Affirmative action? *humor*
szmrtnz at peseta.ucdavis.edu
Wed Mar 22 01:36:15 EST 1995
Here's a little affirmative action humor from the March 16, 1995 San
Francisco Examiner written by Rob Morse. It makes important points to
keep in mind. -neo
bodega marine lab
White men still run America (Ninety-one percent of all executives are
WMs). They're doing it so badly there are fewer jobs for everyone. But
the way insecure white men tell the story, disabled African American
lesbians took their jobs.
It all comes down to stories. Mine is called "How good, old-fashioned
white man's affirmative action worked for me." It probably worked
something like this for the exec who sent your job to Macao.
It was back in the '60s and'70s, before Richard Nixon pumped up
affirmative action for black Americans. My affirmative action was prep
school. There I learned basic skills, including test-taking. Senior
year I put in a few hours with a No. 2 pencil, and got into Harvard.
It helped that I was from Rhode Island. In the '60s they had
"geographical distribution," not quotas. Being from a small state was a
plus. Nobody sneered at me as being unqualified because I came from
Well, I was unqualified to be at the nation's leading university, but so
were half the other young men. Most of the football team and sons of
alumni would have made adequate janitors. Only a dozen kids in my class
of 1,200 were black. They were very well qualified, except perhaps for a
couple of the African princes.
Nowadays there are more minority students at Harvard, but just as many
idiot sons of rich alumni. The point is, qualifications are what you
make them. You might as well pick qualifications that spread the
American dream around.
After Harvard I was qualified to go out and rule the world. Instead I
bartended and taught school (as the only male I was offered the job of
pricipal after two years). Finally, I achieved downward mobility by
getting into journalism as a messenger.
Level playing field? Nothing's quite on the level.
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