As a frosh in labor history class, my professor, Roger Keeran, sought to instill the virtues of anarcho-syndicalism. The Wobblies, after all, had the best songs, and the Pinkertons sucked. Professor Keeran was hardcore pro-labor with a smattering of socialism to boot, but I liked him.
He took disagreement well, with a smile, knowing that while he believed what he believed, others would disagree. He never held it against me that I wasn’t ready to vote for Eugene V. Debs, and we all enjoyed the music.
But this anon prof’s tale, presented at Inside Higher Education, reflects not merely the true believer side of pedagogy, but the death of intellectual integrity. As to why her mind was lost, it’s unclear. But lost it was.
It was the middle of the semester, and we were covering rape culture. As any feminist instructor who has ever taught about rape culture probably knows, covering this topic is challenging for a multitude of reasons. Sometimes we encounter students who realize that they have been raped who come to office hours looking for resources. Other times, students learn that they have actually perpetrated rape and struggle to reconcile that with their images of themselves as “good people” and “not one of those (usually) guys.” And many feminist instructors, especially those who are women, know all too well what it is like to navigate the “mansplaining” of a few men students who would like to ardently deny that rape culture exists.
