When I read that I just closed my eyes for a second and just sat here. Then I opened my eyes, straightened my spine, and made this mental vow:
I will attain candidacy this fall. I will collect my fieldwork next year. I will complete my dissertation. I will go on job interviews. I will look these bastards right in the eye, innocent as can be, and mouth whatever they want to hear:
Why yes, I AM a Gramscian scholar, a Marxist feminist, and a propenent of social justice! Why yes, it IS shameful about those dirty Zionists and those poor, oppressed Palestinians. Oh it's just TERRIBLE about Mumia, isn't it? Oh, I just LOVE that Che shirt, where can I get one?
And then I will start teaching, and call no attention to the presence of Ludwig Von Mises, Ayn Rand, John McWhorter, Jim Goad, and David Horowitz tucked in among the required marxist crap they insist upon. No telltale stickers will appear on MY office door... until after I get tenure.
And then, oh then...
My brother, who's a moderately liberal Democrat had his heart set on being an English professor. While getting his M.A. in English Lit at NYU, he became so disheartened by the lazy commie flunkies he had for profs, he bagged the idea for a Ph.D., and went into publishing.