Allison Stranger, a Democratic college professor, published a first-hand account of an incident that left her injured last week when she attempted to leave a speaking event at Middlebury College in Vermont. Allison wrote that she had agreed to host the discussion with Charles Murray in a bid to “demonstrate publicly my commitment to a free and fair exchange of views in my classroom” but when the event started, a mob of students yelling and refusing to look her in the eye disrupted it:
The Hot Air reports:
I want you to know what it feels like to look out at a sea of students yelling obscenities at other members of my beloved community. There were students and faculty who wanted to hear the exchange, but were unable to do so, either because of the screaming and chanting and chair-pounding in the room, or because their seats were occupied by those who refused to listen, and they were stranded outside the doors. I saw some of my faculty colleagues who had publicly acknowledged that they had not read anything Dr. Murray had written join the effort to shut down the lecture. All of this was deeply unsettling to me. What alarmed me most, however, was what I saw in student eyes from up on that stage. Those who wanted the event to take place made eye contact with me. Those intent on disrupting it steadfastly refused to do so. It was clear to me that they had effectively dehumanized me. They couldn’t look me in the eye, because if they had, they would have seen another human being.
Instead of calling off the talk, Stranger moved it to a private area where it could be livestreamed. As the event continued, some protestors were banging on the windows and she was worried they would break them and uncertain of what could follow if they broke in. When the talk ended, she assumed that she could now relax, but what followed got her completely unprepared.
What transpired instead felt like a scene from Homeland rather than an evening at an institution of higher learning. We confronted an angry mob as we tried to exit the building. Most of the hatred was focused on Dr. Murray, but when I took his right arm both to shield him from attack and to make sure we stayed together so I could reach the car too, that’s when the hatred turned on me. One thug grabbed me by the hair and another shoved me in a different direction. I noticed signs with expletives and my name on them. There was also an angry human on crutches, and I remember thinking to myself, “What are you doing? That’s so dangerous!” For those of you who marched in Washington the day after the inauguration, imagine being in a crowd like that, only being surrounded by hatred rather than love. I feared for my life
Stranger writes that later that night after her martini had worn off, she felt something was not right with her neck. Her husband took her to the ER where she was given a soft brace. She ends her letter by saying it was the saddest day of her life and added that “We have got to do better by those who feel and are marginalized. Our 230-year constitutional democracy depends on it, especially when our current President is blind to the evils he has unleashed”