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I am putting this under a cut since the subject material might be rough for some people. I am talking about college and accusations of harassment against a professor by a number of students.
I can remember reading about it in an out of town paper. I was somewhere on the Eastern Seaboard doing some show. I called up my mom to find out if it was true. She gave me a short run down on what had happened and what was happening. I just couldn’t believe it.
A professor had been accused of sexual harassment but for me it was much more personal. This is a professor I had known for years. One of his kids and I were good friends in college. My family knew their family. It made no sense to me at all. This was an acclaimed professor who had been courted by my university to join them. He had established a program for them that was world renowned. He had stepped down until the charges could be investigated.
I had my mother keep me up on the details and I got in touch with my friend to tell him that if his family needed any help, I was there for them. This was before the advent of public e-mail. My friend thanked me for the support. We had a long talk about what was going on. I could hear the hurt and anger in his voice.
What he was accused of was being too touchy feely with students who “felt” they could not say anything because he held their grade in his hands. In fact the accusation came from a male student who was (it was found out later) trying to get into the pants of one of the students that said that she felt harassed. He said that he was making a stand for the poor woman who would not speak because it would be swept under the rug.
I was livid. Yes, the professor was a hugger. But his whole family were huggers. It was nothing more than a hug. When I met the professor’s nephew several years later, he hugged me. It was genetic with this family. But there was nothing sexual meant at all. He was known as a professor that would really listen to you and try to help you through the stress of his particular discipline.
And then the witch hunt began. People came forward with other accusations against him. When questioned, their stories got shakier and shakier. Then things started coming out about the accusers. The woman who convinced the male to take point was failing the professor’s class. She had a history of shouting “sexual harassment” when classes didn’t go her way. One of the women was not in the professor’s classes and had never met with him. It turned out that she was best buds with the other woman.
A committee was put together to go over all the accusations. On it were college professors, several students, legal council and the vice president of the university. They went over everything presented to them. They questioned witnesses both for and against the professor. They poured over his appointment books. They talked to his wife. And in the end, they found that this whole thing was groundless. They presented their findings to the rest of the university. And the people who had become well know for the witch hunt objected. They protested at the department. They made the professor’s life a living hell.
The professor resigned in disgrace because he knew that his reputation had been beaten into the ground and spat upon. He didn’t want to see what he had built for the university be destroyed. He walked away from what he had been doing with most of his adult life. Of course he never found another position. He was tainted. Countless students could not benefit from his wisdom or teachings which had been praised greatly.
Probably the saddest part was the woman who started this whole thing later admitted that he hadn’t done anything untoward and she was worried about flunking the class. She had born false witness and destroyed a man’s career. Nothing happened to her other than I bet no one trusted her very much.
I am still angry about this to this day. I have been honestly shaking in rage as I typed this. It taught me a valuable lesson but at a great cost to a family that I loved as my own.
This has been my entry for this weeks LJ Idol. The story was true. I did gloss a couple of things but the facts were real
I can remember reading about it in an out of town paper. I was somewhere on the Eastern Seaboard doing some show. I called up my mom to find out if it was true. She gave me a short run down on what had happened and what was happening. I just couldn’t believe it.
A professor had been accused of sexual harassment but for me it was much more personal. This is a professor I had known for years. One of his kids and I were good friends in college. My family knew their family. It made no sense to me at all. This was an acclaimed professor who had been courted by my university to join them. He had established a program for them that was world renowned. He had stepped down until the charges could be investigated.
I had my mother keep me up on the details and I got in touch with my friend to tell him that if his family needed any help, I was there for them. This was before the advent of public e-mail. My friend thanked me for the support. We had a long talk about what was going on. I could hear the hurt and anger in his voice.
What he was accused of was being too touchy feely with students who “felt” they could not say anything because he held their grade in his hands. In fact the accusation came from a male student who was (it was found out later) trying to get into the pants of one of the students that said that she felt harassed. He said that he was making a stand for the poor woman who would not speak because it would be swept under the rug.
I was livid. Yes, the professor was a hugger. But his whole family were huggers. It was nothing more than a hug. When I met the professor’s nephew several years later, he hugged me. It was genetic with this family. But there was nothing sexual meant at all. He was known as a professor that would really listen to you and try to help you through the stress of his particular discipline.
And then the witch hunt began. People came forward with other accusations against him. When questioned, their stories got shakier and shakier. Then things started coming out about the accusers. The woman who convinced the male to take point was failing the professor’s class. She had a history of shouting “sexual harassment” when classes didn’t go her way. One of the women was not in the professor’s classes and had never met with him. It turned out that she was best buds with the other woman.
A committee was put together to go over all the accusations. On it were college professors, several students, legal council and the vice president of the university. They went over everything presented to them. They questioned witnesses both for and against the professor. They poured over his appointment books. They talked to his wife. And in the end, they found that this whole thing was groundless. They presented their findings to the rest of the university. And the people who had become well know for the witch hunt objected. They protested at the department. They made the professor’s life a living hell.
The professor resigned in disgrace because he knew that his reputation had been beaten into the ground and spat upon. He didn’t want to see what he had built for the university be destroyed. He walked away from what he had been doing with most of his adult life. Of course he never found another position. He was tainted. Countless students could not benefit from his wisdom or teachings which had been praised greatly.
Probably the saddest part was the woman who started this whole thing later admitted that he hadn’t done anything untoward and she was worried about flunking the class. She had born false witness and destroyed a man’s career. Nothing happened to her other than I bet no one trusted her very much.
I am still angry about this to this day. I have been honestly shaking in rage as I typed this. It taught me a valuable lesson but at a great cost to a family that I loved as my own.
This has been my entry for this weeks LJ Idol. The story was true. I did gloss a couple of things but the facts were real
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Date: 2009-11-19 04:25 am (UTC)As someone who was sexually harassed, someone who was preyed on by a sick predator who nearly destroyed my life, it makes me shake with rage when I hear people lying about something so serious. It's people like that who made sure my story was shoved under the rug, who made the atmosphere so terrifying to victims because "you're just making it up" was all I heard. This woman didn't just ruin this poor professor's life, she made life a much scarier place for women everywhere.
She destroyed chances for mentoring. A lot of my personal success has been because of wonderful women and men who mentored me, taught me, took me under their wing and shepherded me. These incidents make male professors less likely to mentor young female students because of the fear of a false accusation, less likely to ask them to be research positions, less likely to take them into their confidence. There are wolves out there and no one is a more zealous advocate for the victim, but there are a lot of good guys too and my generation will miss out on their teaching. We are all poorer for that.
You were a hero here and it's a pity the forces of darkness and lies won. My heart breaks for this poor man, who deserved so much better.
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Date: 2009-11-19 05:02 am (UTC)(EDIT: That didn't come out right -- not saying it was triggery for me personally, just a hard read in general, and excellently written)
It's many men's worst nightmare, an example of an accusation that once it sticks, it never comes off no matter what the facts are.
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Date: 2009-11-19 05:28 am (UTC)That just sucks..
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Date: 2009-11-19 05:36 am (UTC)The worst thing about this is the lack of any redress to the girl who cried wolf. She can easily hide her past; he can't.
One of your most powerful entries ever.
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Date: 2009-11-19 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-20 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-19 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-19 04:23 pm (UTC)This is why he ALWAYS keeps his office door wide open.
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Date: 2009-11-19 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-20 12:28 am (UTC)/soapbox
Good entry
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Date: 2009-11-20 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-21 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-22 05:36 am (UTC)Just so you are aware, I did find a few typos and some grammar issues, but just a heads up, if you wish me to point them out, let me know... don't want to do so unless otherwise stated.
Otherwise, well-written despite the sadness of the story. I can't imagine what his life is like right now!
I love to hug but I respect those who don't like it, but it is my nature of loving to feel, and hugging is just a short affection I like to give in the appropriate times.
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Date: 2009-11-22 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-23 02:09 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing, though sorry it had to happen!
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Date: 2009-11-23 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-23 04:51 am (UTC)(Sorry, I couldn't find any better words.)
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