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... of Politics Feb 8/05: More on the University of Colorado and Hamilton College suicide pact... In response to the so very appropriate outrage over the Wooden Indian, aka Bin Laden sympathizer Ward Churchill (see entry Feb 3), a real scholar, Thomas Brown of Lamar University, has made a preliminary release of his work,
Brown introduces his stunning review of Churchill's long-running scam with,
Churchill, Brown concludes, operates by way of "oppositional identity" -- something you and I already know as teenage angst. Taking it well beyond adolescence, in Churchill it's a sickening manipulation of dissent for self-promotion:
Would that the other academic pretenders have that same decency Mr. Churchill has displayed not just to make fools of themselves but to prove it. Hamilton College's homegrown "oppositional identifiers" have washed their hands of him -- and, worse, have been allowed by the college to get away with it. The chief perp in all this -- whom Churchill can thank for his current media roll, and his soon-to-be unemployment, has been let off all too easily: The New York Times paints her white with this story:
Sure, Nancy, honey, you just let others do the violence and its advocacy for you. Rabinowitz leads an inane crowd of hysterical feminists at Hamilton with whom I dealt as a student there in the early 1980s. I watched her and other "teachers" infect students, mostly girls, but not only girls, with a virus of self-loathing whose chief symptom was a feminist masquerade and a rejection of all things male. All things. They actually ran around campus blowing whistles at "known" womanizers. (That one was quite funny, actually! I'm afraid to say no one blew a whistle my way.) They actually protested the chapel and its steeple for being a phallic symbol. And, contrary to the statement by Hamilton's current president that,
the Rabinowitz crowd damned well did shut down a campus visitor. I watched it happen. When the campus film society announced its intention to show a mildly pornographic animated film about the sex life, or, rather, its absence, of a rather pathetic member of the avian/aquatic species, the gender warriors took to outrage and shut it down. No diversity allowed when confronted by the "Dirty Duck." Poor duck, all he wanted was to get laid... Of course the school employed the limp wrist and refused to back the film society, so I organized a showing of it "off campus" at my fraternity, and paid by non-campus funds. Fraternities, btw, were a few years ago kicked out, under the sickening theories of the uber-egalitarians and their forced parity, dead or alive, that the presence of fraternities was inherently unfair to women. So much for diversity, eh? But there's good news in all this, especially in that Hamilton College has gotten precisely what it deserves: bad publicity. And, oh yes, we gave as good as we took back then. A giant snow penis we made for a freshman girl's birthday was untouchable as it was on private property. A professor, a classic, who lived down the road from our rented, private house, walked by as we were celebrating its magnificence (it made the college paper). He said nothing as he plodded along in his short, old-man's steps. We went silent. If he were offended, then we went too far. Head shaking back and forth, he got to the end of the property and turned to us, freezing us, beer or smoke in hand, like ice.
Another day I stood in his office looking out upon a circling protest of pickets and chants around the president's office. The old professor watched quietly, shaking his head. "What's the matter?" I asked, worried for what he was thinking. Eyeing one of teachers in the crowd, he said,
True story. Thankfully, not all of Hamilton is so crazed as Rabinowitz & Co. Here for an fine piece in The Washington Times by Hamilton professor of history, Bob Paquette Professor Paquette -- whose class I never took because the Department chair (later the president of the College who shut down the fraternities) was my freshman class advisor and was such a prick I refused to take history at Hamilton* -- offers a perfectly marvelous synonym for practitioners of "oppositional identity":
Too good, Professor Paquette, too good! And thank you for standing up to the fools. * The following year I got up the courage to try
the History Dept., and signed up for a class on the French Revolution. It was
taught through the eyes of a feminist-communist... Man, I fought for that
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