It Wasn’t My Cancelation That Bothered Me. It Was the Cowardice of Those Who Let It Happen

It doesn’t take much to get cancelled these days. Last month, my turn came around. The experience was unpleasant, but also completely ludicrous. And I learned a lot. I learned how easily an institution will cave to a mob. I learned how quickly the authorities will run for cover, notwithstanding the lip service they may pay to principles of free speech. After all, they’re terrified. They’re afraid that if they don’t beg forgiveness and promise to do better, they’ll be next at the guillotine. I was cancelled by one of Canada’s quainter institutions, a University of Toronto graduate residential school called Massey College. Few people outside Canadian academia have heard of it. But the cultural revolution has entered its mass-spectacle Reign of Terror phase, and so my story made news across Canada. I was depicted as a racist, anti-feminist heretic whose mere presence inside Massey’s halls would have presented a threat to students. But Massey College hasn’t fared too well, either: In this climate, every fusty institution is just one trivial scandal away from public-relations … Continue reading It Wasn’t My Cancelation That Bothered Me. It Was the Cowardice of Those Who Let It Happen