The Dumpster Dwelling Pharisee, The Happy Tutor, wishing to justify his philanthropic planning practice says:
Master and slave, consumer and producer, employee and immediate superior, prolific and devouring, oppressor and oppressed, donor and donee, brand and branded, are dialectically related. Changing one might change both. There is a saying in family counseling - the only person you can change in a family is you. Then others change, if they do, because the family system has. Likewise, for the powerless, "Be the change you seek in the world," as Gandhi said.
Who has money; who has education of the good prep school and Ivy variety? Why then do we not have a pedagogy of the oppressor? Isn't that exactly what the liberal arts originally were? The pedagogy of a slave owning class. Hence we speak of nobility of purpose.
Some might say I am just in it for the money. Closer to say that I am in it for the silences, the discomfort, the rigidity and universality of the non-responses. Practicing the pedgagogy of the oppressor in a Dumpster at the corner of Wealth and Bondage, where public meets private and all who pass pass in silence is an act of - feels like anger, the self-destructive sort. Do you have to be Buddhist monk to dream of dousing yourself in gasoline and lighting a match? How do we remind our sleewalking fellow citizens of our founding ideals? Excuse me! I am talking to you! And they walk by eyes averted, returning Christmas gifts or running whatever urgent errand. I am a sad joke to them. And it only 9 am, too early to drink much, even if I had the money.