I AM ALMOST ALWAYS KICKED OFF COMMENTS. LET ME TRY AGAIN. I N-E-V-E-R KNOW WHAT RULE I BROKE. MYSTERY.

I am a communist. I knew the idea of teaching truth that Critical Race Theory would hit the proverbial American brick wall. The landscape of American tongues, languages, published dialogues will burn when the middle, mass gravitas licks at sacred spectators. Spectators caught up in the uncivil, indifferent addiction of rewriting who and what we really are. No reincarnated Razzle Dazzle. We are found not guilty. We didn’t do it. I told you I was a teacher. The North was more racist than the South during that last unpleasantness. We revisit the past because the ramifications are dire (having to wear masks again, please no), we want to run but there is nowhere to go. Did you really just read the benign but banned ideas above this sentence. We do not teach critical anything, but what we do teach is, of course, a warning. Warning transcends school. Warnings are victorious, bloody consequences. Back then, I was teaching kids with HIV, history was who died last night. It’s grim out there – still. The civil war taught us nothing. The people in that war died for nothing. The NYT gatekeepers keep ideas they don’t like articulated in any way. Away. Still. The NYT doesn’t have a single poor person anywhere near it. Call the cops. Capitalism is dangerous. Gatekeepers will faint. I am disappointed. Ideas are why the aristocratic bosses are scared. Aristocracy shakes in historical shoes.