College of Convictions

It was sickening to hear the presidents of what are considered to be three of the country’s most prestigious universities of higher learning — Harvard, the University of Pennsylvania and M.I.T. — try to sidestep, prevaricate and otherwise legalese their way out of a definitive answer when asked point blank at a Congressional hearing this week:

Does calling for the genocide of Jews violate your (university) code of conduct and rules regarding bullying or harassment?

Still, for me it was not terribly surprising to hear answers like:

It depends on the context…

Or…

If targeted at individuals not making public statements…

Or…

If the speech turns into conduct, that’s harassment…

As my young teenage self used to reply to my parents after they nixed any one of my perfectly reasoned requests:

A simple no would have sufficed.     

I’m already exhausted

Parsing words and phrases are a hallmark of big companies, nee institutions, these days.  (Note: With some X-ceptions).  And some of the most noted, bigger institutions under fire right now, especially by the razor thin Republican majority in the U.S. House of Representatives, are the large and well-financed Ivy League universities and colleges turning out many of the upcoming American leaders of tomorrow.

Liberal bastions teaching slanted points of view to brainwashed students.

As if a religious college or university would be some alternate bastion of inclusion.

Dramatic?

Nevertheless, these university presidents really fell into it when Rep. Elise Stefanik (NY-R), the fourth ranking Republican in the House and Liz Cheney’s replacement as Republican conference chair once she decided to co-chair the second Trump impeachment committee, began her line of questioning.

Quick backstory: Stefanik was a moderate Republican who turned full MAGA after Trump lost his re-election bid.  In fact, she spoke out against ratifying Pennsylvania’s electoral votes after the Trump mob stormed the Capitol building on Insurrection Day. At which point, Stefanik, a Harvard alumna, was promptly removed as a senior member of the prestigious Harvard Institute of Politics.

Noted

Now I’m not saying it was the backlash she received from Harvard for being a Team Trump election denier that caused Rep. Stefanik to come fully-armed with a lacerating string of pointed questions and follow-up accusations against these three female college presidents last week at a hearing entitled, “Holding Campus Leaders Accountable and Confronting Anti-Semitism.”

Nor am I saying that her politics and personal animus did not contribute to how she went about it.

All I am noting is that one needs to look at the fullest picture possible in order to make a judgment on an issue – particularly this issue. 

Yeah, you missed it

The latter is something those of us in higher education work tirelessly to achieve and relate to our students when they fly off the handle and make assumptions that can’t quite be supported.  The kind of thing my teenage self used to do continuously before I had the good fortune to train my mind in college and grad school to ask questions and only answer them once I had the full set of facts.

Speaking of which, I am not for one millisecond defending the embarrassing, nonsensical and, frankly scary answers those three smart, professional women of higher education gave to Stefanik’s ambush… I mean….cross-examination.

really, really, really bad

University of Pennsylvania president Liz Magill issued a mea culpa expanded statement condemning anti-Semitism the next day for saying things like, condemning statements of Jewish genocide would be “context dependent.” 

But it didn’t help much.  Magill was forced to resign a few days later though, for the time being, she will remain a faculty member at the institution’s law school.  That’s right, you shouldn’t be shocked to learn Ms. Magill is indeed a….trained attorney.

Double, triple, quadruple yikes

Her much too nuanced, too cautious and too intellectualized response is typical of exactly what is wrong with not only higher education but with the public stage of thought policing these days.  And it was the very predictable hesitancy of Magill, as well as of Harvard’s Claudine Gay and M.I.T.’s Sally Kornbluth to substantively wade into anything too absolute that Stefanik was counting on to create a viral revenge moment at the institution that helped train her, as well as institutions like it.

Stefanik has already, in the aftermath of her viral triumph, promised a “reckoning” and a deeper look into sources and funding of the nation’s colleges and universities across the board as well as how their diversity, equity and inclusion offices function.

She’s choosy about consequences

And she vows this under the banner of their treatment of Jewish students and unchecked anti-Semitism on campuses.

Um, right.  Like Sister Aloysuis says in John Patrick Shanley’s famous Pulitzer Prize-winning play:

I have doubts.  I have such doubts!

(Note: Yes, the play is indeed titled Doubt but I didn’t want to give the line away before you read it).

See, free speech does not mean one has the freedom to incite riots and advocate, or even heavily imply violence, against any minority group, as some presidential candidates (Note: And in one case, even a former president) have been known to do.  It means everyone is entitled to their opinions and beliefs but are limited in how and where they can broadcast them, especially when they are in rarified, controlled spaces (e.g. colleges) and violent intent is concerned.

I hear ya

Certainly, MAGA’s Stefanik understands this.  But she also understands the tricky position cowering university presidents are in these days when addressing controversy.  And clearly the public faces of universities under Congressional questioning understand just how quickly their answers can be used against them by agenda driven politicians who want to fire their words as weapons back at them.

So they parse – and parse badly – never anticipating that given where we are right now in the real world it will all rightly get read as anti-Semitism by a top member of a political party whose leader makes racist, not to mention sexist, pronouncements daily. 

In fact, rooting out the vermin our country -as non-white immigrants as well as anyone vociferously disagreeing with the Republican agenda gets referred to – has become a new staple in the stump speech of that party’s runaway leader to be its 2024 nominee for POTUS.

How is this happening again?

I choose to believe that there is not a single president among those three that actually believes it is okay to publicly advocate for the genocide of Jews – and not only because I’m Jewish.

The problem is their first instinct was to NOT definitively stand against it for fear of… retribution?  Controversy?  Offense? 

If a rank amateur “mean girl” like Stefanik can hornswoggle them so easily, how will they fare if Trump and his crew of psycho pirates ever get back into the White House?

k bye

As of right now, not well.  However, there is almost a year for them, and us, to get more fully educated.   At which time we can then publicly – and very simply – espouse the courage of our convictions to anyone and everyone that will listen.

Big Ten College Fight Songs – Columbus Gay Men’s Chorus

The Good, The Bad, and The Santos

I used to be a movie critic so I don’t take much of what they say to heart.

Nor do I care that much about what the now ex-public servant George Santos, the self-proclaimed Mary Magdalene of Congress, has to say about anything.

But first, let’s talk about the critics.  We’ll get to Mary, I mean, George, in a few moments.

Not yet, Mary!

My former colleague and fellow critic at Daily Variety, Jim Harwood, summed it up best years ago when some outraged stranger asked him pointedly what qualified HIM to be a movie critic.

Harwood tartly replied:

Because I have an opinion and a place to print it.

That’s about all there is to it. 

Bam!

In fact, it’s so perfectly succinct, I’ve told that anecdote many times before and written it about it several times here.

Then why was I so outraged with the New York Film Critics Association this week when they announced their awards for 2023? 

Even more outraged than I was about Santos, the 35 year-old (maybe?), Botox using at the expense of his campaign contributors (Note:  Seriously, how many lines could she possibly have?), the entire time he was in Congress.

Well, I’ll tell you.

Buckle up, it’s story time

I’ve seen thousands of movies over the years and can count on less than ten fingers the number of times I’ve walked out of a theatre before a film is over.  As bad as something might be, it just doesn’t seem right to not give the filmmakers their due and view what they’ve turned out to the bitter end.

This is unlike watching a Congressional hearing on cable news where the very nature of the questions and comments simply beg you to turn them off.

His first name is Markwayne, so my brain already turned off

It’s difficult to make a movie, even one that doesn’t work for you.  But it’s pretty simple to stage a House or Senate committee hearing where you can manage to bore and/or offend just about anyone in record time and get them to leave.

Nevertheless, I made an exception to my longstanding rule of not walking out on a movie if I could help it this summer at Outfest, the LGBTQ film festival, because the lead performance in one film was so simultaneously grating, flat, whiny and, well, amateurish, that it took me out of the story, not to mention the performances of all the other capable actors, and literally made me cringe.

Repeatedly.

Yikes

Even more than Santos calling himself Mary Magdalene, which is really saying something significant, a practice George seldom indulges in.

Anyway, I whispered half-an-hour in to the friend who took me to this film if he thought this lead actor wasn’t just god-awful.  To which he whispered back, yeah, he’s not very good.  And we kept watching the movie.

But with each line of dialogue and every outrageous scene after another he appeared in, this actor made me want to climb the walls.  It was like the worst line readings of every bit of dialogue I and every writer friend of mine had ever written were all strung together and projected in 35mm in one endless loop for eternity. 

I wish it were a silent movie #yikes

Not as blithely silly as George nor as starkly offensive and obnoxious as George’s choice for president, Donald Trump, but equally as nails on a blackboard bad.

Finally, with less than twenty minutes to go in the film, I blurted out to my friend that I was leaving.

Really?  It’s almost over.

I can’t do it, I replied.  I can’t stay here one minute longer.  Not one second longer.

At which point, I got up and walked as unobtrusively as I could up the aisle and out the door, praying I wouldn’t run into the filmmaker or, even worse, that actor.

If only the theater had a slide

Unlike George and his MAGA clan, I had no interest in making this a thing, a media worthy meme or even a slightly hurtful, tone deaf personal encounter.

As you might have googled by now, the actor is Franz Rogowski, and for his work in Ira Sachs’ Passages he was this week named best actor of the year by the New York Film Critics Association.

Yep, that’s him

Better than Cillian Murphy in Oppenheimer.

Better than Bradley Cooper in Maestro.

Better than Colman Domingo in Rustin.

Even better than Paul Giamatti in The Holdovers, Jeffrey Wright in American Fiction, Barry Keoghan in Saltburn, Andrew Scott in All Of Us Strangers, Teo Yoo in Past Lives or Leonardo DiCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon, the latter NYFCA’s choice for best film of the year.

Having already seen many of the above films and read glowing notices on the remaining handful, I can’t fathom in a thousand George Santos-es how the New York critics made their choice in that category this year.

My best guess

Perhaps it has to do with attention-getting or simply standing out from the crowd, never good reasoning for a critical determination but certainly the point at which the Carousel of American Regression that is Santos comes in.

It seems these days being outrageously untruthful and different from everyone else is enough to make you a popular winner.  At least temporarily. 

The sweater under the jacket still confounds me

I mean, Santos defrauded his voters by lying about where he went to school and his business experience all the while spending their hard-earned money on designer clothes and paying off his credits card debts as he passed himself off as Jewish (Note: Later stating he really only meant he was Jew-ish, aka like being a little bit pregnant-ish) and claimed that his mother had died  on 9/11 at the World Trade Center’s South Tower when all the while she was living in her native Brazil, alone and very far away from her soon to be quite infamous son.

Again… yikes

Though I might argue vociferously with Mr. Rogowski being the recipient of his award, at the end of the day we all know this is just merely a matter of opinion. 

But George “Mary Magdalene” Santos, Donald “Orange Jesus” Trump and everyone else in the entire MAGA brood, should be made to face all of the legal and moral consequences their performative behaviors have wrought in these last several years, entertaining as they might seem to some audiences.

Most certainly, they should not be awarded anything for them.  Or rewarded in any way, shape or form.

Saturday Night Live — George Santos Cold Open (12/2/23)