In my other, earlier work life, I served under Shirley Hufstedler, Terrell Bell, Lauro Cavazos, William Bennett, Lamar Alexander and Richard Riley.
All of these people had been appointed or elected officials with experience in education at the state and local levels of government. They knew about education; they knew about our educational system. They knew how to work with education professionals of all sorts. They knew about the statutes and regulations governing education in its relationship between the federal agency, the states, counties, universities and school districts.
The GOP and the Trump administration think that the American people deserve someone of Devoss's caliber: an ignorant, inexperienced malefactor who is totally out of her element.
The GOP and the Trump administration intends to subvert every major institution of the federal level which they don't like. Yet, apparently, from the popular vote, a majority of the American people would demand that their government be managed in a professional way. And Betsy Devoss's only profession seems to be that of being a rich, ignorant, uncaring, irresponsible GOP activist.
A nothing burger . . . . . Support Trump and Betsy DeVoss if you hate your kids and their future.
An afterthought. As a career civil servant, I got to meet and shake hands with two of those education secretaries: The first, and the last in my list. Cavazos was rumored to sleep for hours in his office. The others seemed invisible: invisible in the building; invisible in the elevator; invisible in the parking basement. they didn't extend their presence to the career staff -- people who were just hired to fill a position and perform a certain job description.
That is what you call a time series or block sample. It is a small sample. But it seems to be a stark statistic. The Democrats who filled the role of USED cabinet secretary seem to have taken their job more seriously, and treated the career staff with a certain dignity and respect. They made an attempt to be visible to the career civil service staff. So the writing was on the wall.
I had turned my RNC donor-membership card into a boot-scraping device for rainy days, cutting a serrated edge on the card with a pair of scissors. At some point, I began to openly scrape the mud from my shoes with it on the building steps when the weather required it. I retired in 1997.