’I’m terrified of the woke radicals at my kids’ school”: Rarely a week goes by when I don’t hear some variation on this gripe from fellow parents in New York City. Invariably, they lower their voices, lest prying ears catch them objecting to the official ideology.
These are solidly liberal Manhattanites, mind you. They just don’t want their children being told they carry the unwashable stain of racial sin. And they’d really rather have their kids master real knowledge, instead of being taught to meditate endlessly on their own race, gender and sexuality.
As the only “out” conservative they know, I’m often the only person these parents can pour out their anguish to. And I’m wearying of the job.
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