We all live in bubbles. We are a collection of out experiences. Our experiences are a result of the environments we live in. To a certain extent we shape our environment, who we listen and talk to. What we read and watch has an effect. What we do for work and play will have an effect. Other experiences are beyond our control. Where and when we were born. The attitude of communities we live in. Like snowflakes, we are all alike, but different. We are individuals with different experiences.
Those that know me know that I tend to tell circular stories. I start with a premise then amble off on a tangent to something seemingly unrelated. I then work in a couple of seemingly unrelated stories before returning with some clarity to the original premise.
This of course is a political blog. It is about the workings of the political machine, I started it because I was unsatisfied with what was in the news. This is my view, because I know the media lies.
I may have mentioned that I started life in New York suburbia. I attended five different colleges and universities. I had a tendency to argue with my professors. I fell though the cracks. You succeed in school by telling your professors what they want to hear.
I spent most of my life in manufacturing. I enjoy making things. Things that make people’s lives better. I made light that brought people home from darkness. I used light to make people better. I was a small cog in a very big machine.
You do not get to choose who you work with in manufacturing, the only real qualification was a certain willingness to work. That willingness was almost always predicated by the need for money. Over the years I trained many people how to work, or more precisely how to run machines. It is machines that make our life better.
During breaks in working people talk about many things. Lawns for example. Type of lawnmower, for example. How long does it take to mow the lawn, how long does the grass grow. There is so much to talk about mowing lawns. For half the people, the other half do not have lawns. They don’t care about lawns. It does not make them had people, they just don’t have a lawn to talk about. Me, I can talk about lawns all day. The neat thing is there are so many interests, golfing, boating, carol singing, ballroom dancing. The list goes on.
Fellow workers are like family, you are with them all day every day. You have to get along. It is baked into the system. Of course people talk about politics. There is no price of admission, everyone qualifies. There is no one point of view though, everyone works. Not everyone agrees, there is no uniformity of thought baked into the system. When it comes to manufacturing tolerance is the key. Every machine has tolerance. Every job has tolerance. Ask anyone that runs a machine what the tolerance is, and they will have an answer. Tolerance is a requirement to properly operate a machine. That being said, there was a certain political point of view that prevailed. Grassroots support you might say.
I do not know how many people I have taught to run machines, a lot though. I like machines. I like to watch them work, I believe in them. I go places to look at machines.
As I said earlier my stories can be circular. I applied for a job tending machines in academia. In the working world the academic world had a reputation. I never thought I would get the job because of my political views. I once had a bumper sticker on my car. then there was that sign in my truck. Surely someone would remember. I never once mentioned my political views. Still, I was shocked when I was hired. I remembered from way back, in academia dissent was not allowed. Maybe I was wrong? I have kept my voice quiet.
Back to current events, the president of the college tasked the vice president of diversity and equity to have a response for Juneteenth. I dutifully watched. There was some information on Black History, which of course is what I expected. At some point I may add some local information on Black History that no one seems to know, but that is for another day. The big takeaway, in her view is that society is systemically racist. It is baked into the system, she literally said that it is in the water that we drink. I wasn’t really shocked. It was the same thing that, let me charitable, protesters were saying when they were tearing down the statues to our past.
Let me return to the beginning of my story. The bubbles we live in. That must be quite the bubble she lives in, a bubble where everything is racist. Sometimes realization is slow, I pondered her response for a while. She believes everything is racist. Somehow I expected more of a history lesson. I was wrong.
After a week I understood. It was what I have been writing about all along. The Democrat Party controls academia. When you probably have spent your entire life having your thoughts controlled by the Democrat Party, well, this is the result. I was curious on how racism had personally affected her. She said she was proud of her color, which is OK. I have no problem with that. Other than that, I was left with a sad conclusion.
What I am seeing is the Vice President of Diversity and Inclusion that works in a completely Democrat Party supporting system totally believes in systematic racism. That truly is what she sees in her bubble. My conclusion is the Party in which she lives her life bubble must be systematically racist. Isn’t that what she is saying? Also, isn’t that what I have been saying all along?