Amanda Jo Cordova, Ph.D., Iowa State University This morning I sit in a local bakery so well lit it makes it impossible for my eyes to droop during a regular Monday morning writing session. The clang of bakery pans and the precise movement of the knife blade slicing through large trays of oversized cinnamon rolls, bread, and pastries awaken my senses. Soon, my fingers follow suit tapping the keys to the rhythm of my thoughts that return to a conversation I had with a dear colleague of mine. He mentioned the book burning episode at Georgia Southern University ( https://www.cnn.com/2019/10/11/us/georgia-southern-university-book-burning/index.html ) first thing Saturday morning as we prepared for our teaching day together.   I share my thinking and reflection as a site of knowledge and as a form of truth made valid from the space in academia I claim as my own emancipatory venture. My colleague seemed more shocked by this incident than me, and I began to wonder why I felt nothing but a