The rot was in full view during my university days. In 1997 an English department chair was a very closeted conservative. I know this because I showed up at his office with WSJ one morning and during our meeting I mentioned something in one of the editorials.
He admitted he read the WSJ too but glancing around I didn’t see a single paper…
The rot was in full view during my university days. In 1997 an English department chair was a very closeted conservative. I know this because I showed up at his office with WSJ one morning and during our meeting I mentioned something in one of the editorials.
He admitted he read the WSJ too but glancing around I didn’t see a single paper.
He said he had it delivered to his home.
As time went on and he grew to trust me he told me he didn’t dare let his true sociopolitical ideas be known around campus lest his position be more threatened than it already was.
I couldn’t believe he was that afraid of the lunatics I met and argued with on campus but he was right after all.
Well I can tell you that english department denizens have been namby pamby wokesters in training who had feelings made of glass easily cracked for at least the last 50 years (sheesh I am that old - yikes).
Freshman English is always taught by TAs. This one chick I had taught Shakespeare and we had to write a paper on King Lear. I didn’t agree with her conclusion and got a C. When I confronted her with she only wanted parroting she burst into tears.
Needless to say, I was not and never was an English major. And I quickly learned how to play the game.
On of my English professors, seeing the tough time I was having as a classical liberal, confessed to me that her views had become more moderate since she had first begun teaching. But she begged me not to reveal that to anyone. She said it would be "social suicide"--her exact words.
The rot was in full view during my university days. In 1997 an English department chair was a very closeted conservative. I know this because I showed up at his office with WSJ one morning and during our meeting I mentioned something in one of the editorials.
He admitted he read the WSJ too but glancing around I didn’t see a single paper.
He said he had it delivered to his home.
As time went on and he grew to trust me he told me he didn’t dare let his true sociopolitical ideas be known around campus lest his position be more threatened than it already was.
I couldn’t believe he was that afraid of the lunatics I met and argued with on campus but he was right after all.
Like all rot there are two options:
1. Cut out the rot and let the whole heal or
2. Let the whole die and start over.
Well I can tell you that english department denizens have been namby pamby wokesters in training who had feelings made of glass easily cracked for at least the last 50 years (sheesh I am that old - yikes).
Freshman English is always taught by TAs. This one chick I had taught Shakespeare and we had to write a paper on King Lear. I didn’t agree with her conclusion and got a C. When I confronted her with she only wanted parroting she burst into tears.
Needless to say, I was not and never was an English major. And I quickly learned how to play the game.
On of my English professors, seeing the tough time I was having as a classical liberal, confessed to me that her views had become more moderate since she had first begun teaching. But she begged me not to reveal that to anyone. She said it would be "social suicide"--her exact words.