What Princeton Did to My Husband
My alma mater is not the school I once loved. But Joshua Katz is exactly the man I knew I married.
Solveig Lucia Gold
May 26, 2022Link to entire article
No disagreement from the official narrative is permitted at Princeton University. Academic freedom seems to be a meaningless phrase.
@mountaineer Is it allowed at ANY university?
I got kicked out of a 2 year community college right after getting out of the army for standing up in class and calling the history professor a lying fool,a phony,and a coward.
I don't think I had even been a student for 2 months then because I was still wearing army fatigue jackets because I couldn't afford to buy any new clothes.
And here,was the SOB whom I KNEW to have been a draft-dodger during WW-2 because he got his family to get him a job working with US Customs inspecting incoming ships in order to avoid the draft. He had previously told me himself that was what he did,and tried to claim it was military service. For all I know it might have been,but at that time it meant nothing to me at all. I knew of a lot of people that suddenly developed interest in working at shipyards or other jobs that would keep them from being drafted during WW-2. I even had a relative get sent back home after crying all night his first night of basic training after being drafted. He had literally never spent a night away from his mama or dealt with strangers at any time in his life before that,and he was terrified.
None of this really bothered me. What bothered me was this fool standing up in front of the class and declaring all VN Vets were cowards and punks that were afraid to fight the enemy.
I may have also promised to alter his physical and mental abilities if he ever tried to spout that nonsense in my hearing again.
The next day I was called into the Dean's office and told I was being booted out of college due to threatening a professor with physical harm.
Within 60 days,I got a letter in from the VA cancelling my GI Bill access due to "making violent threats to a professor."
I will also admit that I had plans for him a year or two down the road after everybody forgot about me,but come to find out,the community college fired him after that quarter and I had no idea where he went. Or maybe his contract expired,if they had contracts.
I dunno. All I do know is that he was gone,and I couldn't find out where he went. .
So,there I was,out of work due to physical abilities,and out of the GI Bill due to a punk professor. Ended up living in a panel truck out in the woods,and working day jobs on days I felt well enough to work.
Finally ended up getting the VA to agree to restore my GI Bill benefits so I could go to a trade school. That flat reminded me in the letter restoring my GI Bill benefits that this approval was ONLY for a trade school. Evidentially,I wasn't considered to be academic material.
Ironically enough,it was a gunsmith school. I managed to learn a trade while my body healed enough to allow me to work steady jobs again after graduation. Worked as a gunsmith for a few years before recognizing I would never have enough money to properly stock a gun shop to the point I could earn a living,and got lucky enough to finally force the US Postal Service to hire me.
I had taken and passed the test twice,the first time while I was still in gunsmith school out in Denver. Was turned down twice after being called in for an interview due to me having a history of back trouble from jumping out of helicopters and airplanes wearing full combat loads of equipment.
The along came Agent Orange,and since I was one of the first people to be treated for it while I was still in VN,and it was the reason I was medievaced back to Bragg,the lawsuit that forced the government to admit something was going on and to hire an independent agency to investigate,I got a letter from the VA telling me to fly to New Orleans at their expense to be treated and evaluated by The Oschelar (spelling) Cancer Clinic to determine if I was an Agent Orange Vet,and qualified for Agent Orange benefits from the VA.
I was,and ironically enough,after the VA being forced to increase my disability rating due to being an Agent Orange Vet,the a VA Awards Committee in Denver retaliated by deciding I no longer had a bad back. They did this to keep my disability rating to increasing to more than 50 percent.
Ironically enough,this worked out for me. A few years later after giving up on gunsmithing,I ended up taking the USPS test and passing it again. Which meant I was called in for a pre-employment interview again. When the snotty bastard told me they weren't going to hire me because I had a history of back trouble and they didn't like being told who they could and could not hire,I whipped out the VA claims paper that CLEARLY showed I no longer had a bad back.
They ended up hiring me against their will,and I managed to work for them for 5 years before the Agent Orange came back and I was forced to put in for medical retirement.
The SOB's didn't want to hire ME because I had back problems from my army service,yet they hired a black woman to work at the same post office who had some sort of undefined "physical problems",and she never handled any mail the whole time I was working there. The closest I heard to an explanation was she had some sort of "female problem" from giving birth to 5 or 6 kids.
They just let her sit in the break room and drink sodas and talk to the clerks taking breaks in between answering phone calls made to the station. As far as I know,she worked there until she retired,and never once delivered a piece of mail.