It was cold out there this morning. Alice very wisely marched us out for a walk before the wind kicked up in earnest, and then we hunkered down for the rest of the day with work deadlines and the ongoing USC (and elsewhere, but I'm being parochial, here) admissions scandal stuff, interspersed with (for me) watching the House of Commons live, mangling everything to do with Brexit that it possibly could.
I'm left shaking my head that someone who I know - in a friend-on-campus, have occasional lunches together, talk to at volleyball games, exchange views about volleyball, to be sure, but also, yes, about politics, and about the less than perfect aspects of USC; someone whose company I enjoyed and who always seemed a straight shooter - that someone I know could apparently be so downright corrupt. So, evidently, unless there's some whole other story (and all the evidence in the depositions makes this seem very, very improbable), one can misread, badly. But what's almost entirely been lost in this is the good that this person did do - for women athletes, for their mental health and general well being, and, perhaps especially, for LGTB athletes on campus. That was one of the reasons that I admired her. As this piece in the lesbian on-line publication Autostraddle puts it: "Here’s
hoping that support of LGBT and women athletes at USC will not be collateral
damage of this whole damn thing."
https://www.autostraddle.com/usc-associate-athletic-director-donna-heinel-is-gay-did-college-admissions-crimes/
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