I hadn’t been invited to speak and don’t know how I got there. I was like "now imagine that every seven years one tang drinker gets to sip on the orange juice. Imagine being the one who is always being promised the orange juice. Imagine, sometimes, they even let you pour them their juice."
I think I’d been told that certain people were forbidden to speak, maybe, so I cried a little at the exclusion of the 4ever-excluded class, and then said that if they thought for a second that labor wasn’t about this labor they were wrong, wrong, this was a majority's future, and many people's present, so much work and so few jobs not just for drinkers of orange liquids but all of us -- this was a “provocative model” and “highly efficient de-professionalization” -- and I realized even then I couldn’t keep talking about tang but couldn’t stop. It was a graceless dream, and afterwards I woke up and wondered if I had been reading from notes.
How the University Works: Higher Education and the Low-Wage Nation (Cultural Front)
Everyone always just said solidarity, and I am pretty sure I didn't even have the right to have that dream.
How the University Works: Higher Education and the Low-Wage Nation (Cultural Front)
Everyone always just said solidarity, and I am pretty sure I didn't even have the right to have that dream.
