Today, I’ll refer you to as essay that came out today at First Things: Dead White Guys.
The essay is autobiographical, sharing some of the perils of the academy and the predicament of late modernity in the West. Here’s an excerpt:
I learned—primarily from white men—what a wretched thing my newly acquired Western canon was. And how disempowered I had been at the hands of Homer, Augustine, and Dante. Doing the very thing I once thought was the path to socio-political empowerment, I came to find out, had been a total waste of time. I’d sinned and was in need of redemption. I was a miserable Mexican wretch who needed to wallow in the mud of injustice to be cleansed from too many bubble baths with Don Quixote.
Enjoy!