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The Mad Scene in the Anti-Trump Opera

Consider the hysteria accompanying the 90-day ban on entry to citizens of Iraq, Syria, Iran, Sudan, Libya, Somalia and Yemen. Think if it had been something big. Deporting 10,000 well-selected cholos and tattooed welfare parasites, for example? Going after anchor babies and their moms? Preferences for educated, acculturated immigrants? No full tuition-paying students who can’t speak or write English? Just joking!

The meltdowns are operatic. Sen. Charles Schumer called the order “mean-spirited and un-American,” choking back Pagliacci-like tears at a press conference. “These orders go against what America has always been about. The orders make us less humanitarian, less safe, less American,” Schumer said.

“I noticed Chuck Schumer yesterday with fake tears,” Trump responded with signature charm. “I’m going to ask him who is his acting coach.” In its lowbrow way of course this is delicious and refreshing, since what liberal Washington and left-saturated universities share is inexhaustible, self-satisfied pretense.

In yet another of her tedious open letters, President Drew Faust at Harvard University is capering with virtue. “Our robust commitment to internationalism is not an incidental or dispensable accessory,” she declares, as if the idea had been challenged. “Our international students and scholars are essential to our identity and excellence.”

In a breathy aria Drew delivers the Harvard gospel,

Let me also take this opportunity to note the anxieties and concerns prevalent among members of our community who are also members of the Islamic faith. Ours is a nation founded and built on the bedrock of religious pluralism and religious freedom. Our University embraces that commitment, in the spirit not of mere tolerance but of genuine inclusion. We must not and will not conflate people of a venerable faith with people predisposed to acts of terrorism and violence. And, recognizing the special concerns of the Muslims among us at this moment in our national life, I believe we must pursue more tangible ways to support their distinctive needs.

Before delivering the zinger on her cabaletta,

I have initiated a search for Harvard’s first Muslim chaplain, who will serve full-time to provide guidance and support to members of the Islamic faith and to join colleagues in promoting a wider sense of community and understanding…

End of the act. The curtain drops. It’s a wowzer. Take a bow, President Faust.

Everyone wants a platform in the virtue opera, ideally a voice front-stage left. Chiming in, Vice-Chancellor Sir Leszek Borysiewicz at the University of Cambridge — the other Cambridge — intones in his open letter:

The recent executive order issued by the United States government, imposing a ban on nationals of seven Muslim-majority nations, is an affront to one of the most fundamental human freedoms.

An affront to one of the most fundamental human freedoms. Can Borysiewicz really believe this?

As the son of a family of refugees welcomed by Britain after the Second World War, I abhor a discriminatory policy that further endangers the lives of people who have fled conflict and sought sanctuary elsewhere.

Yes, but of course. Your refugee self-reference in a university letter seals the deal! We defer to your moral position on that account and apologize with great chagrin.

While we acknowledge that a country must have the right to manage its own borders,

But not really, eh, Leszek?

this ban is fundamentally at odds with the values of openness, tolerance and evidence-based decision-making that the University of Cambridge stands for.

Oh relax, Les. Rest on your laurels and stick to medicine and prancing about in your ermine-lined robes.

As does Harvard’s Faust, Borysiewicz no doubt thinks of himself as a mandarin and tribune and seer all at once, so great are his visionary powers. Legates of immigrants, free of the stains of slavery and continental rape, accountable among the assorted sufferers at the hands of You Know Who, the new viziers speak for a global community. They understand the wounds and injustices of the old order that can never be forgiven or expunged. But the operatic histrionics are dangerous too, since craziness is rising on and off campus. These administrators know full well they are fueling anti-Trump hatred and anti-right violence.

At Berkeley, where a Breitbart speaker was to lecture on Feb. 1, thousands of protesters smashed windows, set fires and clashed with police as they forced a right-wing speaker to cancel his speech. The campus went on police lockdown but no one was arrested. “One protester at Berkeley held a sign that said ‘No Safe Space for Racists’ while other protesters danced to hip hop music,” Reuters reported. The Berkeley administration lamely iterated a Free Speech Movement tradition.

The drama on campus and elsewhere continues, the engine of leftist discontent. The stagey emotion is, if nothing else, spectacular. It’s like one of those really crappy ottocento Italian operas where the heroines go mad. The soloists — divas and divos — strut onto their campus stages to sing their predictable arias. Audiences that have paid good money — students whose parents have paid tuition for Muslim chaplains — get what they pay for.

In the final scene of the Trump ban opera, one fantasizes, a lathering Drew Faust is caught tagging Harvard buildings at 3 in the morning with Trump swastikas, wearing a pink pussy hat. Being led away in shackles, exposed, she shrieks:

The ascriptive / intersectional / anything-but-white
redistribution of power must prevail,

Bearers of knowledge, bearers of light,
Our virtue will never fail.

The curtain drops one final time. Charles Schumer (Harvard ’71, Harvard Law ’74), still in his Pagliacci costume, claps and weeps copiously.

But the hall is empty. The rest of the audience has given up and walked out, grown tired of the rancid, phony plot. Schumer’s cries echo against the gilded walls. Sad.

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