DIDN'T EARN IT.

Dilbert creator Scott Adams has proposed using those three words as a mnemonic for "Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion."  Let's see if it works: the alternative formula of flipping the word order to "Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity," rendered DIE, might only work as an inside joke.

Irrespective of how you render the formula, you're addressing a bad policy based on an untested academic fad that makes social justice warriors of a transgressive disposition comfortable with their priors.

“The salient tenet of Critical Social Justice is this: ‘The question is not ‘did racism take place’? but rather ‘how did racism manifest in the situation?’” [Cato research fellow Erec Smith] said. “So, according to Critical Social Justice, racism is always already taking place. There is no need to think for oneself; the narrative—one of perpetual oppression—does the thinking for you.”

He came up with another casting of the three letters that also works.  "Divisive, Excessive, Ineffective."

His testimony tills fields that Arthur Schlesinger the younger, yes, the Kennedy hagiographer, warned us, years ago, were dangerous grounds.

Merely asking the question—“what happened?”—was considered a form of racism. You see here that an accusation of racism cannot be questioned; remember, “The question is not ‘did racism take place’? but rather ‘how did racism manifest in that situation?’”

Another story involves two professors who always allow their black students to write in black vernacular (or African American Vernacular; some people say “ebonics”). However, the students’ refusal to do so, because they were there to learn standardized English, was seen by these professors as a form self‐hatred and internalized racism.

A prominent figure in my field, who is a self‐proclaimed Marxist, went as far as to say these students were being “selfish” and “immature” for wanting to write in standardized English because that would just perpetuate a status quo of whiteness. As black students who wanted to write in standard English, they shirked the attitudes and values those professors prescribed to them as black students. Their desire to write in standard English was treated like a kind of pathology.

Whenever I hear stories like this, I always say the same thing to myself: Thank God these weren’t my professors when I was in college. I would have been steeped in negative emotionality and learned helplessness. If I had hopes and dreams, I would not have the courage to chase them.

That, though, might be the new dispensation.  We are no longer the land of opportunity, that being a micro-aggression.  Ours is now the land of possibilities.

No, Mr. Biden needs a subtler vision of decline that can sell in Democratic suburbs where parents talk bolshie but live bougie. So he’s decided to settle for America as a land of mere possibilities. It’s a place where good things happen but nobody deserves them and bad things happen but it’s nobody’s fault.

That rhetoric, the article notes, might not do much to deter those refugees swarming the southern border as if ours is still a land of opportunity; perhaps that subtler version of decline will get the spawn of those suburbanites to pretend that when they're beaten out by kids who didn't earn it, it's all in the interest of equity.  The kids whose authenticity eventually consigns them to less than a competence?  Tango Sierra.