When I decided to study education in college, my mother warned me that I had better not teach unless it was a passion. She told me if I just wanted summers off I wouldn't last. She was a teacher herself. She said I could get paid better doing other things. She told me my efforts would not be appreciated, that it was only a matter of time before politics made us the enemy again. I didn't listen. Teaching was a calling for me, and I thought that even though I wouldn't be paid a lot, at least I would have good benefits, a pension, and job security. What a fool I was! I thought I was doing the right thing, helping kids, improving society. Turns out the whole time I was none of these things. I was the enemy. I was the problem. My own government has forsaken me; my own community would like to banish me. For the first time in my career, I am questioning my decision, feeling my passion diminish.
Thank you for showing me the light. My only hope is that the next generation does not see the light, and does not listen to you, because if they do there will be no more problems like me, there will be no public education. You will have won your war against the middle and lower class. You will create a society where the rich get educated and the poor do not. But then again, what do I know? I am the problem.
Of all of the scary problems confronting the US, I think the malignant increase in anti-intellectualism is by far the most alarming.