Mizzou: How To Deal With Hooligans.

The University of Missouri is currently overrun by social justice warriors who are pretending to be involved in something productive or important. In reality, most of these students are just suckers who have sold themselves into debt slavery for a slip of paper that will require years of toil to repay. Many of them will probably not even get a job within their field (I’m looking at you, Social Sciences). At least they’ll remember that time they camped out in the Student Union for a week or two and made a grown liberal grovel for mercy. I thought that part was entertaining.

Never mind the fact that none of the allegations of racism on-campus have any concrete proof to back them up. Facts are vestigial. What matters are the feelings. The student protesters WOULD feel angry if a white supremacist smeared a swastika on the wall with feces. Does it really matter if it was actually smeared by a white supremacist, instead of a chaotic prankster? Or maybe even a victimization-addict looking for their next fix? Nah.

Higher Education is broken. Not because of anything to do with white racism, but because the system sucks. Do students have a reason to be angry? I think so. Tuition at most colleges seem to rise across the board every year. Attending Mizzou will run most students somewhere near $40K to $50K for all 4 years. This does not even count the cost of textbooks or extra semesters and years, of which many students end up requiring. Meanwhile, how much was the recently ousted President of Mizzou earning? Over $450,000 annually. While the college president rakes in nearly half a million every year, he eagerly pulls in thousands of students who are literally mortgaging their futures for what could be very little payoff, even if they work their hardest. In some cases, students mortgage away their future for worthless degrees that never pay off. I doubt the President of Mizzou ever cared very much. “Non-profit” institution, my ass.

It gets worse. Guess how much Mizzou football coach Gary Pinkel earns per year? Keep in mind, the football coaches at public universities are officially government employees. Their bottom line is funded by taxpayers.

$3.1 million annually. This makes him the highest-paid employee in the entire state.

The bastards on the college board pay this guy over $3 million dollars per year while they entice young naive students and their equally-naive parents to fork over tens of thousands of dollars in tuition costs and put themselves into the hole for a degree that might not even be worth it. The icing on the cake is that you can’t default on student loans. So not even bankruptcy can save these students if they fall too far behind. They really have these kids trapped. What a racket!

Students are angry that the President of Mizzou is not admitting his white privilege? How about being angry that the President is part of a con-job that fleeces untold millions of dollars from naive students on a yearly basis? Many, if not most, of these students could get their degree for less than $20K overall through utilizing a combination of CLEP tests and junior college, then transferring in to complete the degree at the state university for the final 2 years. Add some online school into the mix, and it goes even lower. This is the dirty secret that greedy college administrators everywhere pray stays under wraps. Cushy salaries and fat pensions (built on the backs of indebted students) depend on it. Jobs for useless people like most college administrators and wacky professors depend on it.

But whatever. Most students do not care about this. What they do care about is feeling important and special, hence the modern trend of “safe spaces” and trigger warnings to protect the precious snowflakes from any thought that disagrees with their own. For the types of students who are leading these protests, this is doubly true. Standing amid the crowds of students with a bullhorn in one hand and a raised fist in the other, they get to feel more than just special; they feel powerful. And power is addicting, especially to those not used to having it. Give in a little to someone drunk with power? Expect to be giving a lot more in the future. A small taste of power is all it takes. The thrill of realizing that they can grind a college campus to a halt simply by appealing to liberal weak points is enthralling. Guilt manipulation can be a powerful thing.

But some people aren’t so easily manipulated.

In 1968, members of the Black Panther party amassed at the University of San Francisco. Their goal: to force the school to either agree to a set of 15 “non-negotiable” demands, or they would forcibly shut down the entire campus until their demands were met. They were joined by members of the local Communist and Socialist parties, as well as the more left-wing members of the faculty.

What of the other 15,000 uninvolved students who just wanted to go to class? Who were maybe scrimping, saving, and working their butts off at menial jobs just to be able to attend for one more semester? Tough. No class for you. They may not have been interested in the revolution, but the revolution was interested in them.

For a time, it really looked like the militants were going to succeed in either getting what they want, or in shutting down the campus. They even physically assaulted the president of the school in his own office and got away with it, because nobody had the balls to stand up to them. But there was one thing they didn’t count on: a short, 175-pound and 62-year old Japanese professor:


In 1968 black militants decided to shut down UCSF—a campus of 18,000 students at the time—if the university did not immediately act on 15 “non-negotiable demands,” which included a black studies department wholly autonomous from the university administration, and open admission for all black applicants. Black activists alone might not have been able to shut down San Francisco State, but other factions immediately joined up; the [Students For A Democratic Society] naturally, but also a faction of the faculty and the local chapter of the American Federation of Teachers union, which the SFSC faculty had rejected as its bargaining unit, but which saw the fracas as an opportunity to regain their status.

At first the scene played out according to the standard script. SFS president Robert Smith—the college’s sixth president in eight years—temporized and evaded, and then stepped down in the closing months of 1968 after a faculty teaching assistant, who also happened to be the Black Panther’s “minister of education,” beat up Smith in his office. Into the breach the trustees appointed a diminutive, 62-year old professor of semantics to be acting president of the college—Samuel Ichiye Hayakawa. Hayakawa quickly showed that he was made of sterner stuff than his witless predecessors in the president’s chair. He drew nationwide publicity when he climbed onto a sound truck from which protestors were shouting obscenities through a microphone, knocked a protestor to the ground who stood in his way (Hayakawa weighed only 145 pounds), and ripped out the wiring of the sound equipment, which the protestors were unable to repair. On another occasion Hayakawa brought a bullhorn to the protest, and shouted back at demonstrators. He also did not hesitate to call in police in large numbers to arrest protestors who disrupted classes. “In a democratic society,” Hayakawa said in justifying his recourse to the police, “the police are there for the protection of our liberties. It is in a totalitarian society that police take away our liberties.” He took activists at their word that their demands were “non-negotiable,” and refused to negotiate. A star was born, and he would serve as a complement to Reagan’s tough approach to campus troubles. Like Reagan, he referred to campus protestors as a “gang of goons and neo-Nazis,” and criticized the hypocrisy of campus liberals who expressed sympathy for the extremism of black radicals. Hayakawa attacked “the intellectually slovenly habit, now popular among whites as well as blacks, of denouncing as racist those who oppose or are critical of any Negro tactic or demand. We have a standing obligation to the 17,500 or more students—white, black, yellow, red and brown—who are not on strike and have every right to expect continuation of their education.” For such forthright resistance to the tides of campus disruption, the state university board of trustees, with Reagan in the lead, removed “acting” from Hayakawa’s title in the spring of 1969, making him president in fact.

Hayakawa cared about students over fashionable political movements of the day. He was a Democrat; he was not a conservative. But he was not about to let supposed political allegiances get in the way of the students under his care. He was not about to let political thugs railroad his campus and disrupt the lives of students engaged in genuine scholarship and study. He had backbone, and he beat the militants over the head with it to protect the students who were under his guidance. Never mind the fact that he was a tiny old fart going up against violent militants: intellectually and morally, Hayakawa was the Big Man on Campus.

It’s amazing what a little backbone can do.

My point is this: If most college administrators really cared about students, they’d be battling rising tuition costs like the plague. They’d do their damndest to ensure that students don’t have to take on any more debt than necessary. And in cases where tuition has no choice but to rise, they’d issue a statement to all students explaining exactly why, and how they’ll try to reverse this in the future.

This is all laughable today. Spend, spend, spend: that’s the administrative attitude toward students.

In addition, college administrators would take Hayakawa approach to on-campus hooligans: “If so much as ONE innocent student’s day is disrupted by your antics, I’m calling in the cops and you’re all getting expelled.

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