By coincidence, I’m a graduate of the University of Oregon’s journalism program. This was back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, but my experience in the Emerald People’s Republic was the start of my move toward conservatism.
This young man is going through the same journey, in the same place. Nothing opens your eyes more than the strident leftwing totalitarians down there in Eugene, where everyone is tolerant as long as you say and do what the elites want you to say and do, and diversity means varying hues of Marxist and leftist thought.
I sometimes miss those Earth girls in their peasant dresses, wearing Birkenstocks, hanging out at Sundance eating Nancy’s Yogurt.... and the bike paths were a dream for those of us young enough to use them. My gardens were always productive, too. I suspect that even now, 25 years later, some of those things are still there.
The intolerance, though, was stifling. Glad I’m not there.
Oregon State guy here, but us old Beavers won’t diss a good Duck. Sometime soon we should start sending our conservative kids to become college professors and take back these far left training camps.