(1) I have been spending a good deal of time watching the trial of Derek Chauvin, the police officer who killed George Floyd by leaning on his neck with his knee for nine minutes. It is enormously upsetting. It is also quite astonishing. I have never seen or read of a trial in which the crime was so meticulously recorded on videotape from many different angles. It is even the case that the police hierarchy has decided to throw Chauvin under the bus. If the jury does not bring in a guilty verdict this country is going to erupt and so it should.
(2) Well, I have completely struck out in my effort to arrange to teach my course on Marx, Freud, and Marcuse next year. I approached the philosophy department at Columbia at the suggestion of a senior member of that department to ask whether they would be willing to host the course. I was not asking them to pay for the course – that I could arrange through the Society of Senior Scholars. The negative response I got from the chair, after she had brought the proposal before the department, was oddly hostile and defensive. I have no idea what is going on but it was a flat rejection that, according to the chair, was “not negotiable.” I very much fear that like a loaf of stale bread or a pound of rancid butter, I have passed my sell – by date. As at least some of my blog readers will understand, this is not cheerful news to receive when you are 87.
(3) Paris remains closed and as the days pass I grow anxious about whether we will be able to return one more time in June or July before selling our apartment. I seek out Netflix miniseries set in Paris and binge watch them, but it is not the same, alas.