This week, Ohio Governor Mike DeWine and Lt. Governor Jim Tressel issued an urgent call: prepare for spring floods. Batten down the hatches. Charge the flashlights. Clear your gutters. There’s a storm coming—and it could be devastating.
But while the weather watches rolled in from the National Weather Service, another kind of flood—a man-made one—was already pouring through our state: a surge of political regression sealed with a signature and a smile. On March 28, Governor DeWine signed Senate Bill 1 into law, banning diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) programs at Ohio’s public colleges and universities. It wasn’t a surprise, but it was still a gut punch. And it wasn’t just the policy that stung—it was the performance. There they were in the commemorative photo: DeWine, Tressel, Speaker Huffman, Rep. Young, Sen. Cirino, and Rep. Williams, all grinning like they’d just unveiled the next generation of school reform. But instead of investing in the future, they undermined it. That piece of paper they proudly held up? It doesn’t protect students. It isolates them. Full disclosure: I’m not an outside commentator watching from the coast or pontificating from a podcast studio. I’m an Ohioan—born and raised in the capital city. As someone who has dedicated their life to education and equity, I know this moment hits hard. It’s not just about policy; it’s personal. It’s about my neighbors. My students. My children’s classmates. It’s about a vision for Ohio rooted in openness, not fear. DEI is not about special treatment. It’s about fair treatment. It’s about making sure that students from every walk of life—Black, brown, first-gen, immigrant, queer, disabled, rural, urban, and yes, even conservative—feel like they belong, that they matter, and that they have a shot. DEI programming isn’t some elite ideology cooked up in academic labs. It’s the reason a first-generation student walks into a classroom and doesn’t immediately walk out. It’s the reason a trans student feels safe on campus. It’s why a Muslim student can attend a school where their religious holidays are acknowledged, not erased. DEI is often the quiet safety net—the assurance that someone sees you and has your back. But instead of expanding those opportunities, this bill shrinks them. It sends a loud message: “We don’t want to discuss differences, we don’t want to acknowledge inequity, we don’t want to make room for you.” To my conservative neighbors, I get that this all might sound like an overreaction. You hear “DEI” and think of checklists, quotas, and a bloated bureaucracy of buzzwords. Maybe you’re tired of hearing that the system is broken when you feel you’ve played by the rules your whole life. I hear that frustration. I even respect parts of it. But let’s get one thing straight: DEI isn’t about guilt-tripping anyone. It’s about leveling the playing field. It’s not about vilifying history—it’s about telling the whole story. And it’s not about excluding people who disagree—it’s about creating space for respectful disagreement and growth. So, no, DEI isn’t a threat to education. It’s a lifeline. And this new law doesn’t protect students from harm—it protects institutions from accountability and shields systems from the very conversations they need most. What makes this especially painful is the presence of Lt. Governor Jim Tressel in that photo. Tressel—once a beloved college coach and university president—knows what it means to mentor students, foster belonging, and lead. Governor DeWine has, at times, positioned himself as a voice of reason within his party. These are not men without a moral compass, which is why, frankly, I expected better. I didn’t expect radical resistance, but I did hope for thoughtful leadership. Instead, what we got was a gesture—a safe political play that scores points with national talking heads while eroding the actual experiences of Ohio students. And let’s be clear: this is not what most Ohioans asked for. We asked for better schools, more affordability, safer campuses, and honest dialogue. Instead, we got culture war fireworks—performative wins over principled stands. The cost? An entire generation of students who now face a college landscape are less prepared to serve them, less open to hearing them, and less interested in fighting for them. But here’s what they didn’t anticipate: we’re not done. Not even close. Ohio’s educators, DEI practitioners, and students will keep showing up. We’ll still mentor, advise, and advocate. We’ll build unofficial support networks, whisper encouragement during office hours, and pass along the wisdom and belonging that no policy can entirely ban. You can outlaw an office. But you can’t outlaw empathy. You can defund a department. But you can’t defund dignity. The human spirit is not as easy to erase as a line of text in legislation. To the students feeling alienated by this law—please hear this: you are not alone. You are not too much. You are not a burden. You are essential to the future of this state and this nation. To the parents wondering what kind of world their child enters—I’m with you. And I promise there are still good people fighting to improve it. To my fellow Ohioans across the aisle: let’s have the tough conversations. Let’s debate. Let’s question systems. But let’s also agree that progress requires inclusion. That education means more than just memorization—it means understanding. And that no student should be asked to shrink themselves to fit into an outdated mold. Because let’s face it—Ohio’s future will look more like a mosaic than a mirror. And that’s not a problem to solve. That’s a strength to celebrate. And if this ban is supposed to silence us, it’s already failing. The conversations are still happening—in the dorms, dining halls, Zoom calls, student groups, hallway heart-to-hearts between faculty and students, and in every space where people still care more about justice than comfort. We are many. We are louder than one bill. We are more enduring than one governor’s legacy. We’ve weathered storms before in Ohio. And each time, we’ve come back stronger—not because of the policies handed down, but because of the people who stood up. So here’s our sandbag: truth. Our pump: solidarity. Our shelter: each other. We don’t need permission to build a better future—we need each other to believe it’s still possible. If this piece resonated with you, stirred something in you, or made you stop and think—let’s keep the conversation going. Follow, support, and grow with me on Substack at The Introvert’s Revolt—a space for bold essays and reflections on equity, culture, community, and unapologetic truth-telling from the heart of Ohio.👉 iamjuunia.substack.com Because some storms need more than an umbrella—they need a voice. Yours and mine.
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