They had gotten together over drinks the day before and decided
that they would play good cop, bad cop at the hearing. He,
as chair, would affect neutrality while Frank could go after
Diana and her witnesses hammer and tongs.
If anyone on this hearing panel was more anxious than himself
to smash this woman, it was Frank, mused Henry. He had good reason.
It was about three years ago that. . .
Affirmative Action Officer, Kevin Goodman, sat in his office
reading a letter that had just come in the campus mail.
Kevin, a black, realized that he had been awarded this
position because of his permanent tan. He had thought when
he agreed to take the office that he truly would be allowed
to enforce federal mandates.
Now, two years into it, the bubble had long since burst.
His office was there, it appeared, only to satisfy the law that
such an office be maintained. However, deans and directors of
departments seldom did as he directed and if he went to the Pope,
well, he found out pretty quickly that did no good.
He was actively seeking another appointment at a more enlightened
and humane university. Enough was enough, but while he was still here,
he would do the best he could or was allowed to do.
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