The student paper at Harvard has certainly nurtured some tortured philosophy but the recent argument for delayed justice/exams at this brick funhouse status craving adults send their children to begs to be belly-laughed at.
Here comes the author of the “Hey I was doing something important like awesomely fighting The Man.” article I will reference after we check out author William Desmond’s credentials.
Put upon by life’s many injustices William Desmond’s life was almost meaningless until he was stirred and shaken enough by media hype to attend some “demonstrations” in support of left wing race huckstering.
His Yale and Harvard years have certainly outfitted him with the proper sympathy for the common man. What is lacking though is Desmond’s inability while in law school, to discern between fake school and real life.
So he writes this:
Here is a sample of Desmond’s powerful argument for a social justice exam extension:
Our request for exam extensions is not being made from a position of weakness, but rather from one of strength and critical awareness.
Although over the last few weeks many law students have experienced moments of total despair, minutes of inconsolable tears and hours of utter confusion, many of these same students have also spent days in action—days of protesting, of organizing meetings, of drafting emails and letters, and of starting conversations long overdue. We have been synthesizing decades of police interactions, dissecting problems centuries old, and exposing the hypocrisy of silence.
I have seen the psychological trauma brought on by disillusionment with our justice system send some law students into a period of depression. After all, every death of an unarmed youth at the hands of law enforcement is a tragedy. The hesitancy to recognize the validity of these psychic effects demonstrates that, in addition to conversations on race, gender and class, our nation is starving for a genuine discussion about mental health. But to reduce our calls for exam extensions to mere cries for help exhibits a failure to understand the powerful images of die-ins and the booming chants of protestors disrupting the continuation of business as usual in cities across the country.
As a logger/blogger who writes and edits his own gibberish I find myself embarrassed for Desmond. He obviously, as a student from several elite fool factories, has never had to question anything that professors have popped into his head.
Years from now as the remaining Americans who can read and comprehend English sit with their faces in their hands and sigh at how far in government and academia Desmond has gone they will mutter to themselves, “Harvard and Yale, Oh my God. He reminds me of Barry.”