In today’s Washington Post, regarding my school and implicit prejudice:
To project onto a person a preconceived opinion that is not based on actual experience or personal knowledge is manifestly wrong — so wrong, in fact, that it has a special name: prejudice. Yes, that’s right: To know only that a person is conservative, white, straight, Christian, cisgender and male but nonetheless draw a broad conclusion regarding that person’s overall position in life is to harbor a prejudice. There are millions of ways a person may be disadvantaged, many of which are immeasurable and difficult to detect but still tragic. The proverbial (or contemptuous, depending on whom you ask) white male may also be blind, illiterate, intellectually disabled, autistic, chronically depressed, mentally ill, physically disabled, suicidal, non-English speaking, prone to addiction, socioeconomically disadvantaged and so on.
To say that one demographic based on one personal trait has a greater moral claim over another demographic to favorable treatment by a state actor is nothing more than advocating the execution of a prejudice through government compulsion. That, too, has a name: fascism. And by selectively providing “resources” for one group over another, George Mason is flirting with it.
I don’t often write about my personal life on this blog, but I’ll probably look back on today as one of the more consequential days of my life. I figure that makes it worth mentioning here.
As of 4:30 p.m. today, I’m no longer on staff at my job of the past 14 months. I moved to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania for this job in May 2013–one week after graduating from college. Saying goodbye wasn’t easy. I’ve learned at lot in Harrisburg and will always think fondly of this city and region.
But last spring, I was accepted into the MA in Economics program at George Mason University in Fairfax, VA. I’ve long been a fan of GMU’s economics program, so getting in was quite exciting (and surprising, at least to me). My wife encouraged me to apply, and was eager to try her hand at a new job, as she’s yet to experience nursing outside of central Pennsylvania. These things, along with the fact that we both grew up in Fairfax and most of her family lives there, made the right decision quite obvious (even if hard to make).
So we took the plunge. She found work in Fairfax and quit her job in Harrisburg. I quit mine soon after.
I start evening classes at GMU in late August and will write as much as I can during the day–at least daily on this blog, and hopefully weekly at other, more “formal” publications. I’ve also accepted a position as a senior writer for an exciting startup. It’s still in stealth mode, but I’ll update you as soon as I have the go-ahead.
To kick it all off, I’m attending the Advanced Austrian Seminar at the Mercatus Center late next week. I’m told Israel Kirzner himself will present at the seminar, so to say I’m excited is definitely an understatement.