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[…] for, however conclusive on paper, it becomes altogether unintelligible, and even
On Tuesday, May 12, 2015, a feminist student whom I’ll call by the pseudonym
Faya Bugworm walked into the Equity and Diversity office of the university
male.
She also brought with her a copy of the syllabus for my fall 2014 course on
early American literature, a document she’d been given 260 days before, on
Monday, August 25, 2014. She’d taken that course with me and received an A,
but she had disliked one of the research assignments. She was also dissatisfied
that I didn’t nominate her paper on Herman Melville for a department award.
But most importantly, she had a profound distaste for me as a person, which
she’d expressed quite openly on more than one occasion. These quibbles
combined with something else to create a perfect storm in Faya’s head, and my
effigy was stuck in the eye of her hurricane. As early as November 2014, my
department colleague, whom I’ll call Archie Peel, told me she spent much of the
“your student came by again, and showed me the First Things article. Are you
okay? What’s going on?” Some of what motivated Faya is mysterious, but I can
gather that she hated me for being bisexual yet married to a woman, and it
disgusted her that I was Republican yet somehow employed in her home state of
California.
She felt that California should dismiss me. This was a sensible measure in
Faya’s mind. She had told me, after all, in front of 35 of her classmates, that
people who thought like me had no right to exist. Because she’s the tolerant one.
I wasn’t there for this historic May 12 event, this veritable nailing of 95
theses from such a ferocious social justice warrior. Faya probably considered
racists on her way into Little Rock High School in 1957. In May I had no idea
about what was going on or the abyss into which this Ms. Bugworm was bound
to drag me. I was innocently living my life, thinking that after a decade of
constant stress in the academy over my conservative political views, I had finally
Ronald Reagan library in Simi Valley (this is the same location where, not too
long ago, CNN hosted its GOP presidential primary debate and broke its own
humanities because they dreamed of creative careers, filled with ambition and
hope to make a better life for themselves. My own scholarship had focused
research on important topics like adoption, rather than trusting in the dry
After years of raising funds to do it, I’d succeeded in giving them an all-
the usual weekly reading responses. (A lot of them presented on Edgar Allan
Poe, who was an orphan later taken up by a foster father.) Many students,
including Faya, had signed up to request a seat at the event. Later she decided
Faya’s own words to me at the time contradicted the later notion that a
Bugworm had stated to me in writing that she never wanted to bring the
At the end of the fall 2014 semester (December 8-9), moreover, I’d
conducted exit interviews with all 110 of my students who’d attended the
Reagan library conference, and each student had said the semester had gone
okay. One might suggest they were just worried about their grades, but even
after grades were submitted, silence followed for six months. I’d met with the
October 6 and December 17, 2014—and I’d asked him point-blank if I were under
any kind of investigation. He had told me no. The official deadline for any
complaints about the Reagan library event, pursuant to the timeframes set in
January 21, 2015. When Faya Bugworm marched into the diversity office to
The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable
longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in
In her complaint, Faya alleged that she’d gone to the October 3 conference at the
Reagan library because I had “coerced” her and tricked her about what the
subject matter would be. Faya objected that I never posted a trigger warning
unforeseen exposure to conservatives. She claimed that what she heard there was
so traumatizing that she broke down in “in tears crying.” Later, in recounting
how “hurt” Faya looked recollecting her Via Dolorosa, the Title IX Coordinator,
Susan Hua, would say it was like being forced to sit through a KKK meeting.
(referring to the bond between children and their mothers and fathers)--said
things like, “all women who use sperm banks are evil” and “it is our position
that gay people cannot be good parents.” Susan Hua assured me that she’d
witnessed Faya break down and weep uncontrollably when recalling these
events.
That sounds awful, doesn’t it? Sounds like a real misogynistic, anti-gay,
and let’s-just-add racist event, organized by a Latino bisexual professor who was
But wait. The event took place off campus—actually some 40 minutes from
Aside from the supposed hatefulness of saying things like “all women who use
sperm banks are evil” (which nobody said, but I’ll get to that in a moment), how
exactly can a professor magically force a student to drive forty minutes away
from campus, up a winding desert driveway into the recessed and hard-to-find
Reagan library during a day of no classes? Did the fact that Faya’s own syllabus
listed this event as “Option B” and there was an “Option A” on the same
syllabus not signal to someone in the diversity office that Ms. Bugworm’s story
in unreason. This is why unreason has become the premier tactic of social
warfare. Piles of paper would soon be spawned from Faya’s perverted reading of
the summary below about the illogical nature of Faya Bugworm’s complaint, to
no avail:
Even without the above details, the initial claim about being “coerced” and
for Ronald Reagan would seem, to most people, so fatuous that the whole mess
ought to have been thrown into the trash or framed as absurdist satire. Instead,
Bugworm and several of her friends who also went into Susan Hua’s office and
had nervous breakdowns, “in tears, crying,” as they related the horrors of being
trapped in the Reagan Presidential Learning Center, drinking free coffee and
sitting next to Republicans. To the complainants and to the Title IX coordinator,
There is a long history here involving me, an ongoing battle with the
complex, and the overgrowth of aggressive LGBT lobbying groups. The latter
screen shot from a comments section my friend captured from a few months ago:
Or this:
Scott Rose and GEST are imps of the perverse to make Poe proud. While Faya is
in all likelihood a despicable human being, chances are that she was recruited
Then, very suddenly, thought, and shuddering terror, and earnest endeavor to
Faya had no evidence that any anti-gay statements were made at the conference,
other than a single brochure from the Ruth Institute, entitled “Are You a
Survivor of the Sexual Revolution?” While the Ruth Institute was a co-sponsor of
the October 3 conference, this brochure bore no insignia or markings that would
tie it to me, the Bonds that Matter conference, or the American literature class.
In the pamphlet lay a tale. Apparently this brochure had been dropped off
at the equity and diversity office by two other students, friends of Ms. Bugworm
– whom I will call Brunhilda Proog and Rhonda Molenest -- some time around
and Rhonda filed an “informal complaint” (a fancy way of saying they came,
talked to someone, and left without writing anything down) but nothing came of
it. They and the diversity office didn’t pursue it and nobody told me about their
unhappiness with the conference until June 10, 2015. The brochure was stashed
June 10, Susan Hua pulled this one and another brochure out, which I’d truly
never seen before, and she said, “there are things in here that could really pose a
serious problem for you, these students say that these were being passed out at
your event.” I could not even remember whether it was given out at the Reagan
library conference. It had little to do with fertility, divorce, or adoption, the topics
Are you missing the “God Hates Fags” sermon or the KKK rally? Nothing of the
sort took place. The controversial line in the Ruth Institute brochure was
revolution in “Are You a Survivor of the Sexual Revolution?” See this portion:
The one line about people wanting to stop living a gay and lesbian lifestyle isn’t
really anti-gay. It is just acknowledging that some people are in that situation.
The brochure doesn’t promote conversion therapy or say that everyone gay is a
refugee from the lifestyle. We do know that some adults do not like the gay
presentations given at the conference (i.e, the green schedule above), but seems
to have been gathered from the Ruth Institute’s informational table, which was
between 1 and 2 pm, but this had nothing to do with me, the institute I lead, CSU
Northridge, or the class. Yet another problem is that I am not part of the Ruth
Institute, didn’t write the brochure, didn’t approve the brochure, didn’t
distribute the brochure, and didn’t encourage anyone to read it. I have no
memory of the moment when the two students walked around with the
brochures. Faya’s complaint did not even try to claim that I had any connection
to it. So what does this brochure have to do with a discrimination charge against
Scott Rose type or one of the pseudonymous Internet harassers like Straight
Grandmother unveiled above, signed up for the conference for the purpose of
collecting materials so they could file a complaint. They harvested this brochure
from the multitude of business cards, flyers, and information sheets at the
conference center, and then tried to make it seem as though the whole event was
a six-hour hate-fest.
There is a scene in the 1985 film Official Story, about a literature teacher
she fumbles to hide newspaper clippings that a student gave her, as she rides in a
Nor will this overwhelming tendency to do wrong for the wrong's sake, admit of
The abyss follows its own complex structures of unreason. Faya connected
her trauma over this one line in a brochure to my crimes against sexual
up on charges, and given a harsh punishment. Call her the J. Edgar Hoover of
binary sexual orientations, collecting dossiers on subversives to be shamed and
Faya was over 100 days late in bringing in her complaint, with both the
semester in question and the subsequent semester already over. Susan Hua justified
this waiver by claiming that she found “plausible” Faya’s claim that she feared
retaliation, even though she received an A in my class and didn’t take any classes
There is a provision in the Title IX order for CSU Northridge allowing the
university to waive the timeliness requirement, but that was designed for rape
and assault victims who had PTSD, not for someone who didn’t like a brochure.
The man who was provost when the event took place – Dr. Harry Hellenbrand—
had resigned, and a new provost, Dr. Yi Li, had assumed leadership, moving to
Los Angeles from Ohio and possessing, obviously, zero knowledge of this case at
all.
Once you place a faculty member under investigation, the gears are in
interrogations, and ruinous anxiety because the professor has no idea what’s
going to happen. On June 4, 2015, the day I received email notification that I was
under investigation, I called the Title IX officer to ask if dismissal and loss of my
tenure were a possible outcome. She said it was possible. Over this nebulous and
Madness is the only way to remain sane when it is thus. The entire
situation requires hysterical paranoia as the only way to survive. The most fatal
flaw, when one is under this kind of covert mob attack, is naïveté or being caught
off guard. Much of the actual process is a fishing expedition, in which the
“investigation” status enables the Title IX coordinator to call random people and
Billable hours go through the roof as the documents pile up. By August,
communiqués were no longer being issued by CSU Northridge, but rather by the
chancellor’s office and the general counsel of the whole CSU, the largest
university system in the world. The escalation was rapid, incredibly expensive,
and mostly inscrutable to me in the middle of the whole thing. I have no idea
how many outside lawyers may have gotten involved on the university’s side,
but I can reveal that the number of lawyers on my side rose to the double digits,
and quickly. Because higher education is like no other organizational realm and
opinions have to be consulted on how the documents fit into the language of
opaque discrimination codes. The outcome doesn’t come until months down the
line.
More insane decisions turned folly into tragedy. Though the complaint
was filed in early May, Susan Hua did not notify me until June 4, 2015, twenty-
three days after Faya’s visit to the office, and more importantly, 244 days after
the conference. Events had to be reconstructed with fragments from the vaults of
fading memories. This was Foucault’s Discipline and Punish crossed with
charge me with “discrimination,” one of the most serious violations and one of
the few that can lead to revocation of tenure and dismissal. In some ways, this
charge is more serious than something like sexual assault because, if true, it
would imply that in my official duties I was systematically harming “protected
and guilty of a terrible crime at all hours of the day, every day, by virtue of
Hua held off on alerting me to the investigation until well after Faya
graduated from CSU Northridge on May 22, 2015. By the time I was brought in
and interrogated for two and a half hours, Faya wasn’t a student and the
I was not able to get an appointment with Hua until Wednesday, June 10,
2015. Prior to that date, I did not know what the charges against me were or who
brought them. Susan Hua may or may not have perused the syllabus that Faya
brought in with her when she filed the complaint. The syllabus actually stated
very clearly the following points, which gave the university the easy option to
throw out the whole affair—something that clearly somebody very high up in
a. The students would only attend the conference at the Reagan library if
they chose to. There were two options to fulfill the 20% of the class
b. On the syllabus the students were given the names of the five
because she was ill that day.) These people are easy to find on Google
c. All the presenters were women. Only two of them are explicit
10, when I asked Susan Hua if I had been accused of saying anything
To proceed with the investigation, Susan Hua must have believed that despite
what Faya’s syllabus stated, she was “coerced” and didn’t have a choice but to
take a day off from work and drive to the Reagan library with an exhibit, which
took hours to create. She must have also believed that despite all of this detail
provided to her in her syllabus, Faya could not infer that at the Reagan library
own vessel was at length ceasing from her struggles, and sinking with her head to the sea.
I was never given a copy or a written summary of the charges against me,
so I worked from notes I scribbled on June 10, when I was being grilled and
baited by Susan Hua. For the first 45 minutes, Susan Hua asked me about my
speakers were paid, who booked them—in other words, stuff that had nothing to
do with the complaint and was undoubtedly a pretext to find dirt on me for later
ethics charges.
About an hour into the meeting, Susan Hua started repeating her view
that my conference at the Reagan library was similar to a meeting of the Ku Klux
Klan, and that what I’d done was the same as tricking students into going to a
white supremacist anti-black rally. I struggled to stay calm. Each time my lawyer
and I asked what the “adverse action” was (this is the language of the actual
Executive Order 1097), Susan Hua changed the topic and started asking more
questions about how I organized the conference and what my social connections
to the presenters were. She would later send follow-up questions about my
funding and demanding a copy of the grant proposal. At one point, she told me,
Faya Bugworm’s complaint had explicitly included her outrage over the
fact that I revealed my bisexuality and my upbringing with a lesbian. Susan Hua
stabbed me with questions: “Why did you bring these things up?” I asked her
whether it was a violation of the university regulations for me to mention the fact
that I was bisexual but married to a woman, or the fact that my mother was a
lesbian. She said I was entitled to state such things but it would not be a legally
“children have a right to be raised by their mother and father.” When I said I felt
the latter position was a defensible position, Susan Hua said, “no, it’s not. That’s
discrimination.”
insidious kind of young totalitarian, which we’ve seen before: the student spying
political heresy, and crawling through the back chambers of the nomenklatura. It
was actually a young man goading the state to execute an older man.
Faya has the added disadvantage of living in a Facebook and Twitter age,
where icons and clickable avatars represent the most substantive links between
people and concepts. Faya assumed that because I am bisexual and married to a
have never claimed for myself. So she blatantly discriminated against me based
on gender and sexual orientation. Nonetheless, I’m the bad guy even under laws
was the “rule by whim,” the blatant disregard for due process, and a willfully
against dissidents while the nomenklatura brushes aside the simplest rules.
In the meeting of Faya Bugworm and Susan Hua, we have a fusion of
with a corner office and a staff of spies, the young apparatchik aspiring for the
approval of the all-powerful Politburo that wields the power of life and death.
place beyond the pale of any real law. Called into the grilling by Susan Hua in
recognize, a gay student whom I’ll call Sylvester Trinkett. Hua told me he was
registered in my Greek and Roman mythology class, went to the conference, but
was so overwhelmed by the antigay content that he couldn’t deal with it, as he
was struggling to accept his own sexuality. Hence he was in good standing until
2/3 of the course was completed, then stopped coming and received an F. This
was, of course, the clincher in the university’s case against me—at last there was
a gay individual who had a claim that my views on marriage had severely
harmed his career. In all likelihood, if Sylvester Trinkett was vindicated by Cal
State, he could go on to sue me in civil court later for much steeper damages.
Sylvester Trinkett was. I had brought a stack of papers with me to the meeting,
because I’d tried to guess what the charges were about, but nothing had
Trinkett’s name on it, even the end-of-semester lists with all the students’ grades
for all four of my fall 2014 classes. The office was growing stuffy and time was
running out. Susan Hua became more aggressive, asking what I had to say about
poor Sylvester’s failing of my mythology class. I stalled and said I would have to
As it turned out, I was right to stall and not say anything, because the
Sylvester Trinkett case was a complete fraud. None of the student complaints
about the October 3 conference came from the Greek and Roman mythology
students. Sylvester was not in my Greek and Roman mythology class! He turned up
on my attendance sheets for five out of the ten class meetings prior to the October 3
submitted a proposal for an exhibit topic, never claimed any of the exhibits that
research papers, and was, for all intents and purposes, a ghost in the machine.
Below is a snippet from the document production I gave to Susan Hua on June
17, 2015:
Searching through all my emails I found no sign that he ever contacted me about
forward to give Susan Hua loads of information about my Greek and Roman
mythology class, I would have opened a whole new phase of surveillance. The
piece of paper, each little email, each little factoid, could be a bread crumb
entitling Susan Hua and Faya Bugworm to request more, more, more of
In the equality abyss, “protected groups” are protected from the basic
requirements of good faith and honesty, the standards that bind their hapless
targets of accusation and derision. Who on earth was Sylvester Trinkett? Who
conference, then vanishes without a trace, only to return months after the fact to
and boldly, Trinkett is listed as an officer of the LGBTQ association, several years
academy. In the abyss, you have to chase after phantoms while phantoms chase
after you. How he ended up annotated in Susan Hua’s files as a student in Greco-
Roman mythology remains a mystery. Did he lie to her about that or did she lie
to me? Such a mistake is simply too far off to have been made haphazardly; there
was someone inside the catacombs who decided to throw the Greek and Roman
class into the mix, because they wanted me to be thrown off guard and reveal
explaining that I could not confirm anything about Sylvester Trinkett, including
proposing an exhibit topic or any sign-in from him claiming any of the exhibits
that were on display that day. I had no memory of his being in the Reagan
But Sylvester’s ghost would reappear. In late August, Susan Hua would
email me that she had tracked down Sylvester and had brought him to her office
John and Abigail Adams; this demonstrated, to Susan Hua, that there was some
did, when he never proposed that exhibit to me, and I’d never approved it? If he
had worked for hours on an Adams exhibit, how did he remain confused as to
whether this was for an American literature class or a Greek and Roman
mythology class? Did he not know that John and Abigail Adams wrote letters to
each other over 1,000 years after the fall of Rome? Why did he put hours of work
into a beautiful exhibit, then do no other work for the entire semester? Why did
he come to only five classes out of ten before the conference, and none of the
remaining fifteen meetings? Where did he get the idea that he was in a Greek
and Roman mythology class and what on earth about John and Abigail Adams
was so traumatic to his identity as a gay college student that he went into
meltdown?
that I introduced her to someone who upset her in a private conversation at the
referring to Katy Faust, editor of Ask the Bigot, famous for appearing on a highly
controversial talk show with Brendan O’Neill in Australia. I called Ms. Faust to
ask her what she recalled. Katy remembered talking to Faya and wrote a blog
alluding to an intolerant leftist woman without naming her. But the price of tea
in China ends up rearing its ugly head—what does Faya’s possible clash with a
In the complaint Faya assured Susan Hua that I had sent her an email
telling her I “wasn’t going to change [my] views” and telling her to drop my
class—but Faya claimed that she had conveniently lost that email and couldn’t
provide a copy. (Lo and behold, I had a copy, and it didn’t say that!) Faya also
claimed that during the conference, Alana Newman, one of the speakers, had
made offensive anti-gay comments and that I’d come on stage to say that gay
some personal authority on that matter given that my lesbian mother’s lifelong
partner never adopted me and I was glad she didn’t. But that’s not what I said on
October 3, because I’m not a moron. I know that there’s a difference between
what you can say as a citizen engaging public debates and what you should say
on the day of the conference, a cameraman had a gigantic camera set up in the
back of the room, recording the whole day’s events, including the question &
answer session, and including the five minutes during which Faya pestered
Alana to take a detour into gay issues when that wasn’t the topic at hand. I
summary of the comments she claimed she heard was completely at odds with
When I provided the transcript to Susan Hua, she demanded that I provide the
video itself. I drove into town on a day off and got the cameraman to dub a copy
for Susan Hua, which I dropped off that afternoon. Another email followed,
telling me Hua was not yet inclined to honor the video; I had to overcome Hua’s
doubts as to whether Faya had a reasonable expectation that she was being
videotaped. The visible presence of a giant camera filming her and the
notification given in class that she was going to be videotaped were not enough
to ensure that Faya knew she might be recorded. After some little exchanges
among the lawyers about the video, I never heard about it again.
The rules of unreason make the search for evidence maddening. These
videotape, reams of papers, sign-up sheets and emails to and from Faya showing
she had plentiful advance notice of the conference’s content and ample chances
stating what the conference was about, who the speakers were, and the fact that
students didn’t have to attend the event. Most importantly, I had copious records
photographs of the research exhibits, and multiple articles written about the
AIDS, that merely being there in proximity to people who didn’t spit on Reagan’s
Against all my evidence, Faya had a brochure with one line about “gay
and lesbian lifestyle refugees,” which I could prove had nothing to do with any
of the lectures or research exhibits at the Reagan library conference, and which I
could prove had nothing to do with me. And she had her own emotional
distress, her tears, her insistence that she didn’t read the syllabus or understand
intolerably homophobic. She had proven herself inaccurate when she tried to
summarize what presenters like Alana Newman and Jennifer Lahl actually said,
but her evidence was what Faya Bugworm heard in her head, not what Newman or
Conservatives like to say sometimes that liberals don’t like facts; this is a
case where it’s crystal-clear. Against all the documentation I had, Faya had her
own various flavors of unreason. The university attorney, Susan Hua, was
indicating that she was leaning toward Faya’s side. This was the status of the
case by June 17, 2015, when I dropped off, in compliance with Susan Hua’s
request, “any and all documents” to defend myself against charges that nobody
had summarized, from a complaint, filed over 100 days late, which I was not
allowed to see. And all of this was being done under California State University’s
Title IX umbrella, which was supposed to deal with female sports teams and
sexual assault, not (I presume) purple brochures that students find lying around
Rather than close up the investigation and send everyone home for the
summer, Susan Hua wrote back, saying that she disagreed with my summary of
the documents that Susan Hua told me I had to produce within seven days. There
wouldn’t have to summarize the charges from memory and then write them
down myself. But instead, Susan Hua sent a nasty email: as a result of my
summary, I would have to report to more meetings, this time with a witness
appointed by Hua to make sure I didn’t misrepresent what she would say. Soon,
too, as a result of what she called the significant variance between her memory of
the meeting and mine, she invoked her right to extend the investigation another
including the union was gone for the summer, and I didn’t have money to keep
bringing in attorneys for more and more billable hours. She was giving me no
firm date for filing the investigative report and still no summary of the charges
against me. While the first email to me stated that I was charged with
who could help. My attorney was very good but she didn’t have any experience
memo to the president of Northridge, the provost, my dean, and Susan Hua.
and conflicted with both established law and the general guidelines of the
Executive Order being cited by the university against me. Even Title IX, with all
its horrendous overreach, could in no way be stretched and parsed to justify the
On August 17, Gale Baker, the general counsel of CSU, replied directly to
FIRE with a note stating that the university had no choice but to investigate the
complaint. Then, not a word from the chancellor’s office. Susan Hua set a series
attorney’s emails asking for a status update. Finally, in the end, Susan Hua was
just hired, who at last revealed one detail to me: May 12, 2015, was the date of the
“intake interview,” so the absolutely last legally defensible date for submission
of their findings was September 18, 2015. Midnight passed on that date, and I
And I was going back into the morass, when the moon shone with a fuller red, and I
turned and looked again upon the rock, and upon the characters;—and the characters
were DESOLATION.
Edgar Allan Poe, “Silence-A Fable”
At the now infamous conference of October 3, 2014, one hundred and ten of my
American writers, and the other honoring Greek and Roman mythology. An
“Best Exhibit” vote. There were exhibits on African American history, the role of
feelings on legacy and heritage, and so many powerful myths that gave us the
Medea, Creusa, and dozens more. And of course, there was a lot of Poe: the
orphan, the abandoned child, mourning dead mother figures and warring with
father figures.
The event was more than a simple tribute, however. It was real
have meant, and what we mean when we say “father,” “mother,” “son,” and
“daughter.” Alana Newman lectured about sperm banking, Jennifer Lahl about
surrogacy, Jennifer Roback Morse about divorce, and Claudia Corrigan D’Arcy
and Cathi Swett about adoption. I felt moved and overwhelmed by the beauty
and enormity of human experience as I walked the gallery and photographed the
work. This was the profundity that I’d found wanting in so many discussions of
marriage and parenting. We are talking about the very nature of humanity when
century—are so small, even petty, from our arrogant vantage point of statistics
and peer-reviewed studies, thinking we can reinvent what humanity means,
imagining that we can tell children to transform their parental love to less
complications.
Looking back at the year of this terrible ordeal, I understand why Faya
Bugworm, Susan Hua, and all the rest of the feminist-LGBT radicals responded
with such undue violence to my conference. “Bonds that Matter” showed exactly
what these postmodern movements hoped to hide: the bonds that matter, the
truth steeped in thousands of years of culture that we will never be able to excise
from our being. They have “won” the debate on same-sex marriage because they
never had to fight against Bonds that Matter: they fought against flimsy statistics,
puerile talking-points, facile memes, and Facebook posts. They could have never
eradicate beauty, truth, and the good. Or at least, they tried. And that is what