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Norm Denzin and the Windmills of Morality

Norm Denzin and the Windmills of Morality I came home through Salinas, country of Steinbeck, sleepy, hot summers, braceros working in the fields, tequila on Sunday. Over the hills I saw them, hundreds of windmills sucking electrical power from nature, trying to restore an impossible balance with our human dissipation of resources. I immediately thought of my friend Norm Denzin, a modern‐day Don Quixote, fighting the ill winds of injustice, of inequality, of racism, and, yes, of stagnant social science. As I reached closer to home, Las Vegas, the virtual city in the Nevada desert, Norm's image loomed larger: this is the city of the future—of cinematic “realities,” of architectural dreams (and nightmares), of performing scenarios. It was, and is, Norm's ideal sociological playground. Driving, dazed by the heat and the whirling windmills, I had a vision of when I first met Norm: The large man in khaki shorts, with a glint in his eyes said: “Three sevens.” Across the table, a white‐haired man exploded: “You g———SOB, you took four cards!” The other players laughed as the man in khaki shorts gathered the pile of nickels and quarters from the table. That's how I met Norm Denzin (the other man was Carl Couch). Of course, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Symbolic Interaction Wiley

Norm Denzin and the Windmills of Morality

Symbolic Interaction , Volume 26 (1) – Feb 1, 2003

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Wiley
Copyright
2003 Society for the Study of Symbolic Interaction
ISSN
0195-6086
eISSN
1533-8665
DOI
10.1525/si.2003.26.1.209
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Abstract

I came home through Salinas, country of Steinbeck, sleepy, hot summers, braceros working in the fields, tequila on Sunday. Over the hills I saw them, hundreds of windmills sucking electrical power from nature, trying to restore an impossible balance with our human dissipation of resources. I immediately thought of my friend Norm Denzin, a modern‐day Don Quixote, fighting the ill winds of injustice, of inequality, of racism, and, yes, of stagnant social science. As I reached closer to home, Las Vegas, the virtual city in the Nevada desert, Norm's image loomed larger: this is the city of the future—of cinematic “realities,” of architectural dreams (and nightmares), of performing scenarios. It was, and is, Norm's ideal sociological playground. Driving, dazed by the heat and the whirling windmills, I had a vision of when I first met Norm: The large man in khaki shorts, with a glint in his eyes said: “Three sevens.” Across the table, a white‐haired man exploded: “You g———SOB, you took four cards!” The other players laughed as the man in khaki shorts gathered the pile of nickels and quarters from the table. That's how I met Norm Denzin (the other man was Carl Couch). Of course,

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