We’ve been posting a lot about the David Coppedge case. In our last update, Klinghoffer: Coppedge News Blackout Conspiracy!, we said:
Upon mulling it over, we see some good coming from this Coppedge case. So far, at least, it’s driving the creationists over the edge. Stay tuned to this blog; we suspect the amusement has only begun.
It only took a day for that prediction to come true. Now, at the blog of the neo-theocrats at the Discovery Institute’s Center for Science and Culture (a/k/a the Discoveroids), there’s another post by David Klinghoffer: Coppedge Meets Kafka.
For background on both the Coppedge case and Klinghoffer, visit our last update post, linked above. We won’t repeat that stuff here. Assuming that you’re up to date, here’s what Klinghoffer says today, with bold font added by us:
When I first read the complaint filed in the David Coppedge case against NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory, I had a sense of déjà vu. Something similar happened to me in college.
We know nothing about the personal lives of the Discoveroids, and that’s the way we like it. But the Coppedge case has been so disquieting that Klinghoffer can’t help but reminisce about his college days. What’s he going to tell us — about his date with the homecoming queen? Or maybe a wild weekend with the head cheerleader? No, nothing like that. Keep in mind that it’s the David Coppedge case that brings this memory rushing back to Klinghoffer. Thinking about Coppedge, he mentions:
… a striking thing about the computer specialist’s experience with the thought police is the way he was punished by Darwinist supervisors (for occasionally distributing samizdat documentaries on intelligent design) after having already agreed to abide by the outrageous demand to stop loaning out the DVDs and talking about intelligent design. There’s no indication he did anything other than keep his promise. Yet his supervisor came down hard on him, stripping Coppedge of a prestigious title and position, embarrassing him in front of colleagues. In Kafkaesque fashion, Coppedge received a formal written warning (against promoting ID) at the very same meeting where he was informed of his punishment.
What unhappy college memories did that trigger? Let’s read on:
With me, the issue wasn’t evolution but race. I was a junior at the time, at Brown, beginning the year as a counselor on a freshman hall and as a new columnist on the Brown Daily Herald.
Imagine being counseled by Klinghoffer! We continue:
My inaugural column objected to the way well intended liberal race policies on campus — for example, allowing racially exclusive black fraternities and sororities — unwittingly promoted racial separatism. Sadly, black and white students ended up eating and socializing separately, taking different classes, and so on.
Klinghoffer seems to have a long history of wishing things were other than they are. Here’s more:
Boy, was I ever naïve.
Who would have guessed? Moving along:
When the column came out I realized I had ticked off not only the black fraternities and sororities — graffiti such as “F–K YOUR RACIST A–” appeared on my door — but, worse, the university administration.
It seems that it’s never been easy to be Klinghoffer. Another excerpt:
The dean of freshmen reprimanded me and appointed a student committee to monitor my counseling.
Of course, I did not have at stake anything like what David Coppedge does. I didn’t have a career or a reputation.
Yeah. It’s not like now. On with the article:
Still, I was properly scared of being in trouble and losing a stipend so, like Coppedge, I did everything I could to comply. I didn’t write even one more word about race. I was scrupulous about being an affable, available counselor.
So how did things turn out? Let’s see:
Which got me nowhere. Like Coppedge, even as I went about trying to save my job, I had already been condemned. … A dean invited me to appeal only to inform me, on arriving in his office, that the final decision had been made. I was told to clear out of my dorm room immediately and find somewhere else to live. Let’s hope David Coppedge fares better.
Poor Klinghoffer. Now get this little goodie that he uses to end his essay:
But in a rest-stop men’s room off Interstate 95, the dean was later arrested for soliciting an undercover police officer. Additional proof, perhaps, that God has a sense of humor after all.
Somehow, dear reader, we are left with the feeling that we’ve learned more about David Klinghoffer than we really wanted to know.
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