Tuesday September 16, 2014
May 18th, 2014
The word "crisis" pops up frequently in "Ivory Tower," a compelling new documentary about the state of higher education in America.
It pops up in regard to the mountains of student debt. It pops up in regard to the steep drop in government funding for public universities, which have been forced to charge higher and higher tuition in response. That price increase is also a "crisis" in the estimation of one of many alarmed educators and experts on camera.
There has been much mockery of political correctness run amok on college campuses this spring, with knots of know-it-all students and teachers knifing their commencement speakers.
The Times' Timothy Egan dubbed the protesters "commencement bigots," and The Wall Street Journal's Daniel Henninger christened the trend the "Bonfire of the Humanities" - a "ritualistic burning of college-commencement heretics."
As long as I live, I'll never forget the rickshaw driver, tears streaming down his cheeks, rushing a gravely injured student to a hospital - and away from the soldiers who had just gunned him down.
That rickshaw driver was a brave man, a better man than I, and he taught me an indelible lesson.
Elizabeth Warren is cast as many things: a populist, a left-winger, the paladin against the bankers and the rich, the Democrats' alternative to Hillary Clinton, the policy wonk with a heart.
Republican panic at the prospect of facing Hillary Clinton in the 2016 presidential race has suddenly reached Godzilla-nearing-Tokyo proportions.
The election is more than two years away, and Clinton hasn't even decided whether to run. But none of this seems to matter to the GOP strategists and spinmeisters who are launching the whole arsenal at her -- smears, innuendo, false charges. Already, they've moved beyond distorting her record to simply making stuff up.
When Principal Patrick Pope arrived at Savoy Elementary School in the blighted Anacostia neighborhood in March 2011, his impression was bleak: "It was the saddest school I'd ever been in."
What do they call it when a man gets fired from a top job?
Wednesday. Or, if appropriate, Monday or Tuesday or Thursday or Friday.
When a woman gets fired, it's called breaking news.
As an uncle I'm inconsistent about too many things.
Birthdays, for example. My nephew Mark had one Sunday, and I didn't remember - and send a text - until 10 p.m., by which point he was asleep.
School productions, too. I saw my niece Bella in "Seussical: The Musical" but missed "The Wiz." She played Toto, a feat of trans-species transmogrification that not even Meryl, with all of her accents, has pulled off.