Dear Chronicle of Higher Education
And Key Administrators Who It Will Concern:
Feb. 7, 2019
Dear Sirs and Madams truly,
It is not my place to rehash old statements. Since making Honors at Community College of Allegheny County and Phi Theta Kappa in Tacoma, a deaf student, particularly since acceptance of my History of Jaywalking I’ve grown patient. I always advise street people like myself, “Take a step back from the curb once in a while, it’s good for you.” Advisory does not come naturally to a person who is always a student. However, Dr. Ryland Wesley Crary was at Teachers College with Dwight Eisenhower. Ryland was a Naval Veteran and published in 1948 from there his second book, The Challenge of Atomic Energy. It bears the familiar personality of his acquaintance with Eisenhower. There are a good many reasons that you should be aghast at how I was targeted while father was at Pitt. If you blank this out, that is your doing. Do not blame me for your negligence. I am a soft-hearted man who just wants to be sure you understand yourselves. Thomas Schiller spoke passionately against academicians who censored the truth when it didn’t serve their advancement. You should bear in mind that I am almost sixty, I am no longer the symbol of student unrest I was once taken for, yet you would not be wrong if suspecting I am still questioning your decision to stand against everything you stand for.
The idea that came your ways from the offices of Lewis Lapham in the 1980’s was that championing perversity would be wiser than taking on what happened in a way that commended itself to Public Safety. Warhol Museum announced against safety as though it was Satan. There were shootings involved, but no one cared enough to look at who was behind them through the academic lense that had so encouraged them. Lapham never failed to duck for cover. Lapham knew perfectly well that I had been targeted dishonestly and cruelly for being the child of a humanist. Perversity, he preached, let them do it, scald the deaf child of a humanist to murder satisfaction. In this he sided with Warhol saying it was the will of Lennon who was killed in the Inauguration of Reagan. Lapham cited this as proof of my folly, that I had pigeonholed Reagan acrimoniously for stereotyping the humanism my father professionally represented. When Ryland died, AIDS started, and Lapham found all this great to defend Reagan by. All of you saw his point of view, none of you would even allow the admissibility of mine, in terror from frightening ordeals, faced with AIDS like a blast in the face at Falk Medical Library in 1984, the first numbers of my Social Security card, by the way.
My father’s most popular book, Humanizing the School was bound to bedevil persons who were thinking holistically and still looking for feminist concepts like fragmentation because of his use of door unlocking captions like: Key Concepts. Despite this, many of us still feel that those first issues do hold sway, like Black advancement as a first cause. True, those who replaced Ryland upheld African ideas of themselves as “warriors” that served Warhol’s interests more belligerently than our schools, having the tang of Isis about them, or at least a madcap extreme, I mean, there were school murders, but that hasn’t caused anyone particularly serious to falter in our earnestness to provide space and reason for Black achievement on campus. Ryland’s convictions about the key concepts of American social progress in higher education were news at the time, but not anymore.
So turn to the key issues I want to be sure I tried to raise with you. Mirth was at work in rendering something very criminal seem innocuous. It is far, far easier for a progressive to arrive at the self-image that they are a brat than a coward. I was accused by advocates of University of Washington’s Sociology Department working mysteriously with Ming Na Wen at Carnegie Mellon of being involved in a one-night stand that jeopardized my father’s reputation so fiendishly that I should be cut off. One wag, a Mr. Thornton, likened it to horse theft. This created the environment that Warhol wanted of playing a game of bounty hunting promoting violent criminals who had attacked me blindside, used knockout gas, kidnapped, mutilated and held me hostage as a little boy and conveniently smeared the evidence of torture in glaucoma and deafness. The women on campus were openly satisfied when the men who did it, who waylaid me in fact by the power of locking me out of a church to which I fled in tears of terror as a little boy, made off with my fiance and chemically castrated me through UW medical malpractice. The hatred and cruelty behind UW’s legacy is this is unreal. Even as the malice and chicanery of this gang became ever darker, raping the deaf girl who tried to help me get back into school by teaching me sign language, an act of charity that was a sacrilege against Warhol’s purposes, even after they murdered Donnie Chin, an amazing individual in a Chinatown region who tried to protect me faraway from Pittsburgh, in Seattle where I was lured by Abused Deaf Advocates promising me asylum they knew was going to be denied, even after Yoko Ono’s leadership of the terror became so undeniable that my mother admitted it, targeting me as a symbol of the hated, pale, white patriarch, you wouldn’t dream of abandoning your faith in Lewis Lapham, who by last inquiry, after luring me back to Seattle with the false promises of Gov. Inslee, helped them poison me in the mouth.
I present to you that a one night stand of entrapment by a violent pornographic team, evidence proves were at war, does nothing to Ryland’s reputation. All along I have been dealing with the criminally insane and poison.
Very sincerely,
James MacRyland Crary
