Every time I hear that tired argument against teaching "Western civilization", something to the tune of "We shouldn't be teaching about the accomplishments of a bunch of dead white men since they're the oppressors" I think about my World History class at UW-MC. More specifically, I think about what my professor always said about Western civilization. As he addressed the all-white class, he made his views quite clear. "Remember guys. You have nothing to do with this. The Greeks and Babylonians were dark-skinned and kinky-haired. While they were creating history your ancestors were eating raw meat in caves."
we stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how like those indians, lost in the rainforest forced to drag burning wood wherever they went they had all forgotten how to start a fire
this is why people OD on pills and jump from the Golden Gate Bridge anything to feel weightless again
those poor lost indians when the white man found them most died of TB, the rest went insane in our motel room, you're drinking Slice and gin reading Moby Dick on the other bed remember the first time we slept together you said it felt like when you learned to float
this is why people OD on pills and jump from the Golden Gate Bridge anything to feel weightless again
I'm amused that every time I make a cup of tea I forget about it before drinking it and hence I have half full glasses of very strong, tepid tea scattered about my living quarters.