My Karma Ran Over Your Dogma

Bet you're not used to seeing this end of your High Horse, are you Dr. C-onceited?

Lorna finds a way to push Dr. C  from his high horse…

The title of this post is a quote attributed to the most prolific writers of all time, Anonymous; so I thought it was safe to use it.

I didn't go that far, but you could say Dr. C's image took a hit...

The one thought running through my head after successfully defending my dissertation was, “No one can ever take this accomplishment away from me.” I never considered revenge against Dr. C. I was too happy to go to that satisfying delicious negative place.

The opportunity for justice (more positive than “revenge”) came to me in the form of correspondence from the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, George Washington University. As part of their Quality Assurance and Make-Alumni-Feel-Generous programs, they sent a survey to all recent graduates asking us to rate our satisfaction with various aspects of our education at their prestigious university. They offered the standard 1-5 rating scale for all questions except the last one. The final question was open-ended. It asked if, as a recent graduate, I had any suggestions that might improve educational experiences for future students. Indeed, I did.

Oh, looky here, a survey. Could this be my chance to settle the score with Dr. C.? He sure can't hurt me now. How about that? Karma came to me, special delivery!

I composed a detailed account about my full scholarship and how Dr. C used the power of his position as Chair to blackmail me into ceding the Teaching Assistant part of my award to a student he liked. I detailed his abysmal teaching performance, including cajoling students to do research on homelessness for an “A” in his class and hosting a pot and alcohol party at his home during the last class of the semester. I emphasized that he displayed qualities I believed were the antithesis of the code of ethics to which teaching professionals were held at their institution and within the American Sociology Association. To be helpful, I included both codes of professional conduct in my correspondence. I asked if the Dean would tell about what, if any action was taken to rectify this situation for future students, because I did not want any diligent graduate student subjected to the stress and shame that I endured.

Approximately two weeks later, I received a call from the Dean of the Graduate School. In the interim, I contacted Dr. T, the professor who was my only advocate back then, and explained what I had done. Elated, he said he’d support me should an investigation occur–he even said he might file his own complaint. I spoke with the Dean at length, reiterating my story and referring him to Dr. T. He thanked me, said he took my allegations quite seriously, and would get back to me within the month.

He did. The Dean told me that Dr. C denied he blackmailed me and scoffed at the notion he hosted a mini-Woodstock festival at his home and called it a class session. Subsequent interviews with other graduates and Dr. T verified my story. Summarily stripped of his Chairperson title, Dr. C’s pay was down-graded and he was relegated to a mere faculty position. There he stays to this day. He still has influence over students, but no power to give or take scholarship and assistantship awards willy-nilly.

I may no longer have my thrown, but I still control my lowly slaves, er, um, graduate students. Come and lick my boots while telling me I know everything.

My further effort at justice, since his area is Criminal Justice, was to point out his name  in sociology textbooks to all of my students (1,000s of them in my teaching career). Initially, they were impressed that I knew someone whose name appeared in a textbook. Then I told them The Story. Every face was riveted on me, each part of The Story more unbelievable than the last. Their faces turned from awe of this world-renowned scholar to disdain. I told The Story to illustrate a point I tried to emphasize for all my students: become critical thinkers. Challenge what you hear and read. Don’t believe or put on a pedestal someone who has a Ph.D. or some other “alphabet soup” flanking their name, simply because they have the credentials; they must also have integrity.

Dr. C. probably doesn't have this plaque hanging on his wall with duplicates of his Ph.D. and other officious-looking documents like The Cannabis Cup Award and The Author With The Most Books Sold To Yourself Award.

I also told The Story because I felt better each time I exposed his blatant, obnoxious, arrogant abuse of power. That’s the wicked selfish human part of me.

I hope at least some of my students remembered that lesson that I learned the hard way. I’m not holding out a lot of hope for Dr. C…

I don't care if this class is about Criminal Justice and incomprehensible physics equations, you will listen to me practice the violin because that's what I want to do. Teach yourself the material. I don't have time for such nonsense.

We now move on to the next item on Lorna’s “Help!” list: raising a kind, respectful, human-rights-conscious son who picks up after himself.

~ by Lorna's Voice on October 5, 2011.

16 Responses to “My Karma Ran Over Your Dogma”

  1. For every villain in a story, there is a hero, right? Maybe I was the hero, Maybe Dr. T? Doesn’t matter, justice was served!

  2. It seems like it takes one brave or foolish soul to start blowing the whistle. That gives others the push they need to be brave. Interesting study in human behavior, huh?

  3. That lack of professionalism needs exposure. It took a lot of courage to do what you did. Obviously it encouraged others to do likewise.

  4. Yay for you, Lorna!! That’s so refreshing to hear that you received some justice–so many times, it doesn’t turn out that way. Thank goodness for Dr. T. who stood up for you and vouched for your experience with the dastardly Dr. C. So happy to hear this!

  5. That’s me, a do well gooder…or a well do gooder…. or a good do weller… or a well good doer (oh, no, better not say that one!). Let’s leave it at thanks, Phil! 😉

  6. If I had done this while still in the program, I would never have gotten my degree. I’m sure of that. He had a lot of power. I had to bide my time and, really never thought I’d get this chance. It really did drop in my lap, or rather, in my mail box. Karma is better than caramel! 😉

  7. Yes it was/is! Still feels good to tell The Story…;)

  8. Well, it was easier since it was very long distance. But at least I did it! Thanks for the vote of confidence!

  9. Arrogance has a way of clouding a person’s judgment, memory and expectations about what others might do. I wish I could have been a fly buzzing around that room when he was given his “dishonorable demotion.” 😉

  10. Thanks so much for your vote of confidence! I’m glad you stopped in and commented. I hope you come back again! 🙂

  11. It’s easier to stand in front of the cave and cry than it is to enter and slay the dragon. You saved a lot of people from being used by that deplorable man. Unfortunently power has a way of attracting people like Dr. C. I’m glad you were there to take him out of commission. I’m also glad Harry sent me to your blog. 🙂

  12. What a great way to give him justice! You didn’t complain you just answered the question. He must have really thought highly of himself to deny what you said! As if he didn’t even consider they would check with other graduates to confirm/deny the party class.

  13. You go, girl. You had courage to stand up to that blatant abuse of authority.

  14. Payback is grand!

  15. Academia has gotten a few black eyes lately for putting agenda over quest for knowledge. This is an unbelievable example of how unchecked power can poison a person. Few of us really know the courage it takes to be a whislteblower against such a closed fraternity as this. Good job!

  16. I have been waiting to see how this was resolved, and it sure seems like the good folks can chalk up a victory for integrity and character! What you did was very courageous and inspiring. I’m proud of you Lorna. You did good, and you did well at the same time.

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