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Annals of academic TMI: Ex-grad student blabs to her professor that she works as a dominatrix, then is shocked, shocked that the prof isn’t all in

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Your $55,000 a year in college tuition pays for revelations like these:
Something seemed off when I signed into Interfolio one late September morning, during the break between two classes I was teaching. I scanned the dossier a few times, wondering if it could be a glitch, and then it hit me: My mentor had withdrawn her letter of recommendation. In fact, she had withdrawn all of her letters, from 2016 to now. The revelation rang in my ears, like crystal shattering on the floor.
My mentor — let’s call her Anne — was the sole reason I finished my dissertation. While she wasn’t my adviser or even in my primary field, she was my cheerleader and confidante. We had become quite close. She said she felt in loco parentis; I called her my “dissertation mom.” But things fell apart when, desperate to quell her fears after a summer teaching gig fell through, I outed myself to her as a sex worker.
The author of this piece calls herself “Mistress Snow.” She says she got her Ph.D. “in the humanities.” Thanks to the fact that no one wants to give a full-time tenure-track teaching job to a Ph.D. in the humanities these days, Mistress Snow works for peanuts as a part-tlme adjunct professor when she’s not walking on some guy’s back in her stiletto boots:
I teach four classes per semester and occasionally a summer course; at best, I make $28,000 annually, after taxes….
This past summer, a few months before embarking on my fourth round on the academic job market, and without any courses to teach for the semester, I found myself in a financial snafu. With no money in my checking account and no paycheck on the horizon, I had about a week to cobble together a couple grand before rent was due. The clock kept ticking; there was no lifeboat in sight. I was hungry. So I swallowed my pride, reluctantly dusted off my corset, and dialed up the old dungeon. By the end of the week, I was back in the sex trade, beating, humiliating, and degrading men (and sometimes women) for $90 an hour, plus tips — slightly above my hourly adjunct pay before taxes.
But no one in academia really understands the intellectual paradoxes:

Sex work…exposes the scholar’s body in a way that highlights the very vulnerability and, indeed, the humanity that academic work politely ignores. It lays bare the prevailing truth that bodily exertion cannot be acknowledged unless it is in service of intellectual work — never mind survival. The academic sex worker, selling her body to subsidize her brain, is a mirror: See how my candle burns at both ends. Look at how I set myself ablaze for you.

At the same time, the academic sex worker illuminates the insidious class tension that structures academia. Look at me, whip in one hand, Foucault in the other. Am I not decadent? And yet, I have the audacity to claim, with a face beneath my foot, that I suffer from poverty?

Plus, being a dominatrix is no picnic:

As a curious foil to academic labor, which is both difficult and underfunded, sex work is often misconceived as easy and lucrative. It is neither. Sex work — an umbrella term for an industry that includes escorts, strippers, dominatrixes, sugar babies, adult-film performers, and phone-sex operators — is labor intensive. My own field of domination requires physical strength for corporal sessions, mental agility for role play, a keen awareness of time management to schedule and perform the components of a scene, and the stamina to take session after session over an eight-hour shift.

Like with adjuncting, my income from sex work seems reasonable on paper, but that’s because it reflects only the hours spent in session, not the time that goes into training, planning, or promoting. While a particularly skilled and successful Domme may pull in six figures a year, sex work is more often a means of making ends meet. I, for instance, earn about $500 a week — hardly enough to make a dent in my six-figure student-loan debt.

So Mistress Snow is royally teed off at “Anne”:
What the academic sex worker needs from her mentor, though, isn’t confusion or derision. She needs to know that, despite the academy’s devaluation of her labor, her work is valuable….

I’ve started lying, like I wish I had to Anne. I cry more, I sleep less, I doubt my own ability to mentor my students. Am I, too, capable of such cruelty?

As a Domme, I am paid to be consensually cruel. Anne’s cruelty is both gratis and gratuitous. Despite her disdain for BDSM, she is a natural at it.

And yet, I miss her. Her abandonment echoes through me, my hollow body, and I feel an absence in my heart as though she took the space she occupied in it with her.

Besides feeling a lot of empathy with “Anne”–who obviously realized that she didn’t want her academic good name associated with a hysteria-case in a leather teddy–I’ve concluded that Mistress Snow doesn’t need a mentor. She needs a dominatrix of her own.

So let me briefly assume that role:

There’s no such thing as a “mom” in grad school. You’re an adult professional, and so are your professors. “Anne” had a scholarly reputation to protect, and so do you. So quit whining about “abandonment.” Try to be more like “Anne.” Maintain appropriate professional distance from your colleagues.

If you must take up “sex work” to support yourself because your preferred profession doesn’t pay, don’t tell anyone: not your “dissertation mom” or your real mom. They won’t understand. They just won’t. Most people think it’s icky, at the very least, to engage in sexual intimacy with strangers for money. They will either feel sorry for you or avoid you like the plague. Save your spicy stories for when you get old and rich. Then you can tell all in your memoirs.

Get out of adjuncting–it’s for losers. The reason you can’t find a tenure-track job (after four years of looking!) is that your professors and others like them turned the “humanities” into tired and dull-witted leftist propaganda programs (“Foucault”) that students shun, Find yourself a real job that will pay some decent money and help you pay off that giant student loan that you foolishly took out when you already knew or should have known that the academic employment market is shot. At $90 an hour, you ought to be making at least $200,000 a year. And if you’re not, try something else. Get off your duff.


Posted by Charlotte Allen

Washington Post: Let’s re-report this hate-crime hoax so we can blame it on Trump–and also blame the perp’s Trump-supporting mother

  • Rise in hate crimes following Trump's election win
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Here’s how the local media in Indiana reported in 2017 about the spray-painted phrases “Heil Trump” and “Fag Church” that appeared shortly after the 2016 election on the outside of a a liberal Episcopal church in a Trump-supporting rural Indiana county:

BEAN BLOSSOM, Ind. — A Bean Blossom, Indiana, church has fired the organist who confessed earlier this month to defacing the building with anti-gay, anti-Donald Trump and anti-Semitic graffiti – but says it will offer him a “path to reconciliation.”

George Nathaniel Stang, 26, admitted to police he had purchased black spray paint at Bloomington Hardware and used it to deface St. David’s Episcopal Church last November. Stang then reported the graffiti to police as a possible hate crime.

Stang told police he wanted to “mobilize a movement” because he was disappointed in and fearful of the results of the general election.

Brown County Prosecutor Theodore F. Adams called Stang’s deception a “blight on our small and diverse community.” His office has filed charges of institutional criminal mischief, a class “A” misdemeanor, against Stang.

Here’s how the Washington Post re-reports the story in 2019:

Driving east on State Road 46, Bloomington’s neat outer subdivisions give way to church steeples, rusting mailboxes and satellite television dishes, a landscape of forested hills and hollows that feels more Appalachian than Midwestern. Many of the county’s 15,000 residents embraced the rise of President Trump, who captured 63 percent of the vote.

Rusted mailboxes.

But few of those supporters worshiped at St. David’s Episcopal Church. The small congregation welcomed same-sex weddings. Its rector was a woman. God was routinely invoked during sermons with a female pronoun.

The nice people.

To the parishioners who gathered in the parking lot to stare at the graffiti on the morning of Nov. 13, 2016, the motive for the crime — and its connection to a season of political vitriol — seemed obvious. Jim Huber, the church’s senior warden, found his thoughts turning to a nearby property flying a Confederate flag. Michael Day, a retired doctor, felt an upswell of righteous anger. “My attitude was, ‘This is my church family. My family has been hurt,’ ” Day recalled. “I was ready to go out Nazi-hunting.”

Because people who support Trump always greet each other with “Heil Trump” instead of “Hi.”

Real hate crimes far outnumber fake ones. Exact estimates vary, but academic researchers put the number of confirmed hate hoaxes in 2016 in the dozens — a tiny fraction of the 6,121 crimes of bias reported that year to the Federal Bureau of Investigation….

“Each one of these cases that happen is cited as a reason we shouldn’t have hate-crime legislation — that all hate crimes are made up,” said Jack McDevitt, director of the Institute on Race and Justice at Northeastern University.

The reality, he added, is very different: Many hate crime victims are afraid to go to police. “The problem is underreporting, not overreporting,” McDevitt said.

So there, haters.

[Stang] became a standout in the high school band and orchestra; then a music major at Stetson University; then a composition student in the master’s program at the Eastman School of Music, one of the nation’s top conservatories, in Rochester, N.Y.

In his 20s he won awards for a body of works that ranged from “Undertow,” a brooding rejoinder to Claude Debussy’s languid “La Mer,” to “Side-scroller,” an orchestral homage to the games of his childhood that incorporated the Super Mario Bros. theme. Arriving at Indiana University to pursue his PhD in music composition, he created and taught a popular course on video game music in which undergraduates could be found listening to their charismatic young instructor discuss melodic shapes in scenes of monster-slaying.

“He is one of the most talented musicians I know,” said Jay Hurst, a fellow IU doctoral student and composer.

A musical genius.

But his relationship with his mother began to fray. In temperament and intellectual interests, Rhonda — an extroverted newspaper ad clerk — was very different from her son. Still, for as long as Stang could remember, she had been his closest friend and confidante….

He had come out in 2008, when he arrived at Stetson. Though his mother had long suspected he was gay, she struggled to accept it. She dreamed of grandchildren, and a devoted daughter-in-law. She worried about her son being persecuted.

“I have no problem with anyone being gay,” she said. “But it was a little different when it came to my own kid.”

Yet it was politics, not sexual identity, that drove mother and son apart.

When Barack Obama was elected, Rhonda embraced the tea party movement.

The beginning of the end.

After several months, Rhonda moved to Tennessee. Not long afterward she adopted another belief that astounded her son, and would prove to be his breaking point. She thought Trump should be president.

His breaking point.

[Sheriff’s investigator Brian] Shrader’s words were a mix of truths and lies, pressure and patience, sympathy and ruthlessness….Cellphone data indicated Stang had been in Bean Blossom on Saturday night, but there was no surveillance video, and the FBI had never come in on the case.

Most of all, the detective deceived the organist about the purpose of his visit. He knew Stang had no criminal record, and believed he was a good guy who had committed an impulsive act. But he wasn’t there to help him.

Meanie cop. Aren’t the police supposed to be social workers?

[A] group of Stang’s friends gathered to hear him explain what he had done. What Stang offered, as they choked back their anger and tears, was a version of the formal statement he had written after Shrader’s visit.

He was frightened, he wrote, by Trump’s rhetoric. “I felt very scared and alone and, at the time, really didn’t know why I was doing what I was doing….”

Trump is scary. He can make you do bad things.

At a time of political and religious certainty, Sean Hannity and Rachel Maddow, celebrity pastors and nondenominational megachurches, the quiet tolerance and familiar rituals found at St. David’s were facing extinction. But they appealed deeply to Jan Benham, a retired doctor who was one of the two people taking Holy Communion on this October evening.

“If anything smells of certitude, I tend to run the other direction,” said Benham, 78, who has worshiped at St. David’s for 14 years. “I don’t believe anyone is lost forever. I don’t believe in hell, and I may not believe in a literal heaven.”

A member of the choir, Benham was close to Stang, and felt the sting of betrayal when she learned he was responsible for the violation of the church. But she also felt remorse that neither she nor her fellow parishioners had recognized the pain that drove him to his crime.

The Washington Post sure knows how to re-report a story!

Posted by Charlotte Allen

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas: Media trash Melania’s White House Yuletide decorations for third year in a row

As certain as roof Santas and “Silver Bells” on the Safeway audio.

Daily Beast:

The first lady ditched the creepy ballet dancers and blood red trees that decorated the White House in Christmases past, opting instead for bright lights, bows, and bobbles that in any other home might look cheerful—if incredibly ostentatious….

“The Spirit of America,” as Melania so subtly calls her state-sponsored jingoism, is the most sterile of her three attempts at holiday decorating. It appears preemptively designed to be impossible to poke fun at, unlike last year’s Shining-esque color scheme or the stark-bare, dreary tree branches erected in 2017….

Like the way she dresses, Melania’s “beautiful exhibit” lacks the genuine merriment that compels Americans to get off their couch the weekend after Thanksgiving and put up a heavy, cumbersome, oh-God-why-is-this-thing-sticky Christmas tree in the first place.

Mother Jones:

During the entire video, she displays virtually no enthusiasm for anything other than periodically straightening something that the lazy servants apparently didn’t get quite right.


The White House revealed the First Lady’s latest Yuletide concoction today with a video, in which Melania is seen traipsing through the halls in a ghastly white robe, sprinkling patriotic Christmas glitter and nefarious pine wreaths about…

Mostly, though, this year’s decorations are f[—]ing ugly Which is a shame! An actual evil mastermind, or witch of any reputability, would have used this opportunity to distract the masses from the ongoing impeachment hearings concerning her husband and his many, many cronies.

Refinery 29:

Melania Trump revealed the official 2019 White House holiday decorations today and — ugh! — they are pretty and only a little bit weird. After last year’s blood-icicle trees and 2017’s spooky ice queen aesthetic, my hopes were very, very high for something equally ghastly. But a video of the first lady guiding us through the People’s House reveals a distinctly less dystopian take on the season this time around. Is the War on Christmas real? Because I feel attacked by all this bland niceness!…

Whoever saw fit to suppress Melania’s natural inclination to turn tree-trimming into an expression of the bottomless void in her soul had their work cut out for them, however. It appears that the first lady might have taken design control in the East Colonnade, where silver stars, their points sharpened to a glinting razor’s edge, float menacingly above lit glass panels. Looks dangerous! I like it!

Daily Kos:

I have to admit the Winter Wonderland this Christmas at the White House is very pretty, especially to the God awful Christmas decor of their first two years. This one is actually very pretty. It appears phony, like every thing else though….

Maybe next year it will be decorated in all orange. Wouldn’t that be more fitting for the Trump presidency?

Washington Post:

The theme this year is “The Spirit of America,” and the dominant color is wintry white with festive bursts of holiday red. It’s all quite lovely. So there’s that.

For her tour, Mrs. Trump wears all white: a dress with a simple jewel neckline, white stiletto-heeled pumps and a white coat. The coat is draped over her shoulders as she strolls through the White House.

The coat looks ridiculous.

As Trump gazes pleasantly at all that her staff and a host of volunteers have accomplished, her attire suggests that she’s casually passing through and has little affinity for the occasion. She’s not getting comfortable, so why should you?

As certain as the kelly-green sweater with the reindeer apliqués.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Not just the “Barron/baron”: Stanford law prof Pamela Karlan’s bad puns on public occasions go back for decades

You might have thought Democratic Rep. Jerrold Nadler’s round of law professors opining on whether President Donald J. Trump is impeachment material was going to be one dreary legalistic slog. That’s because you didn’t realize that one of the profs, Pamela Karlan of Stanford, has a second career as biting humorist and pun-meistress.
You can’t keep a funny woman down, so the wisecracking professor swiftly turned what was supposed to be about high crimes and misdemeanors focusing all eyes on Orange Man into a standup routine focusing all eyes on Karlan herself:
“Contrary to what President Trump has said, Article 2 [of the Constitution] does not give him the power to do anything he wants,” testified Pamela Karlan, a professor at Stanford Law School. “The Constitution says there can be no titles of nobility, so while the president can name his son Barron, he can’t make him a baron.”
This isn’t the first time Karlan has deftly worked attention-grabbing wit into chin-pulling legal proceedings. Here she is before the Supreme Court on Oct. 7, 2019, trying to get stuffy Justice Samuel Alito persuaded that the firing of two men from their jobs allegedly because they were gay amounted to sex discrimination in employment banned by the 1964 Civil Rights Act even though the act itself refers only to one’s sex, not one’s sexual orientation:
JUSTICE ALITO:  Is that discrimination on the basis of sex where the decisionmaker doesn’t even know the person’s sex?
MS. KARLAN: And — and how do they know the person’s sexual orientation?
JUSTICE ALITO: Because somebody who interviewed the candidates tells them that.
MS. KARLAN: And they are unable to tell anything about the person’s sex?
MS. KARLAN: So this is Saturday Night Live Pat, as — as an example, right?
JUSTICE ALITO: Well, I’m not familiar with that.
MS. KARLAN: Which is the person named Pat, and you can never tell whether Pat is a man or a woman.
More of Prof. Karlan’s finely honed penchant for punning, from her 2009 graduation speech at Stanford Law School:
Members of the graduating class, spouses, partners, children, and friends of the graduates, parents of the graduates and also their in-laws, members of OUTLaw, people who are bisexual and people who are bilingual and people who are biracial, people of color, people in the minority, other dissenters, people who want to do justice and people who plan to be a Justice, people who represent the convicted and people with convictions,people with backbone, people with six-pack abs, people with staggering figures andpeople who owe staggering figures, well-paid people, underpaid people, members of the faculty, people with citations in the Stanford Law Review or from the Stanford Police Department….
Don’t you want to laugh along with Karlan going on and on in this vein forever?
And even more wordplay, from her closing remarks at the 2006 convention of the American Constitutional Society:
Professor Karlan suggested that “we need a rule of law that’s more than just a law of rules. We need laws that are just, and not just laws that satisfy the presentment clause.”
The  punstering wit of Karlan, whom admirers call “the Antonia Scalia of the left,” almost won her a seat on the Supreme Court in 2009–but then-President Barack Obama apparently thought the better of it and chose the more “moderate” Sonia Sotomayor instead.
Ah, the high court’s loss, but our jokestering gain…forever, it would seem.
Posted by Charlotte Allen

Bye bye, Braque; adios, El Greco: Baltimore Museum of Art pledges not to buy or exhibit a single work in 2020 if the artist is a man

Image: Amy Sherald
Roll over, Michaelangelo, and tell Tintoretto the news: You won’t be welcome in Charm City next year.
The Baltimore Museum of Art, in order to make up for the fact that such a danged large number of artists are men–you know, Botticelli, Titian, Van Gogh, and the rest of them–that it’s going to spend all of 2020 buying and exhibiting only works by women. So instead of looking at The Raft of the Medusa or Les Demoiselles D’Avignon next year in Baltimore, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of works by the lady who painted the above portrait of Michelle Obama that doesn’t look a whole lot like Michelle Obama.
Museum director Christopher Bedford said Thursday that every artwork the BMA purchases for its permanent collection next year — every painting, every sculpture, every ceramic figurine — will have been created by a woman….
The Sun describes the new policy as “designed to reverse the art world’s historic marginalization of female artists.” Apparently only 4 percent of the 95,000 works in the museum’s permanent collection are the creations of women. And since the city of Baltimore’s population is 53 percent female, how unfair can you get?
“This how you raise awareness and shift the identity of an institution,” Bedford said. “You don’t just purchase one painting by a female artist of color and hang it on the wall next to a painting by Mark Rothko. To rectify centuries of imbalance, you have to do something radical.”…
“We’re attempting to correct our own canon,” Bedford said. “We recognize the blind spots we have had in the past, and we are taking the initiative to do something about them.”
Although if you happen to be a biologically male artist who identifies as a woman, you can still sneak into Bedford’s Baltimore venue:
[The museum’s 2020 roster] will include works by at least one transgender woman, Zackary Drucker, a Los Angeles-based artist and consultant for the Amazon original television series “Transparent.”…
Bedford’s canon-correction efforts on behalf of his museum got him into some hot water in the art world in 2018:

Last year, Bedford’s decision to sell seven artworks in the museum’s collection by such modern masters as Andy Warhol, Robert Rauschenberg and Franz Kline to purchase paintings and sculptures by women and artists of color aroused an art world uproar. A letter to the editor in the Sun by David Maril, who father was an artist who served on the BMA’s board, described that decision as “horrendous.”

The museum sold five of the paintings for nearly $8 million and used some proceeds to buy works by such prominent contemporary artists as Mark Bradford and Amy Sherald [yeah, Michelle Obama’s portraitist].

Still, Baltimorans and visitors to the city alike have something to look forward to at the museum in 2020:

The highlights of next year’s exhibition schedule likely will be a two ticketed shows: a selection of videos by the South African artist Candice Breitz that opens in March and touches upon such topics as the lives of immigrants and sex workers….

Not all of Charm City’s women artists were charmed by Bedford’s decision however. No sooner had he made his announcement than this unhappy manifesto appeared in Bmore Art:

Some felt frustrated—not with the BMA, necessarily, but towards the systematic exclusion and devaluation of art made by women since the dawn of time. For others, the announcement prompted critique of an understanding of gender that’s limited by the binary of male and female. Some asked about logistics: How will this acquisition plan actually be accomplished? How seriously can we take the notion that this is a way to truly “rectify centuries of imbalance”? How many years would it actually take to achieve parity/proportionality—in terms of the dearth of art by women in the collection, as well as the lack of art by Black people and people of color, and the absence of art by nonbinary folks?

Maybe Bedford can devote 2021 to buying up paintings and statues made by “nonbinary folks.” But don’t be surprised if after that he gets a lot of complaints alleging neglect of the “two-spirit” artistic community.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Ana Navarro is the Republicanest Republican in the world: Voted for Hillary, bought Kamala Harris T-shirts, calls Joe Biden “a decent man”–but Elise Stefanik is a jerk

Ana Navarro

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Ana “That Sheriff Guy With the Hat” Navarro is my favoritest Republican ever. Because everything that the Republican Party stands for–Ana stands for it, too!

Like: Making fun of African-Americans when they don’t act the way you want them to. After all Republicans are supposed to be racists, aren’t they?

The “two Cubic Zirconia & Polyester-Spandex ladies” was an especially nice Black People of Walmart touch.

Let’s look some more at Ana’s Twitter feed to see what other super-Republican views the most Republicanest Republican in the whole world holds:

Ana on the Democratic presidential debates:

For over 10 hours today, we watched Impeachment Hearings revealing the mafia tactics -unethical at best, criminal at worst- of the Trump (mis)Administration. Now, watching Democrats vigorously debate actual policy. The contrast is dramatic. It’s different universes.

Ana on Democratic presidential candidate Joe Biden:

I don’t care if @JoeBiden mis-speaks. He’s been making minor gaffes all his life. It’s not about lying or trying to offend. He’s decent, a man of substance.

Ana on Democratic presidential contender Cory Booker:

Appreciate @CoryBooker using his voice and experience as a former Mayor to try to bring some bipartisan pragmatism to the gun issue. On both sides, we need fewer extremists and more people willing to find a solution. Inaction, the status quo, is not acceptable.

Ana on Democratic presidential contender Kamala Harris:

Anybody who thinks Democrats are wringing their hands and not energized about their candidates, hasn’t spoken to the folks in Miami. They turned out strong for Kamala tonight.

Ana on Democratic presidential contender Kamala Harris again:

I bought shirts from @KamalaHarris  website to give to young women in my life, so they know little girls of color can grow-up to be Presidential candidates or anything else they dream.

Ana on Democratic Rep. Ilhan Omar:

We can disagree w/ @Ilhan’s policies. I do. But I also recognize being a black, immigrant, Muslim woman probably puts her at greater risk from a triggered whacko. That’s why incendiary rhetoric, and chants of “Send her back!” should be condemned.

Ana on GOP Rep. Elise Stefanik:

Congressperson on the Committee, inside the room, is reading tweets and trolling a TV host during this crucial hearing and important testimony. Cuz you know, tweeting seems more important than focusing on a Congressional responsibility.

And finally, Ana on 2016 Democratic presidential contender Hillary Clinton:

She won 3 million more votes. She was elected by the majority of the American people. She lost the Electoral College.

I can’t believe how Republican the world’s Republicanest Republican is–can you?

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Happy Thanksgiving from the New Yorker: The holiday is actually about “downplaying…slavery,” “marginalization of…Latinx,” “rise of eugenics,” and “heads on poles”

Happy Thanksgiving from the New Yorker!

Fretting over late-nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century immigration, American mythmakers discovered that the Pilgrims, and New England as a whole, were perfectly cast as national founders: white, Protestant, democratic, and blessed with an American character centered on family, work, individualism, freedom, and faith.

The new story aligned neatly with the defeat of American Indian resistance in the West and the rising tide of celebratory regret that the anthropologist Renato Rosaldo once called “imperialist nostalgia.” Glorifying the endurance of white Pilgrim founders diverted attention from the brutality of Jim Crow and racial violence, and downplayed the foundational role of African slavery. The fable also allowed its audience to avert its eyes from the marginalization of Asian and Latinx labor populations, the racialization of Southern European and Eastern European immigrants, and the rise of eugenics. At Thanksgiving, white New England cheerfully shoved the problematic South and West off to the side, and claimed America for itself….

Thanksgiving’s Pilgrim pageants suggest that good-hearted settlers arrived from pious, civilized England. We could remember it differently: that they came from a land that delighted in displaying heads on poles and letting bodies rot in cages suspended above the roads….

Posted by Charlotte Allen