"Yes, it’s probably fair to say Carleton leans left, but doing so also blankets the campus in one beige color of sameness. I worry about those who feel they don’t fit into the beige blanket."
I know that this phrase signals home. I know the descent of planes into “America’s Finest City” by heart. I love San Diego so much that my fear of flying vanishes when I see the landmarks of the place I was born during the flight descent.
Eau Claire is a pretty typical Midwestern town. There isn’t much to do. There are a couple of rivers (floating on the Chippewa River is popular in the summer months), some decent restaurants, and a few movie theaters, including one of the ever-rarer nostalgia mines that is the drive-in theater.
I hail from Edina, Minnesota: land of the cake eaters and home of the world’s first indoor shopping mall. I grew up in a Minnesotan paradise full of large houses, country clubs, fake tanned people, and Juicy Couture sweat suits.
Things That Complicate My Relationship With New England.
I believe the Board’s response [to divestment] is part of a problem of mass denial, a failure in the consciousness of our society as a whole.
We live in a society of fear. We Americans, we Minnesotans, we Carls do live in fear of ourselves and our own thoughts.
Yesterday I watched five bison go from living animals to flanks of meat ready to be cut and packaged for consumption.
The simple arithmetic of the fossil fuel problem
They are ignoring the irony of “securing” Carleton’s future by profiting off a business plan that will destroy that very future.
I believe that the most profound existential crisis the human species has ever faced --- global warming and climate change ---- is sufficient grounds for the change of course suggested by Mr. Weitz and the Board of Trustees.
My work at Carleton as a food activist could perhaps be interpreted as “food divestment.”