45 Mt. Auburn St. is near Daedalus
on the Harvard Campus. Its interior
looks like the skanky skinhead house in Higher Learning. But what
it
houses is in truth an even more digusting embarassment to Harvard
University. It houses the decay of Harvard social life called the
Harvard Social Forum.
SASSI
vs Finals Clubs
The Harvard
Social Forum devolved from an attempt by Maureen Connolly
to destroy the "Finals Clubs" who had refused her admittance to their
drinking parties even after months of dressing like a slut and ringing
doorbells. In 2004, Connolly got together with Julia Lewandosky
and
founded "SASSI-WOOFCLUBS" or "Students Against Super Sexist
Institutions-We Oppose Oppressive Finals Clubs." Not merely an
exclusive man-hating club for ugly girls, but a club for the
destruction of all the other clubs.
The Finals
Clubs operate outside of the official student groups ever
since the Harvard stopped recognizing them (consequently forfeiting
oversight of them). SASSI attempted to move a step further and
have
them obliterated. Though this resembles a bunch of scrubby female
Don
Quixotes tilting at windmills, it has attracted media attention and
spawned other more playful and ridiculous demons, while attracting
off-campus trash. They have managed to subject members of the
hated
clubs to sensitivity-training and brainwashing sessions. They
have
stomped and snorted and claimed gender discrimination. They
have
become like an NGO inside of the campus, exerting pressure on boards of
directors.
Lisa
Schkolnick in 1988 was the first woman to try to sick a
quasi-governmental agency on campus clubs to force her
membership. In
1993, more women tried to organize a petition to boycott, and thereby
starve out the members. In 1995 the Harvard dean began accusing
clubs
of liquor violations and sexual assaults, and finally threatened
retaliation by insurance companies. Due to this pressure, the
Inter-Club Council was destroyed.
Concurrently
with the attempted destruction of mens' clubs by womens'
lobbying groups, was the creation of womens' clubs. These
properties
have an estimated value of about $2.5 million dollars each. They
have
a supply of law students with nothing to do but find ways to attack the
financial pipeline of the so-called racist, sexist, classist white
males who won't share their beer.
Harvard
Social Forum
Harvard
Social Forum is a party house for intellectual refuse
and anarchist skanks. An amusing irony is that the property is
owned
by the Foundation for Civic Leadership, yet the users of the building
(many of whom do not know who owns the building) are anti-civilization
and advocate leaderless societies. One of the many aims of HSF is
to
convert Finals Clubs into university-owned student communes organized
on a collectivist/solidarist model. In other words, the
University
gets to oversee and swindle the traditional organizations' property, as
long as students are given free reign to run dubious organizations and
have fund-raising parties in their burned-out shells.
Perhaps that
would not be a bad idea if it were a self contained
process. But no process on a campus is self contained. For
one thing,
the request by FCL that HSF welcome "all sorts" of interest groups has
made the building a free-for-all, and not in the utopian sense. It is
rather a Bat Cave for launching riots, civil disorder, and cultural
warfare while dragging off-campus organizations into free schoolspace,
supplying them with resources and venue while also maintaning plausible
deniability of cahoots.
HSF
coordinator Rachel
Bolden-Kramer says her building is "a nest of cooperation where
the branches of Harvard's social justice effort can consolidate and
pool their resources." That is a gross understatement. It
is in fact
a nest for clandestine meetings between anarcho-socialist, homosexist,
communist deviants who mooch off of university resources, raise bail
money for hardened criminals, and fuel the largely internet-based
Fourth International.
The building
was taken by student coup on various occasions including
when a woman brought an inconclusive rape case against the Pi Eta
organization in 1986, and when another settled out of court in
1988.
They were closed down by Joe Malone in 1991 for having skanky mattress
parties.
Now instead
of a skanky mattress, there are bloody shirt parties to
plan riots in the name of "social justice" and "solidarity among campus
organizations," (predominantly the socialist and lesbian ones).
They
have a mission statement which functions as a prior restraint:
"opposing oppression including white supremacy, male
supremacy, economic inequality, and heterosexism." If you are not
vocally opposed to whites, men, money, and heterosexuals, do not
enter. If you do enter, be prepared to pay the higher end of the
sliding admission scale to the allegedly "alcohol-free" party, and be
prepared to be thrown out when recognized by one of the off-campus goon
squads.
The current
users of the Harvard Social Forum space are:
Boston
Anarchists (front for I.W.W.) BAAM
(Boston's General Anarchist Union) Anarchist
Black Cross (prison bail organization) ISO
(International Socialist Organization) Papercut
Zine Library (content restricted to marxist, anarchist, eco, and
gay) Boston
Indymedia Center (anarcho-socialist anti-WTO lobby group) NEFAC
(Northeast Federation of Anarchist Communists)
To which
miscreants and wannabe labor unionists, I invoke the ghost of Professor
G.R. Richardson, who waged in 1975 relentless and systematic warfare
against incompetent appliance
repairmen from his address of 45 Mt. Auburn St. Cambridge, MA.
His story speaks for those men disgruntled about unrepaired mechanisms
everywhere. He supersedes you. You are in fact the "bad
labor" and not the "fixers of civilization." To
paraphrase his letter to the immortal typewriter repairman Z. Groh:
Dear Mr. HSF:
Shortly before my summer vacation (I [walk by]
Harvard), I brought you my typewriter, [...] When I picked up
the typewriter, you assured me that this had been fixed. [...]
And now I discover that it is not
fixed at all [...]
I am not only a [pedestrian through] Harvard, but I am, sadly, a
writer; that is,
I write every day-- ten, twenty pages a day sometimes. [...]
I want you to know
how tenaciously I represent the consumer's cause in the struggle
against the shoddy indifference that is everywhere. I want you to
understand the hardiness of the enemy you have inspired. I am
your
enemy, Mr. Groh-- I am the enemy of every vile business, large or
small, that preys on the average customer's sloth and meek acceptance
of outrageous service, of parts being constantly out of stock, of inept
repair work and absurd costs per hour for what is incredibly referred
to as "labor".
I will be sure to bring you this typewriter in the fall when I return
to Cambridge,
my fingers begrimed with ink, my appreciation for the rareness of
Gojmeracs in America wandering-- if, in the meantime, I can resist
driving the long hours in the dead of night and delivering it to you
through your display window.
* Apologies
to G.R. Richardson, Leon Neyfakh, and April Yee.
