One professor at Syracuse University has had enough of the college whining. Perhaps he’s got a Jordan Peterson tramp stamp tattoo. Or he should after this.
Some back story. A collection of frat bros posted a video with a few questionable words. Of the racial slur variety. They claim it was satire. The outrage mob disagreed. Now the bros are suspended from school and are suing. As far as the video itself goes, I’ll just say there’s no accounting for taste. But the outrage-driven controversy was enough to make adjunct associate professor Stuart Card decide teaching wasn’t for him anymore.
He issued a statement to his peers, according to those meddling kids at Campus Reform:
“I strongly believe that reinforcing the current myth that individuals are likely to be damaged by exposure to expressions that they find offensive, and thus require pampering, is a disservice to our students and our profession,” he began.
“I know my view on this is out of sync with current opinion,” he conceded, but recalled how difficulties he encountered as a young person had “toughened” him and made him stronger, and argued that “coddling promotes weakness.”
Card concluded by telling the administration not to hire him as an adjunct professor anymore if it considered his views “so objectionable as to disqualify me from further service.”
Which the University did. Over the “misalignment between [his] values and those of the college” disqualified him from “continuing to teach SU students.”
Misalignment of values. Like “I don’t think college kids should be walking pussies.” Cute.
Here’s the heart of the matter portion of it.
Now, we must create a ‘safe space’ in which our children can remain happily ignorant, soft, and unprepared for jobs and situations where economic and even physical threats will be much more substantial than ugly words. We are tearing down the long proud intellectual traditions of western civilization, which made the United States of America one of the most productive, prosperous, safe, and free countries in history.
What is going to be left in the wake of all this safe-space, crying over chalk, college shenanigans keeps me up at night. Or it would if I wasn’t going to be dead by the time there’s a reckoning. Dead from a self-inflicted wound. Specifically a mechanical pencil to the eye.
The lack of free speech on college campuses seems as common as overpriced textbooks. And gender guidebooks. Combined with students whining about cultural appropriation, guns, and that one summer at band camp. Just try running a comedy show there and you’ll see (see Leftist Crybabies Gathering to Protest Steven Crowder at SMU and DePaul University Bans Crowder from Speaking. Now He’s Threatening to Visit.).
At some point, the cannibalism has to end, no? Lest the schools devour themselves, the professors, and the vegan dinner trays.