Clanton’s Facebook and Twitter pages appear to have been deleted in the wake of his coming under suspicion.
Early this morning, San Francisco State University deleted an alumnus page for Clanton, and tells that “Eric Clanton is not an employee of the University.” A syllabus on Clanton’s website, however, documents his role teaching at San Francisco State as recently as fall 2014, leading an “introduction to critical thinking” course, where his job was to help students reach “well-supported factual or judgmental conclusions.” Clanton’s profile on a dating website names, among the “things I could never do without,” his bike, a “pen (Stolen zebras [brand pens] are my taste)” and “a sturdy pair of shoes.” The bike lock suspect was wearing very similar shoes as Clanton was on his dating profile, similar sunglasses, and had a pen, possibly from Zebra, in his back pocket.
“Bike lock man” smacks others in this video from Live Leak, and at his mask comes off.
Catching myself as I make racist assumptions about a young, Asian-American woman beside me in the sauna while I smugly read a chapter from The White Racial Frame?We were (mostly) taught, rather, to pursue our own passions, to create our own families, to seek fulfillment and comfort and happiness for ourselves.* At dinner with a pair of friends the other night, the term “woke” came up. E is one of my closest friends, and though we aren’t great at keeping up regular contact while apart, her question took me aback: shouldn’t she I want to be? I mumbled something about how I was feeling overwhelmed, per usual; unstable, per usual; uncertain in assorted ways about teaching and writing and community–but also happy, in many moments, finding nourishment in relationships and art and work, whatever that all means. (Yes, the change we need is systemic, but in order for folks–white folks, mainly–to work toward that change meaningfully, we’ve got a lot of internal work to do, too. ” My friend E and I were taking a walk, catching up at the end of summer–most of which she had spent away. Our reflections and learnings often lead me to a similar dilemma: how to hold, at once, the vast magnitude of the problem (what bell hooks calls “imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy”) alongside a belief that much of the most important work must take place on a small, intimate scale: settings like that church room.But it is certainly possible to fail by not doing what we can.