What happens when a conservative gets a job in academia. The level of harassment is not to be believed. Worth the read.
....Perhaps I was lulled too much by university websites, always plugging lecture series, roundtables, and grants. I thought that the gospel of academic freedom was real, and professors could pursue truth without censorship. I thought the CSU was going to protect the free exchange of ideas.
I was not even finished moving into my office when Obama's face was plastered everywhere. It was election 2008; for me, the season in Hell. At the mere mention of Sarah Palin's name, seven colleagues at a table literally foamed at the mouth and moaned that only someone mentally retarded could respect such a "self-loathing bimbo." I confessed that I admired Palin to a colleague, and he immediately compared me to Hitler.
Afterwards, strange things began to happen. People became rude during cursory social interactions. Application after application for course release, teaching support, and other benefits came back rejected. Everything I sent to the department newsletter vanished into cyberspace. I couldn't get on committees, I was summarily removed from faculty groups like the Center for Sex and Gender Research, and I received bizarre communications at the rate of about one per week, which began with "it has come to my attention" and ended with some threat to punish me for the slightest deviation from the most picayune and arcane university regulations.
Within fourteen months of starting the job, I'd been hectored directly at a department retreat and denounced on the faculty listserv. A trio whom I'll call the Marxist Brothers -- one devoted to a lifelong crusade against the ghost of McCarthy, another obsessed with African-American literature, and another the darling who compared me to Hitler -- started having closed-door meetings with my chair, and the fun began.
Suddenly one of the Marxist Brothers unveiled a play about a Puerto Rican academic who narrowly avoided being jobless in budget cuts by working in intelligence and going to Afghanistan. The dean assured me that this was purely a coincidence and couldn't have anything to do with me -- the only Puerto Rican in the department, the only person working in intelligence, and, as the college's only faculty reservist, the only one facing deployment to Afghanistan. I was expected to take it in stride when the reading of this unwritten play was unexpectedly scheduled for nine days before a symposium I had organized on campus about gender and national security....
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