When I was a kid, everyone in my neighborhood was divided into categories along three dimensions. There were color differences (light vs. dark hair and skin), there was the Catholic vs. Protestant divide, and there was the binary distinction of whether or not your dad served in World War II. In fourth grade and again in seventh, I attended a new school and each time encountered a greater diversity of kids and teachers and learned about new kinds of people. At the same time, I would often visit my father at work, and during the summer he and I would have breakfast downtown at the Dewitt Clinton. Then we’d go our separate ways to our respective jobs (he had a real job…I had one of those urban make-work jobs designed to get the kids off the streets), and in these contexts, I met some adults that were different from the ones in my neighborhood.

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Comments

  1. #1 Orly
    May 11, 2010

    Greg, you might want to pipe down about race, which is exactly what you’ve done for the last couple of months. You challenged the hereditarians here and they showed up w/ data, links to studies, and arguments you and your sidekick just stuck to name-calling, sarcasm, and no science.

    You finally decided to back off the topic even after promising everyone you were going to expose them as frauds. You never did. You just let it die, which is pretty much an admission of defeat. Or maybe you just wanted your blog to get some extra hits. If so, well done, but you looked awful and anti-intellectual in the process.

  2. #2 Stephanie Z
    May 11, 2010

    Orly, you’re upset because Greg hasn’t been blogging about race since he severed the tendon in his knee, and you think it makes him look bad? Oof.

  3. #3 Greg Laden
    May 12, 2010

    Orly, did you actually come over here to tell me to shut up? Who do you think you are, exactly?

    I looked back at your earlier comments (under various different names) and I find it interesting that it is little more than a string of name calling.