Freedom, safety, and all that
May. 3rd, 2008 10:53 amHere am I, sitting on campus, as part of a five-hour expedition so I can give a half-hour orientation talk to the incoming freshmen. (Why do we have orientation in May for the incoming Fall students? I wish I knew.) And unlike the previous ones, it's running late, not early, heigh ho.
So I'm listening to the representative of Public Safety give his talk. And although I am sure part of what he's doing is trying to reassure the kiddies' parents that their darlings will be safe at loose in the city, I have a serious. fucking. problem with the start of his speech, which ran roughly thus:
"How many of you were asked for ID when you came in this morning?" (no hands go up.) "Not one of you, right? Yeah, it is kinda funny that, after 9/11, you can go into a building and no one asks you for IDs. Hunter is currently an open campus. But we're gonna fix that."
Feh.
So I'm listening to the representative of Public Safety give his talk. And although I am sure part of what he's doing is trying to reassure the kiddies' parents that their darlings will be safe at loose in the city, I have a serious. fucking. problem with the start of his speech, which ran roughly thus:
"How many of you were asked for ID when you came in this morning?" (no hands go up.) "Not one of you, right? Yeah, it is kinda funny that, after 9/11, you can go into a building and no one asks you for IDs. Hunter is currently an open campus. But we're gonna fix that."
Feh.