Starting a blog: where's the justice in higher education?

I went to graduate school thinking I wanted to be a professor and discovered that that was in fact a ludicrous idea. I spent all my time working with students in social justice-oriented centers and minimal time doing academic work. And so last year, I dumped the phd program and got a job in higher education as a queer program coordinator at a small liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. I work with four amazing similarily minded folk who are invested in students, anti-racism, feminism, anti-colonialism, and anti-imperialism, in no specific order. Like most liberal arts institutions, the student body is largely white and middle to upper class. But unlike most comparison schools, many students are really invested in social justice and an intersectional analysis of our world. And this sense of communal investment promotes feelings of guilt in those who aren't. In our office after every guilt-laden training or facilitated discussion, we talk about making t-shirts that say "Acknowledge, and THEN MOVE ON." Many of the students we meet are mired in their guilt and immobilized by their fears of offending. These students and similarly-minded staff, faculty, and alumni describe our campus as an overly politically correct space. Saving my rant about the phrase "politically correct" for another day, I begin this blog as a conversation foray into the questions of privilege, identities, power, oppresion, and the ways these forces play out in institutions of higher education and in my every day life. I make no promises, however, about limiting my thoughts to the workplace as I find that my relationships with students and co-workers comprise the majority of my social life in such a small town.