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Adkins Arboretum Mystery Monday

July 7, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum Leave a Comment

Happy Mystery Monday! Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below:

 

The answer to last week’s mystery is yarrow, Achillea millefolium, pictured in the photo below:

 

 

 

 

Yarrow is a herbaceous perennial native to North America. It has feather-like leaves and flat-topped clusters of tiny, fragrant white to pink flowers. Yarrow can be found in cultivated gardens, and beside fields, mountains, and roadsides.

Yarrow is pest- and drought-resistant. Full sun exposure encourages compact growth and many flowers. In partial sun or in shade, yarrow tends to grow leggy. It thrives in hot, dry conditions and does not tolerate constantly wet soil.

Native bees are attracted to yarrow in large numbers. Butterflies are also drawn to yarrow. It makes a nice addition to fresh or dried flower arrangements.

Yarrow’s Latin name, Achillea, comes from the Greek hero Achilles, who was said to have used yarrow to treat wounds of his soldiers during the Trojan War.

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I Wish I May, I Wish I Might By Laura J. Oliver

July 6, 2025 by Laura J. Oliver Leave a Comment

I’m in my Astronomy class studying the stars, and here’s why I think you should, too.

  1. Because they are beautiful.
  2. Because we wish upon them.
  3. Because they fall.
  4. Because we get them in our eyes when we are in love.
  5. Because, well, Jean-Luc Picard.
  6. Because the incomprehensible size of the universe demonstrates how inconsequential we are, and this is good to remember.
  7. Because cosmological time tells us what seems permanent and huge is actually passing and small.
  8. Because…Why is there something instead of nothing? That one gets me every time.
  9. Because stars give life, not just by providing light but by seeding the cosmos with the heavier elements like gold when they die. (Stars are starting to sound like parents.)
  10. And lastly? Because they provide evidence that there is something other than what we can see affecting us every day, and that the source of creation is beautiful.

Vera C. Rubin first taught us that there is more to the cosmos than we can see. Born in 1928, she was a brilliant child, the second daughter of two Bell Telephone employees, who attended Vassar to study Astronomy. During a summer internship before her senior year, she met and fell in love with Bob Rubin, a physics student at Cornell. Vera married him that same year, graduating from Vassar as a newlywed that spring.

Like her husband, she wanted to continue her studies, so she applied to Princeton to pursue an advanced degree, but Princeton refused to admit her for one simple reason. This dazzling, tenacious scholar was a woman. Oops.

Undeterred, she turned down Harvard and attended Cornell for her Master’s, Georgetown for her Ph. D, studying at night to get those advanced degrees while her husband taught at Cornell, and she gave birth to four children. Then, in 1978, with a colleague, Kent Ford, she proved the existence of Dark Matter, the mysterious, invisible substance that comprises 85% of the known universe. Thanks, Princeton. Somewhere, there must be a very old, long-retired Admissions Director saying, “My bad.”

When you look at a galaxy, any galaxy, you see its stars rotating around its central black hole, and you would think the stars farthest from the center would be rotating more slowly than those in tight orbits closest in. They are not.

The stars on the outer arms of galaxies, in the outermost disc lanes, are rotating just as fast as those at the center. How could this be? What is holding them to their galactic neighborhood at the same speed limit? Why hasn’t distance from the source of acceleration slowed their velocity?

Dark Matter. A real, but invisible architecture that affects us all.

Vera C. Rubin won many awards in her lifetime, but perhaps the most lasting tribute is the building of the Rubin Observatory Telescope (only one named for a woman). It is the largest digital camera on Earth and sits high in the Chilean mountains, where it will chart the entire southern sky as part of a 10-year project called the Legacy Survey of Space and Time. Each section will be captured 800 times, ten to 100 times faster than any other telescope ever built. Discoveries are already pouring in.

When astronomers don’t know what something is, they call it ‘dark’ – it’s a placeholder name for mystery that allows them to keep searching for answers until they illuminate their understanding, hence, Dark Matter and Dark Energy.

But I have a theory. What if Dark Matter is love?

Stay with me now.

An invisible mass… held in a field of potential…keeping us from flying apart.

Great discoveries often start with audacious theories, so who’s to say? Theoretical physicist Sabine Hossenfelder says there are three phases of coming to terms with things we don’t understand.

“Huh! That’s funny…”

“Curious and curiouser.”

“Well, damn.”

Laura J. Oliver is an award-winning developmental book editor and writing coach, who has taught writing at the University of Maryland and St. John’s College. She is the author of The Story Within (Penguin Random House). Co-creator of The Writing Intensive at St. John’s College, she is the recipient of a Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Award in Fiction, an Anne Arundel County Arts Council Literary Arts Award winner, a two-time Glimmer Train Short Fiction finalist, and her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her website can be found here.

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Adkins Arboretum Mystery Monday: Guess the Photo!

June 30, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum Leave a Comment

Happy Mystery Monday!  Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below:
The answer to last week’s mystery is blue-eyed grass, Sisyrinchium angustifolium, pictured in the photo below.
Blue-eyed grass is a tiny, but mighty flower that is native to 60% of the United States and the eastern half of Canada. It thrives from Maine to Texas. Blue-eyed grass grows in woodlands, forests, meadows, sand hills, and swales.
Despite its name, blue-eyed grass is not a grass, it’s a member of the iris family. Its stiff, narrow, blade-like leaves form a fan shape, similar to other plants in the iris family.
Noted for its violet-blue flowers with yellow centers, the long-lasting blooms measure 1″ in diameter. In late-Spring, the flowers develop into seed heads shaped like round balls that hold several tiny seeds. The black seeds can be carried short distances by wind. When conditions are just right, blue-eyed grass will happily self-seed, but it also spreads via underground rhizomes.
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Adkins Arboretum Mystery Monday: Guess the Photo!

June 23, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum Leave a Comment

Happy Mystery Monday!  Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below?
The answer to last week’s mystery is poison ivy, Toxicodendron radicans, pictured in photo below:
Poison ivy is native to every State except California, Alaska, and Hawaii. It can grow as a small plant, a shrub, or a climbing vine and it is resilient! It thrives in soils of all textures, including clays, silts, loams, sand, and more.
All parts of the poison ivy plant, including the stem and roots, contain and secrete a nonvolatile, colorless oil, urushiol, that affects the skin. According to the American Academy of Dermatology, about 50 million people get a poison ivy rash each year, making it one of the most common allergies in the United States.
If a rash doesn’t occur with first contact, it likely will with second contact. In addition, the body doesn’t build immunity to urushiol. The more times the skin is exposed to it, the worse the break out.
Urushiol oil is very durable, lingering for five or more years after the poison ivy plant has died. Inhaling urushiol oil from the smoke of burning poison ivy likely means a trip to the ER.
Poison ivy flowers are rather inconspicuous and usually not noticed by gardeners, but they also carry urushiol oil. The subsequent fruits are smooth, greenish-white berries that form in clusters about the size of currants. Birds and other wildlife eat the berries and spread the seed in their droppings, spreading poison ivy just about anywhere.
Poison ivy has compound leaves with three leaflets, giving rise to the old saying, “Leaves of three, let it be,” although the leaves are more accurately described as leaflets.
In vine form, poison ivy sprouts thousands of brown hairs that grasp the bark of its host tree. As the vine climbs toward the canopy and matures, the stem gets woodier and increases in diameter.
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Is the Governor Patching Over a Crisis of His Own Making by Clayton Mitchell

June 16, 2025 by Clayton Mitchell Leave a Comment

“When the music’s over, turn out the lights.”

– The Doors (When the Music’s Over)

Wes Moore is back at it again, slapping a press release on a problem he created and calling it leadership. 

The Governor’s latest announcement of a $19 million energy relief initiative, reported by Bria Overs of the Baltimore Banner, is being billed as a major act of compassion. It is not. It is a smokescreen for a green agenda that has driven electricity prices through the roof and put thousands of Marylanders in a daily struggle between food and power.

Let’s be clear about what this program is and is not. It is not state money, despite the public relations framing. It is not ongoing assistance, and it will not solve the structural problems Maryland families face. 

As Baltimore-area financial expert Tyrone Keys rightly put it, “What Governor Moore is not saying is that this fund is being provided via a charitable contribution from BGE/Exelon to the United Way. So (A)… It’s a tax deduction for Exelon [and] (B)… It’s one time relief for those who are behind on their bill. Without more supply and with demand growing the problem of Marylanders not being able to afford power will persist. This sham fund is a band aid on an arterial bleed.”

That “arterial bleed” is a crisis born from Moore’s aggressive closure of in-state energy production. The looming shutdown of the Brandon Shores power plant, recently delayed until 2028 under a “Reliability Must Run” order, was not Moore’s decision but PJM’s. PJM, the grid operator, had to step in because of fears of blackouts. That’s right… blackouts. The green dream had to pause not because Moore suddenly saw reason, but because the experts feared mass grid failure.

The real cost of that delay? A billion-dollar transmission project to pull electricity from Pennsylvania into Maryland for a state that once powered itself. And who pays for those billion dollars? You do, in the form of surging monthly utility bills that no rebate will undo.

Moore’s press office proudly announced that grants of $250 to $750 will be offered to select BGE customers starting July 1, with administration by the United Way and other nonprofits. As Overs reports, this is targeted toward residents defined as ALICE: asset-limited, income-constrained, and employed. In other words, people who are working but still cannot afford basic needs. 

That population is growing fast, and Moore’s energy policies are accelerating the slide.

Keys, in a scathing social media post, dropped the hard math that no one in Annapolis seems willing to confront. BGE takes in at least $250 million a month from ratepayers. This so-called relief fund equals 7.6 percent of one month’s revenue. And that is before Exelon takes its tax deductions at the state and federal level. This is charity theater, designed to distract from the fact that the Moore administration’s energy strategy is a fiscal and moral failure.

Delegate Steve Arentz cut straight to the heart of the matter in a recent social media post: “This does nothing but use the dollars from ratepayers to appear like he’s done something to fix the problem. More smoke and mirrors, a cheap Band-Aid. We should be looking at real cuts for ratepayers. Our policies on energy in Maryland are not viable. The PSC approves Exelon’s rates; they set the profit for these companies. Why aren’t people seeing this and demanding actions that make sense for all ratepayers? No accountability from the Governor on this except to take credit for giving you back a small token of Exelon’s profits while skyrocketing rates are getting pushed onto ratepayers.”

And yet, the Governor is out there saying, “Marylanders are counting on us to put the interests of the people first.” If that were true, he would not have pushed for policies that undermined in-state generation, bypassed local governments to jam through utility-scale solar projects, and left our grid dangerously dependent on other states. Instead of building reliable and affordable energy, Moore built a public relations strategy based on press conferences and posturing.

Bria Overs reported in The Baltimore Banner that ratepayer frustration boiled over earlier this year, especially after BGE forecasted a 12.4 percent increase in gas and electric bills by June. Then came the kicker… another increase hit ratepayers on June 1. 

What changed? Maryland’s supply situation worsened, and costs went up. Tyrone Keys nailed it: “Maryland’s energy crisis and [Moore’s] approach to it proves he doesn’t give a damn about poor people.”

You will hear Governor Moore talk a good game about compassion, justice, and equity. But the reality is this: policy is not measured in speeches. It is measured in outcomes. Moore’s energy agenda has hurt working families, small businesses, and seniors on fixed incomes. The Customer Relief Fund does not change that. It is a press release masquerading as reform.

There is a woman in West Baltimore choosing between rent and heat. There is a family in Salisbury keeping the lights off to save money for groceries. There are thousands of Marylanders who will not be helped by a one-time credit but are burdened month after month by Moore’s destructive energy policies.

This is not compassion. This is political cover. Marylanders are not fooled but they are paying the price.

Clayton A. Mitchell, Sr. is a life-long Eastern Shoreman, an attorney, and former Chairman of the Maryland Department of Labor’s Board of Appeals.  He is co-host of the Gonzales/Mitchell Show podcast that discusses politics, business, and cultural issues. 

 

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Adkins Arboretum Mystery Tuesday: Guess the Photo!

June 10, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum Leave a Comment

Happy Mystery Monday!  Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below?
The answer to last week’s mystery is deerberry, Vaccinium stamineum, pictured in the photo below:
Deerberry is a very common, native deciduous shrub that grows in sandy, well-drained soil and xeric communities such as dry oak woods, pine barrens, savannas, dry pine ridges, sparsely wooded bluffs, sand hills, thickets, and clearings. It often grows in conjunction with rhododendrons and azaleas, which share similar acidic soil requirements.
Deerberry’s nodding, bell-shaped flowers produce from April–June. They’re greenish-white and pink tinged. The stamens are prominent, as indicated by the Latin name stamineum. The fruit of deerberry dangles in loose clusters. The berries are sour and largely inedible for humans, unless they’re sweetened. The berries ripen from late–Summer to early–Fall and are enjoyed by birds and mammals.
Deerberry and blueberry are both members of the same plant family, ericaceae, and share similar characteristics, but also have key differences. For instance, deerberry fruit is typically larger and has a more tart flavor than blueberries.
Deerberry’s foliage turns a variety of colors through the seasons.
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The We Are One Alliance; A Talk with Heather Mizeur

June 3, 2025 by James Dissette Leave a Comment

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This is a long form interview with Heather Mizeur

Is it possible in a polarized society for two people at opposite ends of the political spectrum to breach the chasm and recognize each other’s humanness?

That’s the question Heather Mizeur has been asking for a decade. For the former Maryland legislator, Democratic congressional candidate, and longtime civic leader, a question she is approaching again with her newly relaunched nonprofit: The We Are One Alliance.

The multi-faceted We Are One Alliance was born from Mizeur’s belief that the way we engage in politics must change if we are to heal as a nation—and as individuals.

The journey began in 2017 with the founding of Soul Force Politics, a nonprofit created in the aftermath of the 2016 election. At a time when political polarization was reaching new extremes, Mizeur sought to build a space for compassion, dialogue, and common ground. “I wanted to show people ways that we can bridge the divides and come together in a common-sense way to solve problems in our communities,” she says.

During her 2022 run for Congress in Maryland’s First District, Mizeur temporarily paused her nonprofit work—but carried its philosophy into every aspect of her campaign. Her motto, “We Are One,” became a call to remember our shared humanity, even in the face of fierce ideological differences.

“We’re humans, often with similar dreams and shared struggles,” she reflects. “Politics has turned into what divides us when our democracy calls us to come forward and work together in ways that allow civil discourse again.”

With the guidance of her board of directors, she expanded the organization under a new name—the We Are One Alliance—to reflect a broader mission encompassing a family of initiatives, each rooted in healing, community, and soulful resistance.

One of the flagship programs is Operation Thriving Acres, a therapeutic horticulture and farm therapy project hosted on Mizeur’s farm outside of Chestertown. Inspired by conversations with veterans during her campaign Mizeur developed a nature-based retreat program that is now drawing interest from across the state.

“When they nurtured something that was living, it helped lower their trauma,” she says. “They were giving their attention to something life-giving instead of life-taking. Politics divides us, but the land heals us.”

Through partnerships with the Maryland chapters of Disabled American Veterans and VFW chaplains, the program has already begun hosting small retreats and gatherings.

Another program, Inward Expeditions, offers immersive group retreats to destinations like Costa Rica, where participants engage in deep reflection, self-care, and leadership training. “Some of this work is done best in community,” she explains, “but there’s also a need for solo journeys of the soul.”

The Sacred Dreams Project extends the Alliance’s reach internationally, through a partnership with Zimbabwean educator and humanitarian Dr. Tererai Trent. Together, they are building water wells, gardens, and sustainable infrastructure for rural schools.

Another cornerstone of the Alliance is the revival of Soul Force Politics as a learning platform. Through online courses, monthly community challenges, and writings published on her Substack (“The Honorable Heather Mizeur”), Mizeur is helping others cultivate inner resilience, clarity, and grounded presence.

Mizeur reimagines the idea of resistance. “Resistance, energetically, doesn’t work,” she says. “When you push against something, it pushes back.” Instead, she offers a path of soulful defiance—one that allows kindness to meet cruelty, calm to meet chaos, and joy to meet despair.

“Our power resides in the pause between stimulus and response,” she explains. “And that’s the army I’m looking to build—people who are ready to respond in non-reactive but fiercely loving ways.”

The We Are One Alliance is, in Mizeur’s words, “a living ecosystem” of hope, restoration, and vision, connecting land, politics, humanity, and the soul.

“At its core,” she says, “our mission is to restore faith in the heart of humanity, one connection at a time.”

The We Are One Alliance has launched weareonealliance.org, a comprehensive portal showcasing its diverse programs, including Soul Force Politics, Inward Expeditions, Operation Thriving Acres, Sacred Dreams Project, and personalized coaching and mentoring. At the heart of the initiative is the “Community” page—an ad-free, algorithm-free, and troll-free private social platform designed to foster meaningful, heart-centered engagement. Beginning in June, the Alliance will introduce “Soulful Challenges” and launch “Soul Force Sundays,” a weekly live video gathering for reflection and support amid challenging times. Supporters can also follow the Alliance’s ongoing work on Substack under T(he Honorable Heather Mizeur). All contributions are tax-deductible, supporting the mission of the We Are One Alliance, a registered 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization.

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Adkins Arboretum’s Mystery Monday: Guess the Photo!

June 2, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum Leave a Comment

Happy Mystery Monday!  Can you guess what is pictured in photo below?
The answer to last week’s mystery is Copes gray treefrog, Hyla chrysoscelis, pictured below.
Cope’s gray tree frogs are native to North America, and are especially abundant in the southeast. They are adapted to woodland habitats but will sometimes travel into more open areas to reach a breeding pond. These frogs inhabit all elevations of wooded areas near temporary and permanent waters, such as swamps, ponds, lakes, old fields, thickly wooded suburban neighborhoods, farm woodlots, and mixed or deciduous forests.
Variable in color from mottled gray to gray green, the skin of Cope’s gray tree frogs resembles bark. They typically measure 3.2–5.1 cm long. As a member of the genus Hyla, they possess advanced toe pads, allowing them to adhere more strongly to vertical surfaces, like glass, metal, and primarily tree bark.
Cope’s grays rest in damp, rotten logs, or hollow trees, emerging to feed. Tree frogs tend to be “sit-and-wait” predators, consuming caterpillars, beetles, flies that wander by. Tree frogs produce mucus secretions that are foul tasting and cause burning sensation and inflammation. While these secretions are thought to be anti-predator functions, it is possible that they also function as antimicrobial agents.
In Winter, Cope’s gray tree frogs hibernate on land, and may be found under woody debris logs, roots and leaf litter. When gray tree frogs hibernate, they appear rigid. They have a high freezing tolerance due to glycerol in the blood. During hibernation, 80% of the body freezes and the eye becomes opaque as breathing and heartbeat are temporarily suspended. Their high tolerance for freezing temperatures has enabled gray tree frogs to expand their territory northward towards higher elevations. Cope’s gray tree frog can survive temperatures as low as 18°F.
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Shelter by Laura J. Oliver

June 1, 2025 by Laura J. Oliver Leave a Comment

Editor’s note: Join us for Spy Night with Laura Oliver, who will be reading her work in the Stoltz Listening Room at the historic Avalon Theater in Easton this Wednesday evening, June 4. Doors open at 5:30 pm.

I’m in a standoff with a house finch looking for affordable housing. The blossoms from three hanging baskets on the porch drape in pink and purple profusion but yesterday the impatiens began bobbing around as if someone short was lost in a cornfield. Suddenly, a finch popped out and flew to a powerline. A second later, she was back with a beak full of grass. She landed on the plant hanger, studied me a minute, then darted into the flowers as if down a submarine hatch.

Nooo, I implored her through the living room window. Do NOT build there! (These things seldom end well.)

When she emerged and flew off again, I went outside and climbed up on the porch railing to see into the basket. I plucked out a little stash of grass and tried to wave her off as she returned to watch me from the lilac. She’d brought her husband with her. Actually, they’re not married. They’re just living together until the kids are grown, and like many males in the animal kingdom, he was the flashier dresser.

I took the basket down and put it under a porch chair. Surely, they’d give up and find better real estate. But as soon as I rehung the impatiens, I saw telltale movement beneath the pink blossoms—like cats under a blanket. I climbed up on the railing a few hours later, and the birds erupted from the basket. Peering in, I saw they had already crafted a beautiful nest—it was perfectly round—an astonishing geometry, like the precise roundness of a carpenter bee hole—like the roundness of the moon—of all the planets and stars we have ever discovered. And now I don’t have the heart to dismantle it. It looks like the homesteaders are home.

I became a first-time homeowner by naivety. Mr. Oliver, a Navy Lieutenant, was stationed on the USS Pharris out of Norfolk. There was no way we were going to live in Virginia for more than a year or two, but we didn’t want to live in a concrete box of an apartment. We’d rent a house! But when we walked into the rental office, the agent on duty, who was only on duty because she had no clients, looked up and saw Mr. and Mrs. Dopey Stupid standing there. “Rent?” she asked, “I have a swell idea! Why don’t you buy?”

We looked at each other. “Use our one-time VA loan credit to buy a house we’ll only own for a year? Okay!! Thanks, Pam!”

A few weeks later, the ship deployed to the Med, and we owned a two-bedroom, one-story house in which I would live alone for a year. At the end of that deployment, we would offload the house for exactly what we had paid for it after replacing the entire heating system.

Our next house was back in Maryland — an effort to amass equity this time. A brown stucco with mustard yellow trim and an infestation of elder beetles— it was love at first sight—which is never about looks but always about chemistry.

(You can come back to this later.)

It had a corner fireplace, the huge wavy-glass windows of an early Victorian, a stained-glass foyer window, and an attic in which we found a steamship ticket to the Emma Giles.

As much as we loved that house, with one baby in tow and another on the way, three years later, we went house shopping for a bigger one. Mr. Oliver’s mother, a real estate agent who had never sold a house, saw us coming. “Hey,” she said, “There’s a three-acre lot in our neighborhood for sale, and the adjoining property owner is moving. Cool idea! He’s built an airplane hangar for his Cessna 152 his buyers don’t want. Why don’t you buy the lot and have his airplane hangar moved onto it? You can turn it into a house!” She was making this suggestion to someone whose parents had made a house from a barn. She knew her audience.

“What a swell idea!” exclaimed Mr. and Mrs. Dopey Stupid. “Let’s buy an airplane hangar!”

Which is what the house finch’s home seems to be. An airplane hangar. There have been touch-and-go landings, wave-offs, and flybys. They buzz the tower, and at least one crow has landed like a B52 bomber. I ran him off. I’m on neighborhood watch now.

Mother to any, mother to all. Parent to any, parent to all– if the world would just allow it. I’m protecting some brazen birds when I want to adopt teenagers who got passed over until adorable aged out to adolescence or take in fostered siblings so they will not be separated or orphaned children in Ukraine. I want to feed Gaza. Now. Yesterday. But I’m on bird duty. Like you, I hold that discrepancy, that disparity in stunned bafflement. What do I do with this inadequacy? This helplessness?

The longing to shelter must live in all of us. Which means the sadness of our inability to do so   does as well.

My mother once wrote, “The sky keeps teaching the ocean to be blue.” As if love is a tutorial and humans are the students who don’t advance. And it is all so vast that our efforts to help, to heal, feel insignificant. The ocean is not even blue. It’s only scattering light, and the sky becomes the blackness of space.

You want to do more, to give big, so give small. Offer whatever you can from wherever you are.

Give new meaning to shelter in place.

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Laura J. Oliver is an award-winning developmental book editor and writing coach, who has taught writing at the University of Maryland and St. John’s College. She is the author of The Story Within (Penguin Random House). Co-creator of The Writing Intensive at St. John’s College, she is the recipient of a Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Award in Fiction, an Anne Arundel County Arts Council Literary Arts Award winner, a two-time Glimmer Train Short Fiction finalist, and her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her website can be found here.

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The Dumbing Down of America – It’s a Major Brain Drain by Maria Grant

May 27, 2025 by Maria Grant Leave a Comment

In a matter of a few short months, Trump and his DOGE team have cancelled hundreds of research initiatives that had the potential to cure diseases and address climate change issues. 

Academics and other researchers who are experts in their fields are leaving America in droves and relocating to Canada, Europe, Australia, and yes, even China. The best and the brightest high school students who had once put American institutions as their first choices for college are scratching this country off their lists and changing their top choices to colleges outside the U.S. Already at least two professors at Ivy League universities have transferred to the University of Toronto. 

Massive firings have taken place at the National Institute of Health (NIH), the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS), the Center for Disease Control (CDC), the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), the National Science Foundation (NSF), the U.S. Geological Survey, and, of course, the Agency for International Development (USAID). Grants have been rescinded. Projects have been cancelled. 

In addition, Trump is making college students’ professors’ and administrators’ lives a living hell by jeopardizing the quality of education, their safety, and their livelihoods. Plus, the repayment obligations of student loan borrowers will increase dramatically. 

One of the most impacted sectors affected by all these cuts is medical research. When clinical trial research gets cancelled, momentum in valuable findings halts. People who were in the midst of participating in these trials who could possibly benefit from new findings are left high and dry. Such trials evaluate new medications, new procedures, new medical devices, and new behavioral interventions. NIH is the largest funder of this research and about 60 percent of its funding goes to various academic medical center campuses. 

Just a few examples of the research that was underway are studies on pediatric cancer, brain cancer, dementia, postpartum depression, melanoma, birth control, long COVID, and diabetes. Once these trials get shut down, it’s extremely difficult to restart them. Researchers lose their jobs. Equipment is dismantled. Tracking long-term effects of various trials is no longer possible. 

I read one article that highlighted the USAID clinical trial in Africa involving birth control devices where AID employees were frantically calling women urging them to get to a hospital immediately as no one would be available to track their results and outcomes. The fact that these projects were shut down with absolutely no advanced notice is reprehensible. 

Canada, Europe, Australia, and China are wasting no time in recruiting researchers, scientists, and college students. They have active campaigns to lure them with promises of increased research funding, paying for travel to their countries, support in finding housing, and more. One example is the University of AIX-Marseille in France, which has launched a Safe Place for Science Campaign offering a program where scientists can work on health, climate, and astrophysics initiatives. 

When Trump announced that he was going to revoke Harvard’s ability to enroll international students (now on hold as courts opine on the legality of this action), the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology immediately offered these Harvard international students unconditional admission with additional support for visa assistance, college credit transfers, housing, travel, and more. 

Just when I was bemoaning the fact that Trump’s policies couldn’t get much worse, they just did. Virtually every advantage that we have had over other countries is disintegrating before our eyes. Thanks to NIH research scientists, the Covid vaccine was developed in less than 12 months. Last month Trump fired the scientist who may have been responsible for saving his life. 

When you review academic papers on how to prevent brain drain, they suggest things like improving economic conditions, fostering inclusive environments, investing in education, creating incentives, encouraging international collaboration. In short, their advice is literally the polar opposite of everything Trump is decreeing with his endless executive orders. 

America is beginning to mobilize against many of these actions, but clearly, we need to do more. Thousands are attending town halls, protesting in the streets, joining groups like Indivisible to capitalize on best practices, combining forces with other groups, writing to their senators and representatives, and supporting, and promoting court pushbacks. 

The writer Isaac Asimov once wrote, “There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there always has been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that “my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.” 

Let’s just reflect on a fraction of the ignorance and incompetence that this administration has exhibited in recent weeks. 

Trump shows an image of dead white farmers who he says are from South Africa. In reality, the image is from Reuters footage in the Congo. 

Trump’s so-called free Qatari “flying palace” cost about $1 million for its flight to Palm Beach so Trump could check it out. It costs about $25,000 an hour to operate. Costs to retrofit the plane for his use are estimated to run in the hundreds of millions. 

DHS Secretary Kristi Noem is unable to define the meaning of habeas corpus.

 HHS Secretary RFK Jr. blames environmental toxins for autism. 

Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy blames the Biden administration for all transportation screw ups that occurred in the last two weeks, even though when he represented Wisconsin in Congress he voted against additional funding for the FAA. And then the Trump Doge team fired approximately 400 FAA employees.

A Congressional hearing took place to vet Trump’s choice for IRS Commissioner, Billy Long, a former auctioneer and major league poker player who holds no CPA designation, has no auditing experience, no college degree, and no finance background. He has what he calls a CTBA (Certified Tax and Business Advisor) credential which one can obtain if one goes to a three-day program from a firm called Excel Empire in Florida. I might add that when Long was a Missouri congressman, he called for the abolishment of the IRS.

And as we all know, Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth now manages almost 3.5 million people, (he formerly managed a nonprofit with fewer than 30 people, incurred severe cost overruns and was asked to step down), blames the editor of The Atlantic for being on the classified Signalgate chat rather than his own incompetence.

Heaven help us!

Maria Grant was principal-in-charge of the federal human capital practice of an international consulting firm. While on the Eastern Shore, she focuses on writing, reading, music, and nature. 

 

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