I don't mean to sound like a broken record. I've made a version of this same point before. But it's worth trying this number out again in a different key, given that this time I suspect fewer folks can get away with pretending like they live in a world in which the events in question didn't happen. I also don't mean to sound eloquent or clever. Occasionally I'll be in a mood to give either of those things a shot. Not today.
I just want to point out two things to my fellow teachers. One: this country just elected a white supremacist, unrepentant perpetrator of sexual assault to the highest elected office in the land. Two: that first thing is a big deal to our students.
Surely I didn't lose you. Nor have I said anything that I should imagine that you disagree with. But I find myself saying it anyway because I spent the better part of my day today listening to the account of students desperately trying to rearticulate their futures to themselves. Hijabis wondering what to do with their veils. Undocumented students wondering what to say to their parents and children, and which of them will still be in their through the next few years. Trans students trying to keep it together after suicides among their friends. Black students wondering why y'all seem to, like clockwork, collectively lose your damn minds at least once a generation. And all that is to say nothing of the non-student campus workers who may have the same questions about their future and their families, yet from an even more economically and socially precarious position.