by Burt Prelutsky

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It’s a shame that when it comes to local elections, so much attention is paid to the race for mayor and barely any to the election of school boards and school superintendants. That’s because the mayor generally has to answer to a city council, whereas those with authority over schools are essentially unchecked and are free to begin destroying the minds of our kids, preparing them to be brainwashed zombies by the time they lurch out of college.

Although you occasionally hear about parents trying to fight the system, it is usually a losing battle because, one, not enough people have any idea how bad the teachers and the administrators are, and, two, it’s a lot of trouble for hard-working parents to find the time or the will to battle the deeply entrenched left-wingers.

In a recent issue of The New American, Selwyn Duke wrote an article titled “Craziness in Kids’ Classes.”

If you’re old enough to have attended school when the emphasis was on the basic subjects, reading, writing and math, be prepared to suffer culture shock by what’s going on even in elementary school. The basics now involve the latter-day three R’s: racism, revisionism and relativism.

The indoctrination includes making white students feel guilty about being the recipients of “white privilege.” They are also taught that homosexuality and transgenderism are norms. Nobody wants to see kids being bullied and ridiculed because they’re not heterosexual, but it is lunacy to pretend such people are representative of the normal human condition.

Apparently, the Edina, Minnesota, school system is a Petri dish for every bit of academic insanity in America. As Mr. Duke writes: “In 2013, school officials launched a full court press to achieve ‘racial equity,’ a euphemistic cover for hardcore leftist social engineering.”

In order to explain why black and Hispanic students didn’t do as well as white and Asian children, the school authorities blamed “institutional racial bias,” which, you’d think, would strike even those louts as bizarre, considering that Asians are an easily-identifiable racial group one would expect would also be the victims of racial bigotry. And yet it doesn’t seem to affect their academic achievements.

The Weekly Standard reported the news this way: “The Edina school district’s All for All plan mandated that henceforth ‘all teaching and learning experiences’ would be viewed through the ‘lens of racial equity,’ and that only ‘racially conscious’ teachers and administrators should be hired. District leaders assured parents this would reduce Edina’s racial achievement gap, which they attributed to ‘barriers rooted in racial constructs and cultural misunderstandings.”

It gets worse, as most bad things tend to do.

At the local Edina elementary school, the principal runs a blog for the school’s community, where she regularly posts pictures of Black Lives Matter propaganda and rainbow gay-pride flags, along with a picture of protesters holding a banner proclaiming “Gay Marriage Is Our Right.”

This goofus has also posted items from a book aimed at very young children, “A is for Activist.” Among her posts are “F is for Feminist,” “C is for Creative Counter to Corporate Vultures” and “T is for Trans.”

“At Edina High School,” Mr. Duke reports, “the equity agenda is the leading edge of a full-scale ideological reeducation campaign. A course description of an 11th-grade U.S. Literature and Composition puts it this way: ‘By the end of the year, you will have learned how to apply Marxist, feminist, post-colonial and psychoanalytical lenses to literature.”

You might like to think that Edina is an outlier, but it’s not. By the time that your kids’ or your grandkids’ teachers have graduated from their teachers’ colleges, they have been absorbing this progressive swill for 17 or 18 years, and they would have risen as one and applauded what the nincompoops are doing in Edina.

And lest I forget, it’s worth noting that “To Kill a Mockingbird” has joined “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” on the list of books banned for our schools because it, too, employs vernacular speech, which some blacks and some white blockheads find offensive even if they haven’t bothered reading either book.

⦿ As if the world of education hasn’t already worked overtime to make itself ridiculous, it seems that at the University of Utah, America’s babysitters have introduced something they’re actually calling crying closets. It appears that safe spots on college campuses are no longer enough. The idea seems to be that the students require these closets and the company of stuffed animals as a coping device when the stress of taking tests becomes too great and they need a place where they can cry for 10 minutes.

Although we’ve heard there’s no crying in baseball, it seems there’s more of it taking place in college than in nursery school.

I am puzzled, though, by the time limit. What happens if the little boobs haven’t finished crying at the 10-minute mark. Does some thug stand by with a stopwatch, ready to rip the door open and announce: “Get out of here, you whiny baby, or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

I’m finding it hard to imagine what a letter home from college must read like these days. “Dear Mumsy and Popsy: You can’t imagine what a living hell it is. Classes from 10 to 3, with barely two hours for lunch. And the homework never stops. You would think the professors would talk to each other so they could avoid giving us homework on the same day. Just yesterday, I not only had to read a chapter in Saul Alinsky’s ‘Rules for Radicals,’ but two entire chapters in ‘A is for Activist’. Fortunately, I was able to spend 10 precious minutes recovering in the crying closet this afternoon with my teddy bear or I don’t know how I would have survived. Your loving son, Michael.”

⦿ After reading my recent tribute to the character actors and actresses who made the movies of the 30s and 40s so memorable, a few people asked me if I had considered some of their favorites. I had, but I had rejected them. However, I did have at least one glaring omission on my own list. That was Edmund Gwenn, who made his mark in “Foreign Correspondent,” “Apartment for Peggy” and “Mr. 880,” but forged his reputation with his Oscar-winning portrayal of Santa Claus in “Miracle on 34th Street.”

Someone asked me if I had a list of my least-favorite. I didn’t, so I made one up. Unlike my earlier list, it’s not limited to supporting players. The following are the 11 people who had the ability to ruin a movie for me by their mere presence. In alphabetical order, they are: Dick Foran, Paul Henreid, Cecil Kellaway, Pat O’Brien, Anthony Quinn, Beah Richards, Robert Ryan, Gale Sondergaard, Ned Sparks, Robert Taylor and Chill Wills.

I’m sure to ruffle a few feathers, but I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to lie. Feel free to send me your feeble defenses of Quinn, O’Brien and Ryan. However, don’t bother even trying to defend Henreid; “Casablanca” was good in spite of him, not because of him.

I am open, however, to ways to expand my list. If I could overlook a gem like Edmund Gwenn, I’d be surprised if I didn’t forget a few really awful actors.

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