Oh my, Minnesota's Worst Writerâ„¢ really gets her size 16 Barry Goldwater Underoos in a bunch today! Apparently some 37 years ago a group of disgruntled black U of M students (gosh, why ever would a black man in the 60s be less than content?) briefly occupied a campus building (didn't everybody in those days?) and made demands that were so outrageous that they were quickly met and became an accepted part of the university for the next several decades. In the process of the occupation it seems some papers were moistened, some desks damaged, the "K"s removed from several typewriters and a potted plant uprooted. (OK, I made up the plant bit just to make it sound more violent.) Worst of all "an unsympathetic student tried to enter the building, [and] was pushed down and lay shivering until he was taken away by an ambulance. Fortunately, his injuries were minor." To an upstanding citizen like KK that these men still walk free is an abomination and she musters all her meager powers of discourse to steer today's youth away from such moral decay.
So how did those young hoodlums continue thru the years to show their contempt for authority and higher education? One became a university regent, another a college dean, and several more college professors. And what of that milquetoast young lad who was so rudely tipped over and relatively unharmed? That's the real twist in the story--he eventually underwent an only partially successful sex change operation and became none other than our own Katherine Kersten! To this day she wanders around the Twin cities cursing all things associated with the 1960s and muttering under her breath about "those poopy negro boys."
[Spot and de Wege both beat me to the punch on this one. Guess my Katherine bashing muscles have atrophied of late.]