I NEED SCREENCAPS OF JLD/CRANSTON IMMEDIATELY
Even while surrounded by unmistakable threat, Claire avoids becoming the obliging waif the inhabitants of Leoch expect her to be. She springs into action, knowing that the only way to get back to her time is to get used to this one. If this were Westeros, we might say she knows how to play the game. But even as she dons the apparel and adopts the colloquialisms, she remains the same cheeky woman we met in 1945. “For a woman, you ask too many questions,” spits Dougal’s crony. “So I’ve been told,” she retorts, suggesting challenging gender roles has kind of been her thing well before the time jump. The fact that we’re taking this journey through the perspective of a woman makes things infinitely more interesting, especially because Claire so closely resembles the archetypal reluctant male hero we’re used to seeing in the fantasy genre. Outlander seems determined to flip that script.
Requiring students to learn about race is crucial… necessary even. But I also think it’s necessary that we tell students very directly that their coursework alone won’t earn them any social justice gold stars. We need to be more explicit when establishing safe spaces in classrooms where race is being discussed: ”safe spaces” should not mean spaces where students can say racist things and be absolved of blame. They should be safe spaces for marginalized voices. White guilt, white tears, and white saviorism have no place in these classrooms. We need to teach students not to just understand what the master’s tools and the master’s house are, but what they mean.
Most of all, we need to recognize the limitations of academics. We need to teach students to listen, to be vulnerable and admit fault. Academics can fuel action. I consider all of my friends to be fiercely intelligent. They’re thoughtful and well-educated, and profess to be progressive. But some of them are also the kind of people who remain silent over Israel’s attacks on Gaza, worried that speaking out could hurt their job prospects. Because American individualism seems to be one lesson universities struggle to unteach.
A degree can’t be used as proof that you “understand my struggle.” A degree can’t be used as a shield against criticism. Most of all, a degree can’t be used as a weapon to invalidate my lived experiences. How can a piece of paper on a wall weigh more than the burden I carry just for existing as a woman of color? Your degree counts for something, but it’s not enough.
"I Have a Cultural Studies Degree" is the new "I Have Black Friends" by Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya (via queer-filam-artivism)
HEY THAT’S ME!!! I said that!! <333