On Wednesday, I shall be lecturing about The Apology in my six week introduction to the Dialogues of Plato. In Volume Three of my Autobiography, and again six years ago on this blog, I recounted my faux-heroic moment in a Middlesex County courtroom, where I was defending myself pro se against the misdemeanor charge of Disorderly Conduct during an anti-apartheid protest. Old-timers on this blog will recall that I unsuccesfully sought to channel Socrates when called on to propose a punishment for myself after the jury handed down a verdict of Guilty.
While planning for the trial, the defendants met periodically in my rented Watertown condo. On a lark, I had T-shirts made up for all of us with the legend, in bright red letters, "FREE THE FOGG 19." I still have the shirt thirty-two years later, and on Wednesday, in an act of sartorial piety, I shall wear it to class.
Professor,
ReplyDeleteGiven your recent clothing choices, along with your new teaching gigs, I thought you might enjoy this article: Columbia 1968, Columbia 2018: the Rebels of the Past Meet the Rebels of Today by JONAH RASKIN.
https://www.counterpunch.org/2018/04/30/columbia-1968-columbia-2018-the-rebels-of-the-past-meet-the-rebels-of-today/
...but wait there's more:
And given the regular use of delicious phrasing in your blog, I thought I would pass along this clever thought I culled from this morning's tweets:
By “The Discourse Lover:” “I actually bet Trump and Macron get along great – Trump is the exact type of vulgar, acquisitive simpleton that French people assume all Americans are, Macron is the exact type of preening, arrogant creep that Americans assume all French people are.”