It's even in a name. Over at Lebanon
Valley College in Pennsylvania the Black Student Union is demanding the
renaming of Lynch Memorial Hall. Inside
Higher Ed reports, "Students who are pushing for the name
change say that the name 'Lynch' has racist associations because of
lynching."
A Memorial to Lynching? Is the building a memorial to the
act of lynching? "The building is named for Clyde A. Lynch, an alumnus who
was president of the college from 1932 to 1950, and who died in office. He is
credited with helping to keep the college functioning and growing during the
Depression, no easy task for a small college without a large endowment."
Shh, don't tell them about our new Attorney General. They might suffer trauma at hearing
the name Loretta Lynch. Or what about Lynchburg? Should the city be renamed?
Yes, we have a problem in education, but it has little to do with racial
discrimination and everything to do with intellectual discernment. If anything,
we need to be more discriminating about whom we admit to college.
At Emory University where I taught for seven years, the
administration has promised all kinds of things, such as hiring more faculty from the preferred
groups and holding more and more expensive and time-consuming workshops that
breed racial resentment. (I think I see the activists' strategy!)
Having
spent so many years on campuses I like to think of myself as inured to such
craziness. But a couple things jumped out in the Emory administration's
response. (Apparently, the Emory students' "Wall
of Love" was not enough.) Rod
Dreher at American Conservative
was particularly alarmed by capitulation to the demand that students judge
professors on end-of-course evaluations with "at least
two open-ended questions such as: “Has this professor made any microaggressions
towards you on account of your race, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation,
language, and/or other identity?” and “Do you think that this professor fits
into the vision of Emory University being a community of care for individuals
of all racial, gender, ability, and class identities?”
Student evaluations report on faculty sensitivity. In other words, students will
evaluate faculty not on their teaching ability, but on their
microaggressive-ness and fitting "the vision" of a "community of
care."
Sensitivity to Need for Psychological Services: The Dissident Prof, however, was
struck by the fact that the administration suggested that the need for
psychological counseling services is greater among "students of
color." They are happily capitulating to "demands" that more
resources be available to Black students through Counseling and Psychological
Services (CAPS).
The
administrators, Ajay Nair, Senior Vice President and Dean of Campus Life, and
Claire E. Sterk, Provost and Executive Vice President for Academic Affairs,
proclaim, "Recognizing that mental health is an important part of student
success, last spring we created a new executive-level position to lead the CAPS
office."
They
note that currently, "half of the CAPS staff are people of color and 43
percent of the clients served last year were students of color, including 13
percent who identified as Black or African American." This seems to be a
disproportionate number compared to the student population.
The Wall of Love: In addition to improvements in "bias
incident reporting" (yes, there are teams to handle that on campuses
nationwide) more academic support, diversity inisatives, increased
representation in faculty, staff, and administrators, and an expansion of GED
programs to the cafeteria staff, the administrators remind protestors that The
Wall of Love was led by students and supported by the Office of Multicultural
Programs and Services. It was offered as "as a space for healing in light
of racist comments on social media."
More healing promised: As the traumatic week of final exams
approaches, a program is scheduled "to help students prepare for exams and
engage in self-care."
Happiness Boot Camp for Black Students: Even more healing is planned for the spring semester: "For spring semester, the Office of Health Promotion (OHP) is developing a Happiness Boot Camp for Black students as part of Flourish Emory." (Maybe they should just give a pony to every student.)<
At Hamilton College: Closer to where I live now, Hamilton College's
The Movement was ridiculed by the Daily
Beast for its "demands" presented in such style: “We, the
Students of Hamilton College, demand that white faculty are discouraged from
leading departments about demographics and societies colonized, massacred, and
enslaved.” The college website, however, described the goings-on as "Hamilton
College Student Group Joins National Conversation":
"On
Tuesday, Nov. 17, Hamilton’s Days-Massolo Center sponsored the first of a
series of “crucial conversations” about students and faculty of color,
inclusivity, intolerance and offensive social media posts. About 85 people
attended. The next
afternoon, students marched from the Kirner- Johnson Building to Burke Library
and Buttrick Hall, where the President’s office is located. On Tuesday, Dec. 1,
an anonymous group of students calling themselves the Movement sent a list of
demands to college administrators. That afternoon about two dozen students came
to the regularly scheduled monthly faculty meeting; some read from the
Movement’s demands and others asked questions or made statements. The meeting
was peaceful and discussion was civil."
That's a
more than slightly different take than even the student newspaper The Spectator had. Their photos
showed students at the faculty meeting in t-shirts labeled
"token"--clearly there to "occupy" the meeting and take it
over. Another photo shows students occupying Buttrick Hall, crowding inside and
disrupting workday activities.
Editor-in-chief of Enquiry Mike
Adamo suggested that Stewart could learn what "a discussion is,
because it sure doesn't involve 'demands.'" Adamo is one of the AHI undergraduate fellows. In September,
he questioned Dean of Faculty, Patrick Reynolds, and Dean of Students, Nancy
Thompson, about their invitation to Rhodessa Jones. He received a generic reply
from Phyllis Breland of the Days-Massolo Center, which did not even mention his
request for "comment on how programming like this reflects the quality of
political discussion at Hamilton." That was after he quoted a positive
review in SF Gate that
described Jones's film Birthright
in which women scream, " ‘Burn, mother—, burn.’ . . . .it is screamed,
yelped, escaping primally from the women’s vocal cords. Projected onto the back
of the stage is an image of the White House, and then picture after picture of
Republican political figures — Newt Gingrich, Rick Santorum, Ted Cruz.”
Executive
Director of AHI (which sponsors Enquiry) and Hamilton College
History Professor Robert Paquette made a comment on the college website post
about the nationwide student "conversation." Paquette noted that
during his 35-year tenure at Hamilton, he has seen "no
dearth of conversations by Joan Hinde Stewart or her administrators when it
comes to having conversations with groups with what might be called a
progressive agenda. She intends to claim "diversity" as one of her
greatest legacies of her Hamilton presidency. She has no intention of being
stand-offish to those who claim to be acting for the benefit of historically
underprivileged groups."
Students
with a right-of-center bent, however, "seem to be unworthy of
conversation," he added.
Indeed,
deans at Hamilton did not deem an inquiry by an AHI undergraduate fellow
regarding Rhodessa
Jones's appearance worthy of "conversation," or even the courtesy
of a reply.
Alas, one does not know whether to laugh or
cry. But a song came to mind, a country Western song, as so often happens to
the Dissident Prof, especially as she cries into her beer over the state of the
academy. Lyrics follow below (with apologies to Ed Bruce, and Waylon and
Willie). Most will know the tune when they see the words. But if not, there are
links below, including to some karaoke music so you can sing along:
Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Go to College, by Mary
Grabar, the Dissident Prof:
Students
ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to mold
They’d rather give you a song than high grades or gold
Cry-baby babbles and old faded slogans
And a complaint begin a new day
If you don’t understand him, you’re racist
And you should just go away.
They’d rather give you a song than high grades or gold
Cry-baby babbles and old faded slogans
And a complaint begin a new day
If you don’t understand him, you’re racist
And you should just go away.
Mamas,
don't let your babies go to college
Don’t let ‘em take classes and spend them big bucks
Make em be plumbers and welders and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies go to college
Cause they’ll never stay sane; they’re always deranged
Even with someone they love
Don’t let ‘em take classes and spend them big bucks
Make em be plumbers and welders and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies go to college
Cause they’ll never stay sane; they’re always deranged
Even with someone they love
Students
like sparkly new dorm rooms and clear trigger warnings
Nice shiny trophies and victims and talks late in the night
Them that don’t know them will hate them and them that do
Sometimes won’t know how take them
No one’s wrong, they’re just different but their pride won’t let them
Do things to make you think they’re bright.
Nice shiny trophies and victims and talks late in the night
Them that don’t know them will hate them and them that do
Sometimes won’t know how take them
No one’s wrong, they’re just different but their pride won’t let them
Do things to make you think they’re bright.
Mamas,
don't let your babies go to college
Don’t let ‘em take classes and spend them big bucks
Make em be plumbers and welders and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies go to college
Cause they’ll never stay sane; they’re always deranged
Even with someone they love.
Don’t let ‘em take classes and spend them big bucks
Make em be plumbers and welders and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies go to college
Cause they’ll never stay sane; they’re always deranged
Even with someone they love.
Sing
along with karaoke music by clicking here.
The
original version by Ed Bruce by clicking here.
The Waylon
Jennings and Willie Nelson version by clicking here.
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