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www.academia.edu/2635852/Shut_Your_Mouth_when_Youre_Talking_to_Me_Silencing_the_Idealist_School_of_Critical_Race_Theory_through_a_Culturalogical_Turn_in_Jurisprudence

I’m not sure when Tommy Curry wrote this paper, whether he was actually writing it as a direct response to my paper that I published at academia EDU (see my recent post), or whether it is purely coincidence that he happened to publish this paper or it was put out on the platform just a couple weeks after I published my paper that had some commentary with the author (Bloniasz).

In any case, this paper Is a brilliant comment in itself, but also A perfect response to my Comment. If anything, timing is ironic, and actually goes to both Currys and my points.

— ah: 2012. Is his paper. I might imagine then that either Curry or an algorithm placed this paper in my cue.

It seems sensible then that the two routes supplies a correspondence that Curry does not imagine in his orientation upon jurisprudence.

I will be addressing it directly and part three of my series of essays on Academia.edu

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