Monday, April 08, 2013

Senator, I salute your 1/32 Cherokee heritage

One high school graduating senior spoke up on the public discrimination against non-privileged white students in name of Affirmative Action.

Suzy Lee Weiss earned high marks in tests, interned at the US Senate, but still, was rejected by a score of elite ivy league schools.

The admission process of elite colleges has become a black box trading platform of money and political clout. The 'Affirmative Action' label serves as a DMCA recognized fake lock, on no other purpose but to reject public inquiries.

It's nothing about equality; the system has been rewired for the new segregation.

Offsprings from privileged families hard wired themselves in, and covered it with the AA. They claim any transparency, being academic or not, would hurt the AA. The end results are hardworking students from hard working families were kept out, regardless how hard they had worked, and regardless how hard their families had worked their asses off to educate them.

You can't move your eyes off from this obvious trading table without calling it what it is, Discrimination.

It is also the new Segregation. The admission offices at elite colleges controlled by ill-minded racists and their puppies invented this system to permanently separate those have to those don't. The flowability of the society is cut by removing the entire central piece from it.

Like familiar scenes in Blockbuster movies or Nintendo console games, the evil only grows stronger after every defeat. The new Segregation is more effective when the education system excludes the central segment out of consideration, so that no one could threaten the privileged few by climbing up the ladder, as there is no ladder.

The smart designers succeeded in making a deal with some minority leaders to cover this new Segregation as the alias to Affirmative Action. Affirmative Action is portrayed as the treasure, rather than a path. Utilizing their monopoly of news outlets and academic positions, privileged elites make it a political taboo questioning of this systematic Segregation.

The signature of the Affirmative Action college admission is its opaqueness. No quantifiable achievement can guarantee a seat in a classroom in elite colleges. Scoring full grade in SAT or ACT are not a pass to elite education, nor is winning in an international academic contests. Colleges insisted on the opaqueness, and claimed the 'diversity' would have been killed if any internal formulas were revealed. It is no secret that internal formulas were in existence, as the public learned accidentally from the University of Illinois, where each politician were ranked and assessed on their 'clout factor' in making admission decisions on their kids. Your skin color is also measured with help of a 18% gray card.

By waving an AA banner, scam artists hired by the privileged few, convinced the nation the Segregation is what they want.

The Asian community had been the biggest victim in this Segregation. Study had found a high school graduate with Chinese parents needs to score 430 points higher (out of 2400 points total) to get in a good education system than an African American student with comparable background in every non-academic fields. She/he will also have to score 100 higher than a white peer for the same opportunity to be considered by an elite college. Separate study found all elite college who exercise the 'opaque' admission procedure kept a strict quota system on number of Asian students, despite the growing representation of Asian students in high school graduates population.

Suzy's letter hit it right on the head on the scam. New Segregationists use the Affirmative Action as the glorified rationale to reject any measurable factors in the consideration for college admission. However, what they did not say was that only academic measurement was excluded. They do measure you on other factors that they had an advantage, such as volunteering on an African vacation trip. Kids from hardworking Americans do not have money to go to Africa. Instead, they have to help the family flipping burgers in local McDonald's. However, according to rules set up by New Segregationists that did not count.

To (All) the Colleges That Rejected Me


Like me, millions of high-school seniors with sour grapes are asking themselves this week how they failed to get into the colleges of their dreams. It's simple: For years, they—we—were lied to.

Colleges tell you, "Just be yourself." That is great advice, as long as yourself has nine extracurriculars, six leadership positions, three varsity sports, killer SAT scores and two moms. Then by all means, be yourself! If you work at a local pizza shop and are the slowest person on the cross-country team, consider taking your business elsewhere.

What could I have done differently over the past years?

For starters, had I known two years ago what I know now, I would have gladly worn a headdress to school. Show me to any closet, and I would've happily come out of it. "Diversity!" I offer about as much diversity as a saltine cracker. If it were up to me, I would've been any of the diversities: Navajo, Pacific Islander, anything. Sen. Elizabeth Warren, I salute you and your 1/32 Cherokee heritage. Related Video

I also probably should have started a fake charity. Providing veterinary services for homeless people's pets. Collecting donations for the underprivileged chimpanzees of the Congo. Raising awareness for Chapped-Lips-in-the-Winter Syndrome. Fun-runs, dance-a-thons, bake sales—as long as you're using someone else's misfortunes to try to propel yourself into the Ivy League, you're golden.

Having a tiger mom helps, too. As the youngest of four daughters, I noticed long ago that my parents gave up on parenting me. It has been great in certain ways: Instead of "Be home by 11," it's "Don't wake us up when you come through the door, we're trying to sleep." But my parents also left me with a dearth of hobbies that make admissions committees salivate. I've never sat down at a piano, never plucked a violin. Karate lasted about a week and the swim team didn't last past the first lap. Why couldn't Amy Chua have adopted me as one of her cubs?

Then there was summer camp. I should've done what I knew was best—go to Africa, scoop up some suffering child, take a few pictures, and write my essays about how spending that afternoon with Kinto changed my life. Because everyone knows that if you don't have anything difficult going on in your own life, you should just hop on a plane so you're able to talk about what other people have to deal with.

Or at least hop to an internship. Get a precocious-sounding title to put on your resume. "Assistant Director of Mail Services." "Chairwoman of Coffee Logistics." I could have been a gopher in the office of someone I was related to. Work experience!

To those kids who by age 14 got their doctorate, cured a disease, or discovered a guilt-free brownie recipe: My parents make me watch your "60 Minutes" segments, and they've clipped your newspaper articles for me to read before bed. You make us mere mortals look bad. (Also, I am desperately jealous and willing to pay a lot to learn your secrets.)

To those claiming that I am bitter—you bet I am! An underachieving selfish teenager making excuses for her own failures? That too! To those of you disgusted by this, shocked that I take for granted the wonderful gifts I have been afforded, I say shhhh—"The Real Housewives" is on.

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