You guys don't even know what "woke" is. You just throw it around at things you want to cancel.
Here is a perfect example of WOKEism gone amok in one of (supposedly) prestigious universities. You can't just make this stuff up. You need to see it and read it.
After reading this article and viewing the video of what happened in that lecture room, how can anyone with half a brain have any respect for the Stanford Law School and respect for those graduating that that WOKE dungeon?
Parents spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to send the spoiled, elitist kids to that school and this is what is produced.
On top of that, the school pays some dumbshit, WOKE DEI flunky a lot of money to ensure the law school is WOKE enough to "protect free speech".
And people are wondering why Ron DeSantis is so hostile to the WOKE crowd in public schools and even public/private universities.
I am so glad I am no longer involved in higher education either teaching in a university or attending class.
What is scary is that the people totally disrupting that lecture are the ones who will defending or prosecuting future felons and becoming judges. No wonder so many Americans are afraid of what the WOKE culture is producing for the future.
from today's Wall St Journal:
"The most disturbing aspect of this shameful debacle is what it says about the state of legal education. Stanford is an elite law school. The protesters showed not the foggiest grasp of the basic concepts of legal discourse: That one must meet reason with reason, not power. That jeering contempt is the opposite of persuasion. That the law protects the speaker from the mob, not the mob from the speaker. Worst of all, Ms. Steinbach’s remarks made clear she is proud that Stanford students are being taught this is the way law should be.
I have been criticized in the media for getting angry at the protesters. It’s true I called them “appalling idiots,” “bullies” and “hypocrites.” They are, and I won’t apologize for saying so. Sometimes anger is the proper response to vicious behavior."
My Struggle Session at Stanford Law School
A dean voices pride that students are being taught to stage tantrums rather than make a reasoned case.
By Stuart Kyle Duncan
March 17, 2023 2:59 pm ET
Stanford Law School’s website
touts its “collegial culture” in which “collaboration and the open exchange of ideas are essential to life and learning.” Then there’s the culture I experienced when I visited Stanford last week. I had been invited by the student chapter of the Federalist Society to discuss the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit, on which I’ve served since 2018. I’ve spoken at law schools across the country, and I was glad to accept this invitation. One of my first clerks graduated from Stanford. I have friends on the faculty. I gave a talk there a few years ago and found it a warm and engaging place, but not this time.
When I arrived, the walls were festooned with posters denouncing me for crimes against women, gays, blacks and “trans people.” Plastered everywhere were photos of the students who had invited me and fliers declaring “You should be ASHAMED,” with the last word in large red capital letters and a horror-movie font. This didn’t seem “collegial.” Walking to the building where I would deliver my talk, I could hear loud chanting a good 50 yards away, reminiscent of a tent revival in its intensity. Some 100 students were massed outside the classroom as I entered, faces painted every color of the rainbow, waving signs and banners, jeering and stamping and howling. As I entered the classroom, one protester screamed: “We hope your daughters get raped!”
I had been warned a few days before about a possible protest. But Stanford administrators assured me they were “on top of it,” that Stanford’s policies permitted “protest but not disruption.” They weren’t “on top of it.” Before my talk started, the mob flooded the room. Banners unfurled. Signs brandished: “FED SUCK,” “Trans Lives Matter” (this one upside down), and others that can’t be quoted in a family newspaper. A nervous dog—literally, a canine—was in the front row, fur striped with paint. A man with a frozen smile approached me, identified himself as the “dean of student engagement,” and asked, “You doing OK?” I don’t remember what I said.
