You can tell Professor William S. Penn is a creative writing teacher because he has that creepy half-mustache most often seen on 1920s Nazis, convicted sex offenders and creative writing teachers still waiting to make it with their Great American Novel about gay life in 19th century New Orleans.
And he’s justifiably upset that all the old Republicans don’t care about his students, the way that he and his half-mustache does, and don’t want to pay for their tuition.
“This country still is full of closet racists,” he said. “What do you think is going on in South Carolina and North Carolina. Voter suppression. Its about getting black people not to vote. Why? Because black people tend to vote Democratic.”
“Why would would Republicans want to do it?” he asked. “Because Republicans are not a majority in this country anymore. They are a bunch of dead white people. Or dying white people.”
No doubt it’s creative writing skills like that which made it necessary for Penn to dedicate his enormous reservoir of writing talent to spell checking the writing of incoming freshmen.
No wonder he hates Republicans.
What is Penn’s literary specialty you may ask? We may refer to it as Churchillian, not in the Winston sense, but the Ward sense. Here is his bio.
William S. Penn (born 1949) is a mixed-race Nez Perce author and English professor at Michigan State. His work explores the issues his father faced coming to terms with his Indian heritage. His work may be classified as magical realism. He has also written a nonfiction work, All My Sins are Relatives about his mixed-blood family life.
White guy claiming he’s an Indian. Check
Entire career apparently built on ‘Indianness’. Check.
Rants about evil white Republicans. Check.
Ladies and gentlefolk, I give you Ward Churchill’s Mini-Me.
Also Penn calls himself an “Urban Mixblood”. So points for that. And if that video wasn’t enough, here is an excerpt from Penn’s meditations on the Mixbloodedness of being a guy with a half-mustache.
Connections of meaning: forced to join rotc by ﬁnancial circumstances and encouraged to join by his continued desire to belong to America, he starts to question why anyone would want to protect or defend the connections of class and what gets sold in the Malls of American Thinking. Why would anyone die to kill Vietnamese instead of his privileged roommate, who has to plagiarize obscure library books to pass freshman English?
I have seen the best minds of my generation embrace cheap identity politics, because eventually it gets you a creative writing gig at Michigan State.
Because the mean Republicans hoard all the money.