Editor, Casa Grande Dispatch:
A subversive reader since the age of 12, I celebrated Banned Books Week by rereading John Steinbeck’s "The Grapes of Wrath." Hard to believe this classic social realism novel was once banned in our schools. Then again, there are those in Washington — threatened old white guys mostly — who would ban the teaching of Critical Race Theory from our universities today. Now hold on a minute, Mitch. Everyone knows the moment you prohibit something — sex, alcohol, a song on the radio, plaid underwear on Tuesdays — you increase the cultural and commercial value of that new illicit something. Look at Prohibition. Look at the number of copies "The Grapes of Wrath" sold after it was banned.
If these old white guys back in Washington are successful in banning Critical Race Theory from school curriculums, they will only succeed in creating the next new something everyone wants to wrap their minds around. It won’t be long before subversive cartels begin installing illegal CRT speakeasies in white suburban neighborhoods complete with online bootleg classrooms and overpriced textbooks arriving in the dead of night in unmarked brown paper packages shipped via Amazon Prime and an unsuspecting USPS.
I hyperbolize. Maybe. But not to the absurd extent of Ted Cruz, Mitch McConnell and that new batch of Ban the Books clowns. These are the would-be censors who inform us our educators must not teach theories that might give students “bad dreams” or “feelings of cultural guilt.”
You know what gives me bad dreams and feelings of cultural guilt?
A bunch of old white guys telling me it’s for my own protection.
Still, I suppose I should be grateful I live in a country where the fearful teachings of old white guys is protected by our Constitution. Imagine, if you will, living in a country where a book by Ted Cruz could get banned for our protection.