A decade has passed since I sat in my Introduction to History class listening to my professor lament on our inability to know history. Instead of introducing her students to the fascinating world of historical knowledge, she adeptly laid the foundation of its futility. Her philosophy ought to have caused her resignation as her own field of discipline had no purpose pursuant her own admission. In fact, her philosophy undermined the entire historical department at the University not to mention the discipline itself. The professor did not simply suggest this untoward line of thinking, she professed it as truth, at least in as much as it could be in a world without truth. She opined truth’s nonexistence in the same manner she dispensed with the ability to know history.
A few weeks into the course, I would hear the same professor attempt to validate her point of view that plagiarism is a moral wrong while many of the students argued that there were legitimate allowances for it. She had no ground to stand on since she had already dismissed the existence of truth weeks before. All she had at her disposal was indignation at the moral malaise of her students. It is not every day that a person comes face to face with the logical conclusions of one’s own philosophy.
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