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As a constant and enthusiastic user of computers, I have occasionally come across programs that have serious bugs. These are programs where you attempt to do something that the program is purportedly capable of doing, but actually is not. The guidance for how to accomplish this task is explicit and clear. The commands are there. The computer should be able to perform the task. In fact, the computer will insist that it is able. But, ultimately, it is not capable. On the Macintosh, this results in a system error. The system error is the bane of the Mac user, because it offers only one solution: turn your computer off, losing everything you have recently put in, and start from the beginning. This is the situation of the Indian who stays within academia. The academic program insists that it can accommodate you. Gives explicit instruction as to how this can be accomplished. You enter the system, begin to have input, then, out of the blue, you get a system error.
The academic program is not only buggy, but even under optimal conditions, it accepts a very narrow range of input. The slightest variation will bring the system to an absolute halt. An example of the broad-based recognition of this is the proliferation of style guides and manuals. They tell you, down to the most basic question of punctuation, how to prepare work that will run in the academic program. These guides represent the "User's Guide to Academia," and if you follow the recipe carefully, your contributions will be accepted by the program. Indians come from a place where the primary program is different, and has been running for an incredibly long time. Most of the bugs are worked out. Indians enter academia expecting a fundamentally functional program. They expect to press keys labeled "voice," "expression," "meaning," "creativity," and "use," (which are similar to keys in the Indian program) and have something extraordinary happen. Instead, the machine stops. So Indians go home (a place that many white academicians have forgotten exists) or stay in a world they never made.
watching the conversation rise and fall I consider air moving and shaking Each breath removing and relocating a million molecules torn from their native space victim to one name barely whispered and quickly forgotten who fight and die for one small cloud that they always have and always will call home |
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