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We’ve been hearing a lot about the war on women, which is real enough. But there’s also a war on the young, which is just as real even if it’s better disguised. And it’s doing immense harm, not just to the young, but to the nation’s future.
Let’s start with some advice Mitt Romney gave to college students during an appearance last week. After denouncing President Obama’s “divisiveness,” the candidate told his audience, “Take a shot, go for it, take a risk, get the education, borrow money if you have to from your parents, start a business.”
The first thing you notice here is, of course, the Romney touch — the distinctive lack of empathy for those who weren’t born into affluent families, who can’t rely on the Bank of Mom and Dad to finance their ambitions. But the rest of the remark is just as bad in its own way.
I mean, “get the education”? And pay for it how? Tuition at public colleges and universities has soared, in part thanks to sharp reductions in state aid. Mr. Romney isn’t proposing anything that would fix that; he is, however, a strong supporter of the Ryan budget plan, which would drastically cut federal student aid, causing roughly a million students to lose their Pell grants.
So how, exactly, are young people from cash-strapped families supposed to “get the education”? Back in March Mr. Romney had the answer: Find the college “that has a little lower price where you can get a good education.” Good luck with that. But I guess it’s divisive to point out that Mr. Romney’s prescriptions are useless for Americans who weren’t born with his advantages.
… What should we do to help America’s young? Basically, the opposite of what Mr. Romney and his friends want. We should be expanding student aid, not slashing it. And we should reverse the de facto austerity policies that are holding back the U.S. economy — the unprecedented cutbacks at the state and local level, which have been hitting education especially hard.
Yes, such a policy reversal would cost money. But refusing to spend that money is foolish and shortsighted even in purely fiscal terms. Remember, the young aren’t just America’s future; they’re the future of the tax base, too.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste; wasting the minds of a whole generation is even more terrible. Let’s stop doing it.
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Paul Krugman, The New York Times, “Wasting Our Minds.”
Go read the whole damned thing.
(via inothernews)
| 04.22.12 | x red vs blue x yes x allison x eelison |
[This is the “happy family” AU world in which York and Carolina and everyone else got out of Freelancer and now live semi-normal lives. Vaguely inspired by completelysane’s recent family AU fic.]
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York wakes fast some nights, sitting up suddenly with unsteady arms and searching hands, opening his good eye to the dark. “’Lina?” he murmurs, almost on instinct, before he can think to stop himself. He reaches blindly for the lamp that should be on the bedside table, or, no, maybe he’s thinking of the lamp next to his bunk, back on the ship…
Carolina wakes a little slower. She turns over and catches his hands, stills him, whispers, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says, “Nothing.” But he has never been a good liar, and when she lets go of him it’s only to stroke his forehead like a fevered child, and he closes his eyes for the moment because maybe love is letting someone comfort you like a child afraid of the dark. And maybe love is admitting to your lies.
So he tells her, “Just, I was having a bad dream.” He can’t remember it now, only that it was dark and there were no lamps anywhere on any bedside tables.
Her thumb trails over the beginnings of his scar, where it first furrows his skin before widening down from the forehead, crossing his eyebrow and then the useless, clouded pupil.
“Go back to sleep,” Carolina orders – gently, but still an order.
“You’re the boss,” York replies.
“That’s right.” He can hear her smiling. She turns back over and lets him wrap his arms around her. And he closes his eyes but stays awake like that for a long time, listening to her breathe, until she mumbles, “York, sleep.” And then he laughs softly and says, “All right, boss,” and it’s easier after that.