Tuesday The Rabbi Saw Red

CHAPTER TWELVE

"What's with the briefcase?" Abner asked Ekko as they met in front of the administration building. "What's in it?"

"Nothing." said Ekko. "but I figured it would look businesslike, after all, we're going like to a conference."

Abner looked at him doubtfully and then said: "Well, there won't be any conference if we don't get there. Let's go."

Upstairs Dean Hanbury pulled up some chairs in front of her desk and locked the office safe, adjusting the Venetian blind against the sun, she returned to her desk and began to knit placidly, waiting for the student delegation to arrive. Promptly at half-past two they entered. Judy Ballantine and Abner Selzer first, followed by Ekko, with his dispatch case, which he placed conspicuously on his lap.

The dean smiled graciously and continued to knit while the students shot glances at each other, uncertain how to begin, they felt somehow they had been put on the defensive even before the conference had begun.

Ekko cleared his throat. "Look here. Miss Hanbury—"

"Cool it. Ekko." Selzer ordered curtly, then he said. "We're here on what we consider important business, Dean Hanbury."

She inclined her head to denote agreement.

"Well, with you knitting, it kind of throws us off, if you see what I mean. It's like you don't consider this very important."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Selzer. It's a habit with me. I'm afraid I knit even at faculty meetings."

She placed her knitting in the plastic bag at her feet. "There now, is that better? What can I do for you?"

"Well, first we'd like to take up the matter of Professor Roger Fine," said Judy.

"You said, 'first.' Are there other things?"

"There are other things," said Selzer."Well, why don't you tell me what they are. Perhaps there are some on which we are in substantial agreement and we can settle those at once."

"We'd rather take them up one at a time. Miss Hanbury.," said Abner.

She shrugged.

"We'd like to begin with the matter of Roger Fine."

"Very well. But first let me ask you just what your position is in the matter. Has he asked you to represent him?"

"We are representing him."

"But has he requested that you do so? Because if he has, if you are acting as his official representative, then I think you should have a written authorization from him to that effect."

"We don't have any written authorization. Miss Hanbury," said Selzer easily, "but he knows of our interest in the matter. I guess everyone does since we've been circulating a petition on his behalf."

"And did he authorize that? And how many signatures did you get, Mr. Selzer?"

"We got plenty. Miss Hanbury."

"May I see the petition?" She eyed the case on Ekko's lap. "Do you have it there?"

"We didn't bring it." said Abner.

"But why not? You circulate a petition and get signatures. I assume the petition was addressed to the administration. I can't understand why you would circulate a petition and then not bring it. Wasn't that the purpose of this meeting, or at least one of the purposes— to formally present the petition so that the administration could consider it and act on it?"

"Let's say it wasn't really a petition. Let's say it was a resolution, a petition means that we'd be asking for something, we're not really asking."

"Then what?"

"We're demanding."

There were nods of agreement.

Dean Hanbury considered, then she nodded. "Very well, what is it that you're demanding? And in whose name? Is this a demand merely of this committee, or do you claim to represent the entire student body?"

"You're damn right we represent the student body." O'Brien exploded.

Selzer gave him a withering glance.

"If you represent the student body, Mr. Selzer,” she went on. "then more than ever I must see the petition or the resolution, or whatever you call it. I must have some assurance that you represent more than fifty percent, a majority of the student body. If you are making a demand, the normal procedure, in the absence of a vote, would be to count the signatures and then look them over to make sure there are no duplicates and that all signers are bona fide students of the school."

"Look. Miss Hanbury." said Selzer. "You’re just fencing. Let's put it this way: we represent the concerned students of Windemere, and it doesn't really matter whether we are authorized representatives of Roger Fine or not.

Because the issue is more important than a particular person, the issue is whether the administration has the right to fire a member of the faculty because it doesn't like his political opinions. Now that's the issue and it's the only issue."

"Oh, I thought you had a number of issues."

"I mean that's the only issue in this particular case."

"That's a legitimate issue, Mr. Selzer, and I'm frank to admit that it is important enough to justify any member of the school raising the question— if it were true. But I'm afraid you've been misled. Professor Fine was not fired, in the first place, he was hired for a definite period, and at the end of this semester his contract expires, that's all there is to it. When you engage an electrician, say, to install a fixture, you pay him when he's done; then he leaves. I'm sure you wouldn't expect that just because he has installed one fixture he is now entitled to do all the electrical work in the house. I'm sure Professor Fine realized the conditions of his employment, and his political opinions had nothing to do with it. If he had been dropped before he had completed his contract, then you might have a case, but he is teaching now and will continue to teach, I trust, until the end of the term in accordance with his contract."

"Why wasn't he reappointed then?" demanded Selzer."Because he wasn't hired with that in mind, he was hired to fill a temporary need, and for a specific period."

"But you are going to hire another instructor for the English department, as a matter of fact, we have it on good authority that you intend to hire two new men."

"That may be." said Dean Hanbury. "It's a matter for the president to decide, and I can't speak for him. I doubt if he has even made up his mind yet. But that does not affect the situation with Professor Fine, there is nothing to prevent him from making formal application for the job, in which case his candidacy would be considered along with all others who apply and no doubt his experience here last year would be one of the points considered."

"And what of his radicalism?" exploded Judy Ballantine.

"I don't know anything about his politics." replied Dean Hanbury. "He has never discussed them with me, or with the president, to my knowledge."

"How about his article in The Windrift on Vietnam and the Array?"

"I don't recall it. Miss Ballantine. I don't believe I read it." She swiveled her chair around and gazed out the window at the street below.

This was more than Judy could take, she jumped to her feet. "That's a crock of shit and you know it. Everybody in school read that article and everybody talked about it."

The dean did not answer. Instead, she rose and went to the door. "You'll have to excuse me," she said, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

They looked at each other uncertainly. Selzer turned on Judy. "You asshole,” he said.

"Now, Abner. Judy didn't mean anything." said Ekko. "Hanbury probably just went to the can."

"Or maybe to see Prex." suggested O'Brien. "She'll be back.""Maybe she just wants to let on she's sore, then when she comes back, we feel funny and don't push so hard."

They discussed it, wandering around the room, looking at the pictures on the wall, pecking at the keys of the typewriter while waiting for her to return.

"If she was going to walk out on us," said Judy after awhile, "wouldn't she have told us to leave?"Ekko still thought she'd gone to the can.

"Well, maybe." said Selzer. "but if so, she's been there a long time now. It's at least ten or fifteen minutes."

"Well, women are that way," said Ekko."How about you?" demanded Judy. "You can tie up the John for an hour."Ekko grinned.

Selzer came to a decision. "Look Judy, you go down to the women's John and see if she's there. Yance, you go up to the president's office. Me and Mike, we'll check around the other rooms."

"How about me?" asked Ekko."Somebody's got to stay here in case she comes back."

Alone in the office. Ekko sat down in the dean's swivel chair, teetered back and forth, and then hoisted his feet onto the desk. While he would have preferred that someone besides Judy had disrupted the meeting, he was not sorry it was over. Obviously. Selzer had forgotten he was supposed to play down the Fine issue, the dean was one shrewd cookie, and he was sure that if the meeting had continued she would have led them on and then sprung Fine's letter on them. It would get all over the school, and his friend Fine would really be hurt.

They began to drift back into the office, one by one. Finally, Selzer appeared. "I checked every goddam room, corridor, telephone booth from the top floor clear down to the basement, she's gone."

They looked at each other. "What do we do now?"