I am ecstatic to be a teacher at this time in American history. I have a responsibility . . .  to shore up their critical faculties, to make them more skilled readers, writers, and thinkers. And to also make them decent, compassionate, alert, engaged truth-seekers, neither callous, fearful Party enablers nor complacent, dead-eyed Proles who poke their iPhones and scoff at memes and chirp their discontent in brief blips of coherence.
Last year, Simmons suggested that  “the average social-media-enthralled 17-year-old in 2015” lacked “the reading and writing proficiency of her 1965 counterpart.” A girl who said “it’s just different now, not worse,” told him students shouldn’t have to read 1984 because it “was too long, too confusing, and too full of words no one used anymore.”
I wonder if his students know about Stalinism, as well as Hitlerism.
Do teachers still assign Robert Penn Warren’s All the King’s Men about a populist politician (“Share the Wealth!”) based on Louisiana Gov. Huey Long?