Back in the early 1980s, a prominent professor I knew was accused of sexually harassing a colleague. This man was a compulsive flirt who couldn't get within feet of a woman without coming on to her, so it wasn't altogether a surprise. But long before an internal inquiry cleared him of all charges — and unearthed his mentally unstable accuser's impressive history of workplace mayhem — many in the powerful local feminist community had written him off as guilty by virtue of sleazy character. The fallout from this case, measured in reckless disregard for due process and subsequent private misery all around, made a deep impression on me. So I came with up-front sympathy to John... More >>>