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Bio

Dr. James Justin Sledge was born and raised in a proud working-class Mississippi family.  He learned the fundamental value of labor from his father who was a pipe-fitter and the crucial  importance of un-waged labor from his mother.

A first generation college student, Dr. Sledge earned his undergraduate degree at Millsaps College then went for a MA in religious studies at the Universiteit van Amsterdam and a MA and PhD in philosophy at the University of Memphis.  

 

He is currently an adjunct professor of philosophy and religion at several institutions in the Metro-Detroit area and a popular local educator.

Dr. Sledge has two different but equally important fields of research: 

The first is the intersection between metaphysics, ethics and radical political philosophy.  His dissertation reflects this interest through a careful analysis of the meta-ethics of Karl Marx.  There Dr. Sledge argues that Marx’s emerging materialist theory of history ultimately pins him as electing a kind of ethics of virtue with the ethical dialectic of this epoch being solidarity-reification.

Dr. Sledge’s other work engages with Religious Studies specifically in the so-called “Western Esoteric Tradition” or Hermetic Tradition in religious and philosophical thought.  In this line of research he seeks to grasps the philosophical commitments which underpin the alleged workings of magic, esoteric influence, spirit possession, alchemy, etc.  This field of inquiry brings him primarily into contact with philosophers and intellectuals regrettably disregarded by the modern philosophic canon. 

He is currently preparing material on the Ancient Near Eastern Prophetic Tradition, spirit possession in the early modern Jewish world, and is slowly working through the Zohar.

Outside of his academic work Justin is a calligrapher, home brewer, Go player, and habitual trouble-maker (see picture on right for long standing proof).  He lives in Detroit, Michigan with his amazing partner Rabbi Alana Alpert and pup Mississippi.

Not-Fun-Fact:  I once broke my arm twice in one day