The Achilles Heel of Cultural Hegemony
A New Perspective
A decade before my Aha moment, a dream born from the wild spirit of the 1960s counterculture came alive. I was part of a band of young people roaming the valleys and hills of Honolulu, where family ties were loose, and the community pulsed with a tribal energy.
Gas flowed freely, America brimmed with optimism, and we moved through it all, unaware of the privilege that quietly shaped our lives. That dream faded sooner than I expected, but in its brief glow, I picked up invaluable lessons as a construction estimator. Those skills became my ticket into the world of a major architectural firm.
Over the next six years at Kaplan/McLaughlin/Diaz architects, I advanced in the profession as a project manager and contract administrator, and the firm progressively entrusted me with high-profile projects.
