It came as a shock when Harvard lawprof Jeanie Suk took to the New Yorker to explain that law professors were now afraid to teach rape law for fear of breaking the fragile teacups.
But asking students to challenge each other in discussions of rape law has become so difficult that teachers are starting to give up on the subject. About a dozen new teachers of criminal law at multiple institutions have told me that they are not including rape law in their courses, arguing that it’s not worth the risk of complaints of discomfort by students.
So when, a few years hence, you ponder why your lawyer doesn’t seem to have a clue what the law is, you know why. But rape law is rather specific, even if it should be part of the curriculum. What about an issue that’s far more pervasive, far more fundamental, to criminal law: eyewitness identification? Via David Lat at Above the Law*:
Here’s what one source told us about Indiana Law professor Aviva Orenstein’s ill-advised attempt to teach a lesson about eyewitness identification:
An evidence professor at IU Law has apologized after she faked an angry intruder in order to prove that eyewitness testimony is not always trustworthy. People called 911 and hid under desks, and rumor has it at least one student left through the emergency exit.
Some person no one had seen before (maybe a relative?) played the intruder. The guy came in and said “Aviva Orenstein!” … slowly approached her … “You are the woman responsible for taking away my children!” She said, “No no, not in here!” and escorted him into the hallway.
A handful of students followed her out there to make sure she’d be OK. That’s when one student called 911.
This demonstration is a classic, done in evidence and psychology classes for decades without incident. No more. Orenstein, smelling the triggering wind of fear, apologized for doing what she was paid to do.
Dear Evidence Students,
I want to sincerely apologize because of the fear and concern I caused in our classroom today. Given recent events in other universities, it makes sense that an angry intruder would be a cause for concern and real terror. I feel terrible that I clearly upset students and that it interfered with your learning, sense of safety, and well-being. Although I had planned to do some follow-up regarding the eye-witness identification, I have decided not to pursue it.
Please feel free to talk to me about this. I didn’t fully appreciate the problem until some students spoke to me after class and let me understand how harmful and terrifying the incident was for them.
Obviously, my goal is for our classroom to be a safe and welcoming environment. I cannot tell you how distressed I am that what I hoped would be a memorable example about the deficits of eyewitness testimony ended up being an frightening and painful episode.
Please accept my apology and my assurance that nothing like this will ever happen again in our class or future classes.
Thanks,
Aviva Orenstein
Her goal is a “safe and welcoming environment”? Because an educational environment would make her babies cry? Or to be more precise, would make her students attack her for making them afraid. Safe spaces aren’t just for college students anymore. Even law students need Play Doh and a puppy.
Some will point to school shootings as having changed everything, but that’s a nonsensical reaction. There was no weapon, no threat. Indeed, Orenstein made it about “taking away my children,” and led the man out of the classroom. This isn’t a threat, except to someone who thinks everything is a threat.
That some students showed concern for Orenstein isn’t a bad thing; it was quite thoughtful that some had the fortitude to make sure their prawf was safe. To the extent that they followed her to be sure she would be okay, it reflected both their concern and their guts. They didn’t ball up in a corner and whimper.
But calling 911? To say what, there was an argument? And to run away because it was “terrifying.” Yet, Orenstein’s apology, insipid though it was, failed to mollify the special snowflakes.
Lots of people emailed her being ticked off. Even after she apologized. Imagine, for instance, if someone really thought she was in danger and hurt the actor. So many things could have gone wrong.
Imagine! So scary. How many will claim that they suffered PTSD from having been subjected to this horrifying demonstration. So many things could have gone wrong!
Something did go wrong. Very wrong. A class will never grasp the frailty of eyewitness identification testimony because it was too terrifying. So what if a generation of law students before them managed to see, and survive, the same demonstration? How does that change the expectation that they are entitled to go through law school, go through life, without ever feeling anything unsafe?
That the demand for safe spaces has reached the point where a relatively benign demonstration, designed to make the students uncomfortable so that they realize the impact of shock on the ability to identify a person, can no longer be done without their crying is pathetic. You go to law school to learn how to be lawyers, not to play with puppies after a trigger warning that they may bite you in the butt. If you can’t keep your shit together long enough to handle a basic identification demonstration, what do you plan to do when you’re in the well and things head south?
It’s bad enough that law students can no longer be taught areas of law that hurt their feelings, but that a basic demonstration is no longer viable, and they’re so horribly hurt that even the apology won’t suffice, brings them to a depth of fragility that makes clear that they won’t be capable of handling the ordinary stress of law.
Have fun explaining that to your client, when their case goes in the toilet because you were too terrified to learn how to be a competent lawyer and represent them properly. But as long as you can return to your safe space afterward, even as they go into lockup, isn’t that what being a lawyer is really all about?
*For those of you who think that ATL is nothing but infomercials, infantile T&A jokes and self-promoting columnists who will fill empty pages with words from empty heads, there is still the occasional thoughtful post there. You just have to wade through a ton of dreck to find it.
Welp, humanity had a good run. I wonder what will replace us.
Look on the bright side, if they keep this up, Law school can be a weekend seminar. Then they’ll have more time to write a killer app to get the clients.
Your blog serves to remind me, on a regular basis, that I am not the only one imitating Red Forman’s baffled and disgusted face at the entire universe.
I don’t foresee any solutions, but the commiseration is nice. I’m off to yell at my neighbors kids.
For at least 106 years prior to Professor Orenstein’s 2010 experience. Cf: Francis L. Wellman The Art of Cross-Examination, first published in 1904, recounting in chapter VIII a more elaborate classroom demonstration. It involved four student actors (two men and two women students from the same class) bursting through the classroom door shouting, a banana wielded as a pistol, a brick in a brown paper bag dropped on the floor, and a small “torpedo” or firecracker exploded by the professor himself as he protested the “interruption”.
You call teacups and snowflakes pathetic.
I fear they’re more likely prophetic.
It sticks in my craw
that professors of law
are compelled to be apologetic!
Today, the banana would be perceived as sexual harassment, adding insult to injury.
Uhhh, what injury? Sorry, must not have been paying as good attention as I thought I was.
Injury every way you look. Broken teacups, lost education, lawprof humiliating herself by apologizing for trying to teach rather than telling her teacups to grow up. You can’t walk into this law school classroom without tripping on injury.
Puppies? You left out kittens.
Of course, I was recently in the presence of a woman so frightened by kittens she ran away . Not cats, just kittens.
Perhaps I should have assumed your omniscience as the reason you used puppies. Either that, or there is nothing you can give to law students to make them feel safe.
I refuse to wade into the middle of a puppies/kittens debate. I made my choice. Live with it.
And nothing has ever gone wrong with one of these “classic demonstrations”? No one has ever thought the intruder was the real deal and decked him, or worse?
No. Nothing has ever gone wrong. No one has ever decked the guy. Never.
Decking is so quaint, now that UTexas students (presumably law students too; haven’t studied it) can carry concealed handguns. Because they all make such good decisions at that age.
Remember profs — the only thing worse than a fragile teacup is an armed fragile teacup.
Guns don’t break teacups. Teacups break teacups.
I got the image of these dedicated blossoms in a courtyard, shitting themselves in fear the moment Jack Nicholson’s Colonel even sneers at them…he wouldn’t have the opportunity for the wonderful monologue…what is the world coming to?
I keep wanting to use that bit of the video, but then I keep remembering that he was the bad guy.
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