Black Lives Matter at Dartmouth
DARTMOUTH COLLEGE is an epicenter of white guilt. Ritual sacrifices are routinely made to the Noble Negro in the once proudly WASP milieu. A recent exhibit on civil rights at Dartmouth’s Hood Museum featured an “artwork” that was simply a white sink hanging from a black wall. (Get it — white and black. Profound, eh?) It was a sort of confessional for whites, a place where they could repent and reflect on the horrible day when blacks were killed and tortured en masse —- oops, no, the day when blacks used separate bathrooms.
The problem with ersatz confessionals, aside from the warped concept of sin, is that there is never absolution. It’s no surprise then that a total of 15 professors will be teaching a class this spring on the Ferguson riots. Fifteen professors. The class, titled “#Black Lives Matter,” will surely spark nasty debates, with a few hopelessly taking the side of Darren Wilson and most valiantly taking the side of Michael Brown. Tempers will flare. And that’s just the point. Anything but thought.
The Ivy League is mass intellectual suicide. It’s a Jonestown of the mind.


