People of Color at Yale

That bit of hermeneutical reasoning was beyond the distraught, poster-wielding student.  And not only him.  Soon there was a crowd of twenty students demanding to get into the attendance-by-reservation only event. Then there were fifty or more.  Soon they were chanting loudly outside the hall. “Genocide is not a joke” was one of the little ditties with which they entertained us.  By the time the last session began, word came that they intended to bar the exits. More security was marshaled and when the proceedings came to an end the speakers and the audience were escorted out of the room. A cordon of enraged students holding signs and yelling “Genocide is not a joke” greeted us.  Another fifty or so lined the sidewalk outside.

No, genocide is not a joke, but politically correct stupidity is.  This year, it costs $65,725 to attend Yale. Doubtless many of those snowflakes who attempted to disrupt an event devoted to discussing the fate of free speech on campus and beyond are attending on someone else’s nickel.  But still, the spectacle of such fatuous exhibitionism makes one wonder at the expensive and straining gassy bubble that is the higher education establishment today. What happened at Yale yesterday was partly funny. Mostly, though, it was sad and contemptible. One thing is certain: it won't go on much longer. As Glenn Reynolds has observed, citing the economist Herb Stein, what can’t go on forever, won’t.  This nonsense on our college campus is fast approaching a ne plus ultra of inanity.  There will be more casualties along the way. I predict, for example, that the Christakises will have to go, sops to the great Moloch of political correctness (an irony, there, since they are self-professed Leftists). Yale University, like other elite American educational institutions, is one of the richest and most coddled environments ever conceived.  Yet it is increasingly inimical to freedom or adult behavior. Personally, I think we ought to call a moratorium on liberal arts colleges. Close ’em all down for, say, ten years to let them air out. Then, perhaps —perhaps—they will be sufficiently fumigated that some semblance of serious education can once again take place within their ivy-bowered halls.