Oklahoma’s Education Chief cares about unconstitutional indoctrination more than doing his job

Like most stereotypes, there’s a slice of truth. A child decides maybe they don’t identify with their birth sex and talks about it. People overhear. Someone tells a parent. The dad, who’s confused and worried about the way the world is going, gets angry because now the world’s shitstorm has found its way to his family–the people he was supposed to lead and set an example for.

He can’t understand it, but he can sure as hell put a stop to it–at least in his house. So he laws down the law with his kid, who’s damn well going to stay the way God intended. The or else is left to the imagination of the kid, whose image of the world as a big, ugly place has just been confirmed.

Now the kid, who’s awash in angst and confusion to begin with, can’t talk through anything at home. And sure as hell can’t trust anyone else.

It’s a story that doesn’t end well.

In the state of Oklahoma, it’s the rule of the land. According to Ryan Walters, Oklahoma’s elected Superintendent of Public Instruction, if an educator finds out a child has changed their sexual identity, they’re required to inform parents.

In an NBC News article, Walters told a group called City Elders, which advocates for a Christian-based government, that he’s in “a war for the souls of our kids.” In the same appearance, he said that liberals want to make children hate their parents and their country. So much for the Constitution and representing all voters.

To counter these conditions, Walters wants to require the Ten Commandments in every classroom and has supported a moment of silence for prayer in all public schools.

In the midst of all his political action, Walters hasn’t been so good at the job of actually leading a bureaucracy. In a previous post as state education secretary, Walters was put in charge of dispersing $40 million in federal pandemic funding. Two audits found that the money was spent on power tools, kitchen appliances, televisions, and Christmas trees. He blamed the vendor, but the audit found that Walters gave blanket approval for expenditures and didn’t take advantage of controls proposed by that vendor aimed at preventing mismanagement.

Staff members in the Education Department have found out about policy decisions by videos posted on Twitter.

In short, while using his position as a lever to forward political and arguably unconstitutional policies, Walters failed at the more basic job of overseeing his department. If you’re fighting a war for the souls of our kids, perhaps you should take care of the money budgeted to fund their education and show a modicum of what the business world considers leadership.

Walters is also a fan of book banning, prohibiting “sexualized content” in libraries and warning state vendors against sending “inappropriate materials” for classroom use. On its face, this would seem to be a reasonable regulation, but it’s often used again authors like Jodi Picoult and Nora Roberts, whose books would hardly be considered pornography. No one’s pushing to show PornHub content to third-graders. And if my kid wants to read Nineteen Minutes and I’m okay with that, someone with a Moms for Liberty list, a mess of post cards, and free time shouldn’t get to overrule my parental decision.

In short, Walters is the exact definition of the parody liberals have painted of cultural conservatives for almost half a century. And while voluntary prayer circles after a football game can hardly be considered establishment of a state religion, posting Bible verses in classrooms and mandating classroom prayer is.

If Walters were an isolated incident, we could all shake our heads and say “Guess we won’t move to Oklahoma.” He’s not. Similar efforts are afoot in localities across the country and in most red states.

Ironically, this move to institutionalize cancel culture in the name of Jesus and common decency comes while many of the same people are complaining about the supposed banning of Fat Bottomed Girls, a song sung by a gay man about a plus-sized nanny who performed statutory rape on a young boy.

Go figure.

We’re treating kids like pawns. Later we’ll judge them as adults.

It’s been a long time since I was a kid. But I still remember how important it was to exercise a little control here or there. It might be wearing my cowboy boots even when my mom made that face. It might be cutting up over Mike Ostermann’s fart joke that wasn’t that funny, but it irritated adults and that was enough.

I didn’t get to pick where I went during the day (school), what we had for dinner (au gratin potatoes–again), which cereal I got to eat (nothing cool like Lucky Charms or Cap’n Crunch), or what time I went to bed.

But when my teacher called me Christopher, at least I could tell her my name was Chris.

That’s because I don’t live in Florida in 2023. In the free state of Florida, the law dictates what name I go by. Before my teacher or anyone else in school can call me what I’m comfortable with my mommy has to sign a permission slip. (And when I told my math teacher to call me Chris, he got all pissed off and threatened detention to the next kid who popped off about their name.)

If I’m a kid today, I spent the better part of a year at home while Ms. Clark kept getting mad because this was so freaking boring on the computer. I didn’t get to see my friends. Or go anywhere, really. My mom and dad were perpetually stressed and the best place to be was in my room.

And now that things are pretty normal, I don’t even get to choose what people call me.

Adults are stupid.

Exhibit 1 is the provision in the so-called Don’t Say Gay law that requires school personnel to call a child by the name on their birth certificate unless their parents sign a permission slip saying otherwise. In other words, parents, who already have to juggle work and bringing up kids and the car needs repair and money’s super tight–those same parents now have to do extra paperwork so their kid can be called what everyone’s always called them.

Because of freedom.

No doubt some are cheering this great step forward for order, decency, and Jesus. But for most, it’s just another instance of adults using kids as their proxy in a culture war that almost all the kids and nearly as many adults never signed up for. It doesn’t take a child psychologist to see this isn’t about the kids. It’s about adults using them to get their way.

Then there’s the teenager who’s irritated because they want to read My Sister’s Keeper (Marcy said it’s really, really, really good) and it used to be at the library but it’s gone with a lot of other books and please, please, please, please, please. (It’s only $12 on Amazon.)

A lot’s been written about helicopter parents who remove all obstacles for their kids. Their kids don’t have the tools to deal with real life where suckage is part of the job description.

How much more will that be true with a generation of kids that was forced to stay home for one to two years of their school careers, had to ask permission to get books bought because they’d been pulled from the library, and now have to have their mommy sign a piece of paper so they aren’t called their stupid full name?

A lot (not all) of the Covid weight we piled on was unavoidable. But as the culture wars increase, we’re taking choices away from all kids because we’re worried about what might happen with a small percentage of them.

Fifteen years from now, we’ll be rolling our eyes because they’re screwed up adults.

Go figure.

By Christopher Allan Hamilton (my mommy didn’t sign the permission slip yet)