Arrr! I be a learned Black swashbuckler, and here be me tale of why I cast off academia's anchor!
2024-11-17
Arrr, matey! I be a learned Black Ph.D., but the seas o' academia grew stormy, so I sailed away! That relentless liberal wind be blowin' fury 'gainst good ol' Western Civilization, makin' me eye roll like a drunken sailor! So I hoisted me flag and took to the open sea!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale of academia's shipwreck. Once a grand vessel of knowledge, the hallowed halls of learning be now riddled with squabbling scallywags and their grievance cannons. Aye, what was once mere chatter in 2014 be now a firing squad of cancel culture, where the good ol’ art of critical thinking be tossed overboard like a bilge rat!These landlubbers be claimin’ that reason and logic be “White ways of knowin’,” while dancin’ ‘round with their precious feelings like a bunch of landlocked mermaids. Wherefore, ye ask, would a hearty soul like meself want to stay in such a tempest? The answer, me hearties, be that the very notion of merit has been cast adrift, and I be branded “inauthentically Black” for merely thinkin’ straight!
As the tides turn, ye see, even the mightiest of institutions be sinkin' like an anchor. Enrollment be droppin' faster than a sailor’s trousers in a storm. Yet, whispers of a backlash against this wokeness be brewin’! The tides may change, but I won’t be waitin' for a fair breeze. I’m chartin’ a course for new horizons, seekin' the freedom to speak me mind without fear of the mutinous crew. With me compass set to integrity and individualism, I sail forth, leavin’ the ivory tower to rot amidst the barnacles!