Shakespeare on Campuses of Scarves
Let's workshop this poem about the difficulty of proving one's innocence in a system that is quick to judge and slow to listen (especially to those not from one of the good "protected classes")
Shakespeare on Campuses of Scarves To attest, even with the full hoopla of humility vital for men of his optics, that he was quoting— not lobbing—the “F-trauma,” and that the poet meant just a bundle of sticks, would do nothing in a malleus provocatorum court convened (“sadly on stolen lands”) to decide his professorial fate. Think of yesterday’s witch trials. In response to the teary man who swears his accused wife was not frolicking at some midnight sabbath but sleeping in his bed, the bishop would smile: “My son, Satan’s infinite powers of deception far exceeds your finite powers of perception!” The provost, flanked by scowling DEI officers and Title IX coordinators, would say in a smile: “Eurocentric-rationalizations—especially given the hetero whiteness of you and the poet alike— are oppressive. LGBTQIA2S+ hate is pervasive. It squirms even into well-intentioned hearts.” Under the Argos of a bureaucracy huge enough that it must soon feed upon itself, even its MUPs (its marginalized, unproblematic, and protected) who lack all visible “devil marks”—the question seemed easy. Would he implicate others, like all the rest, in his hysteria-legitimizing apology? _______________________________________ * “Malleus Provocatorum” is a phrase that translates to “hammer of troublemakers / triggerers / provocateurs.” It is a reference to the medieval “Malleus Maleficarum” or “Hammer of Witches”: a disgusting treatise on methods for spotting witches and torturing them until they confess and name others who suckle upon the teats of Satan.
We would all be better off following the advice of 1970s soul divas The Jones Girls: "If you don't start nothing/There won't be nothing."