the sociology building at Mississippi State University, I saw my good friend (and professor) Greg Dunaway. When he saw me he shouted a question, “Hey, Mike, weren’t you a Sigma Chi?” I replied “Yep. I still am.” He continued, “I think one of your guys got murdered last night. A guy named Steckler and his girlfriend, too.”
I thanked him for letting me know, rushed out the door, and drove across campus to the fraternity house. By the time I got there, a couple of reporters had arrived. The mood in the house was somber. It would stay that way for weeks.
The facts of the case are sad and gruesome. Jon Steckler and Tiffany Miller left the fraternity house around one in the morning. As they crossed the parking lot and approached Jon’s car, they saw a man trying to break into another car parked nearby. Tiffany shouted at the man to stop what he was doing. And he did.
But when the thief turned around, he was brandishing a gun. He immediately ordered Jon and Tiffany to get into Jon’s car. The man hopped in the back seat and ordered them to drive to the outskirts of town. Before they knew it, Jon and Tiffany were taking their last ride together in his car. They must have known those were the last few minutes of their lives. The only question was what that man would do to them now that he had assumed full control of their destiny.
About ten miles outside of town on U.S. Highway 45, the man ordered Jon to pull over. There on the side of the road he murdered both of them execution-style. Later testimony revealed that Jon was forced to watch his girlfriend take a bullet in the head shortly before he suffered the same fate. To add fatal insult to fatal injury, the armed sociopath would later try to blame the killings on rap music.
At the time of the murders, I was a liberal who was opposed to handguns. I had even voted for Michael
3. African American Studies. Black people are seen as the victims of white people, and affirmative action and endless reparations for slavery are the necessary remedies for this oppression.
4. Hispanic Studies . Same idea, different race. The public policy initiatives advanced in these programs include open border immigration policy, bilingual education, and out-of-state tuition waivers for Hispanics who are victims of their parents’ decision to enter the country illegally.
One wonders why victimology is even needed as a course of study within the field of criminology. All of these other degrees are essentially specialized varieties of Victimhood Studies. They are taught by people who see themselves as victims and are bent on showing other people how they are victims, too. The only real career these degrees prepare one for is teaching some variety of Victimhood Studies. The whole field of victim education is both self-perpetuating and entirely useless for anything but lifetime employment within itself.
Of course, in a sense, people who major in any variety of Victimhood Studies really do become victims upon graduation. That is when their student loan payments are due, and either they have no job or their salary is too small to make the payments. At that point, there is nothing left to do but take to the streets and blame their capitalist oppressors.
I have a novel idea for these protestors: Why not pack up, leave Wall Street, and move the protest to the local university? That’s where the people who taught them that victimhood pays are. Professors pushing different versions of victimhood are the true reason these kids have buried themselves in a mountain of debt and cannot escape it. They should demand a refund from the local university and leave the capitalists alone. It isn’t the capitalists’ job to clean up the mess created by those who could never survive in the private sector.
LETTER 20
The Fear of Ideas
Dear Zach ,
One morning in January of 1993, as I was walking down the hall in the sociology building at Mississippi State University, I saw my good friend (and professor) Greg Dunaway. When he saw me he shouted a question, “Hey, Mike, weren’t you a Sigma Chi?” I replied “Yep. I still am.” He continued, “I think one of your guys got murdered last night. A guy named Steckler and his girlfriend, too.”
I thanked him for letting me know, rushed out the door, and drove across campus to the fraternity house. By the time I got there, a couple of reporters had arrived. The mood in the house was somber. It would stay that way for weeks.
The facts of the case are sad and gruesome. Jon Steckler and Tiffany Miller left the fraternity house around one in the morning. As they crossed the parking lot and approached Jon’s car, they saw a man trying to break into another car parked nearby. Tiffany shouted at the man to stop what he was doing. And he did.
But when the thief turned around, he was brandishing a gun. He immediately ordered Jon and Tiffany to get into Jon’s car. The man hopped in the back seat and ordered them to drive to the outskirts of town. Before they knew it, Jon and Tiffany were taking their last ride together in his car. They must have known those were the last few minutes of their lives. The only question was what that man would do to them now that he had assumed full control of their destiny.
About ten miles outside of town on U.S. Highway 45, the man ordered Jon to pull over. There on the side of the road he murdered both of them execution-style. Later testimony revealed that Jon was forced to watch his girlfriend take a bullet in the head shortly before he suffered the same fate. To add fatal insult to fatal injury, the armed sociopath would later try to blame the killings on rap music.
At the time of the murders, I was a liberal who was opposed to handguns. I had even voted for Michael
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