I usually do some research before I write something here—just a little fact-checking to make sure I don’t misspell a name or misquote a subject, but this time I’m going to skip that step because I don’t care about some feud among Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift, and Kanye West. All I know is that I was reading the headlines this morning and noticed that something happened over the weekend that either ignited, reignited, or threw accelerant on this feud, argument, or tiff. I don’t even know what happened because—stop me if you’ve heard this: I don’t care.
I understand entertainment and escape. I escape by watching “Seinfeld” episodes from twenty-five years ago. I know all the lines. I’m not proud. But I do understand that we can’t immerse ourselves in chaos all the time and not expect to pay the price. We escape.
But why do we care about three individuals who don’t like each other, or don’t like each other enough, don’t like one of the other two as much as two of the three think they should…or should they be singular, and if so, he or she? Now that’s something I might be interested in.
I propose that we let Steve King arbitrate this conflict. No, not Stephen King the respected author, Steve the disrespected buffoon who doubles as the Republican representative from Ohio—Steve King who announced during an interview, that the white race has been responsible for every major achievement in the world. In Representative King’s own words:
“I’d ask you to go back through history and figure out, where are these contributions that have been made by these other categories of people that you’re talking about, where did any other subgroup of people contribute more [than white people] to civilization?”
Please read that again, then tell me not so much how a person can believe that, but how he can convince the majority of people in his voting district to say, “Yep, Steve’s my boy.”
I am, as most of my readers know by now, a former English teacher. Most days I’m proud to say that, because I figure somewhere among the four-thousand or so students I encountered in my classroom, some of them gained something—one little smidge of information that would prevent that person from saying anything that stupid. Even if that student doesn’t attribute it to me, or even remember my name, as long as there was a flicker—good enough. If he or she remembers that we read poems and stories and novels by some of the people that constitute King’s subgroups, even better. However, if that person spent yesterday grieving over the contretemps of three millionaires, then I may have lost that one.
For years I taught with accomplished and dedicated colleagues who did the same as I (and some of my students would be quick to point out, did it better.) And if you multiply that by all the schools where children learn in the United States, how can a majority of any group anywhere—even in Ohio*—accept such a goofy and uneducated viewpoint?
And I’ll bet Jesus, who I’m quite sure does not hail from Akron or Cincinnati, would be surprised too.