In California belief in the goodness of our state universities is best understood as a civic religion, which makes it difficult when faculty like me and Chris Newfield try to tell the public that its universities have become worse
Tracking down texts that gracefully bridge theory and praxis can be a thankless quest. Yet every so often we stumble upon a remarkable book which somehow manages to toe the line between the two.
I’m El Salvadoran to an Oaxacan, mulatto to a Haitian squinting her eyes, black to the negro curious about America’s slave past, and white to any Anglo too busy finding what they want to see there. Either I am nobody, or I am a nation.