Part 1 (1/2)
Wild Justice.
by Ruth M. Sprague.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
It is no accident that women continue to earn less than men.
Nowhere is this more evident than in the testosterone temples of academia. Here, the ceiling is made of plexigla.s.s.
Although more women are allowed in the cla.s.srooms and even into the board rooms, decisions are still made in the men's rooms.
More women obtain advanced degrees and achieve faculty positions, but few are allowed into the highest administrative positions.
Rather, they are found in greatest numbers in the lower paying, most labor intensive positions.
Civil Rights laws connecting compliance with federal grants are blatantly ignored or creatively circ.u.mvented by many inst.i.tutes of higher learning. The courts and the EEOC, weakened to the point of extinction by the regressive administrations of the eighties, are about as effective as warm spit in enforcing compliance.
Using the double edged sword of coercion and hara.s.sment, these inst.i.tutions of ”higher learning” continue to maintain their status quo. This book portrays a few of the artifices they employ.
Characters, descriptions and locations are fictional, created from the right side of the author's brain.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ruth M. Sprague, Ph.D., a native Vermonter known to hundreds of her former students as Dr. Ruth, is retired after many years teaching nursing and medical students.
She has published several scientific papers, teaching tutorials and one novel, VERMONT TALES FOR FOOLS AND OTHER LOVERS.
”Revenge is a kind of wild justice.” --Francis Bacon
WILD JUSTICE
by
Ruth M. Sprague
Foreplay
”You can't be serious,” exclaimed Diana Trenchant, leaning toward the man sitting behind the desk. ”Incredible!
Why on earth would I want to fill out and turn in student feedback forms in my own course? All of my semester student evaluations have been excellent.”
Dr. Lyle Stone, Chairman of the Nutrition, Embryology and Radiology Department, relished the power of his position as fervently as he detested the acronym, NERD, that had been irreparably attached to it. He pa.s.sed a small pile of forms across his desk to Diana. ”Obviously you wanted to cause harm to the two other instructors in the course,” he replied smugly.
His expression and demeanor suggested a small boy torturing a bug and extracting the utmost enjoyment out of it.
”Harm them?” Dr. Trenchant laughed scornfully and sat back in her chair scanning the evaluation forms. ”You claim I wrote these five which are derogatory toward them and the course. Five!
Over two years and hundreds of feedback forms? How could there be any harm attributed to these particular forms when you know that both of those instructors have consistently received derogatory evaluations from the students since they started teaching the course?”