Forward Note: I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and had planned to post this conversation this week, although I’ve been running a bit behind. As fate would have it, not only did current events preempt me once more but also have my own experiences illuminated a broader picture.
Calmly awaiting the beginning of the lecture, the young exchange student here on a swimming scholarship struck up a conversation as she normally does. Friendly enough, but as with most people in a professional setting, I don’t care much for individual opinion especially from those with little clue about the real human nature, the nature not usually told by social academics, the nature of warring tribes, not the phony Marxist Conflict Theory stuff undergrads are bombarded with elsewhere.
” I was talking with my mother the other day…” she began, as most impersonal conversations would.
“I was telling her…
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