In recent days, there have been two resignations that caught my eye:
The first was from Professor Sir Tim Hunt, FRS. He’s a Nobel Laureate – a genuine one, not a pretend one like Michael E Mann, who is the Rachel Dolezal of Nobel Laureates. But this bloke Hunt is the real deal – He won the Nobel in 2001 and the Royal Society’s almost as prestigious Royal Medal for his discoveries on cell-cycle control. He is a brilliant man.
Six days ago, Sir Tim was in Seoul for some science conference and was required to make a few remarks, among which was a septuagenarian scientist’s ill advised attempt at humor:
“Let me tell you about my trouble with girls. Three things happen when they are in the lab. You fall in love with them, they fall in love with you, and when you criticise them, they cry.
Not the funniest joke in the world, but the genius of a scientist is often inversely proportional to his social ease. So he did not anticipate that a throwaway line about how girls are so emotional about these things would result in the girls getting so emotional about these things.
While he was on the flight back to London, University College told his wife, Professor Mary Collins (herself a prominent immunologist), that he could quit or be sacked. So he was forced to resign – from University College, and then from the Royal Society’s Biological Sciences Awards Committee, and then from the European Research Council. There’s not a lot left for him to resign from, although the Armies of the Outraged are optimistic they can get the Royal Society to expel him entirely.
So now the man who made the girls cry is blubbing himself:
“Tim sat on the sofa and started crying,” says Collins. “Then I started crying. We just held on to each other…”
Hunt is under no illusions about the consequences. “I am finished,” he says. “I had hoped to do a lot more to help promote science in this country and in Europe, but I cannot see how that can happen. I have become toxic. I have been hung to dry by academic institutes who have not even bothered to ask me for my side of affairs.”
The Royal Society, the oldest learned society in the world but these days as modish as any social-justice Tweeter, is said to be irked that Sir Tim did not offer a more fulsome apology. Personally, I can’t see why he should apologize at all. If you don’t like his remarks, have at it. But, if you ask me which is worse – a society where old men make harmless démodé semi-jokes that no-one laughs at; or a society that utterly destroys a man for one such irrelevant aside – I know which I prefer: the latter is a profoundly evil place. University College and the Royal Society should be ashamed.
~Meanwhile, in Spokane County, Washington, the aforementioned Rachel Dolezal has resigned as President of the local NAACP, the black civil rights group, because she is, in fact, white. Spokane County is less than two per cent black, and would seem to have no very pressing need for a local NAACP chapter. But, if you build it, they will come, even if a remarkable number come with the faint whiff of burnt cork and singing “De Camptown Races”. “NAACP” stands for National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, and Ms Dolezal is a very literally colored person: she tans her skin and applies contouring make-up in order to “pass” for black.