Tuesday, April 9, 2013

What Kind of Nut is Marty Green?

There are quite a few amateur psychologists out there who have been trying to diagnose my mental condition based on what I've been posting here and in my physics blog. Some of them have complained that despite having over three hundred posts to pore through, I'm still not giving them enough information to go on. Not that it's stopped any of them from concluding that my condition makes me unfit to be trusted with children.

Anyhow, it turns out that in the last year I've finally gotten around to a personal project that people have been urging me to do for almost twenty years, ever since my community access TV show went off the air. Yes, you can now check out clips from my old Math With Marty shows on YouTube. And it's true I look pretty crazy. If you need any more evidence as to why I don't belong in a classroom teaching kids, you should be able to find it here. It's funny how many of the tendencies noted by my professors and fellow students in their complaint documents are mirrored in the behavior recorded twenty hears ago. I've put up a few samples below.

 This one starts partway through the show, but I'm clearly all over the board and not making sense. Here's another one:

Here I display a childish obsession with excrement and my disdain for established climate science. Then I mess up the calculation which was supposedly the whole point of the show, and at the very end I appear to be condoning illegal drug use.

 Let's see what else I've got. Here's one where I express my disdain for the educational system and the teachers and professors:

One of the most serious allegations against me at the University was how I humiliated a guest who was invited to the classroom. In this next video clip you can see I've invited a guest, choir director and accompanist Barry Anderson. I think you'll agree that he seems to find the whole experience pretty embarrassing. (He never returned to the show after this episode):

And while we're at it,  if you think I'm crazy, then how crazy is was my high school math teacher, Mr. Barsby?

And here's one more just for fun:

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

In which I Renege on My Promise

In the course of my last couple of posts, I got into a discussion with some correspondents about how I was presenting only one side of the story. They wanted to know the University's side. In particular, I told Ms. Redboots that I would spend the next few posts disclosing in detail all the accusations the University has made against me.

Since then, I've given it a lot of thought and I've decided maybe I won't do that after all. I'll tell you why not. The first thing I did was to post a link to the short summary of the charges against me which the Registrar provided to me back in December 2011. I pointed out that I had already posted this link last winter, in fact given it great prominence when I hilited in the Free Press talkbacks that went up last September when news of my lawsuit came out...so much so that it has received more hits than anything else I've posted.

So I was pretty surprised when after reposting this link, I got a really hostile response from some Anonymous posters who complained that the information in that letter didn't give enough details as to what I'd actually done. That got me thinking.

I was removed without warning from my Practicum on November 21st. I wrote the Director of Student Teaching three times that week, asking for details of why I had been suspended and what it would take to find me an alternate placement, and she refused to provide any information other than that my removal had been requested by the Principal, that my case had been turned over to the Registrar and that I would be contacted. There was nothing I could do but sit at home and wait helplessly, day after day, as my Practicum slipped away without the chance to seek another school placement and with no reason given. It was over two weeks before the Registrar informed me that I was being charged with non-Academic misconduct, and two more weeks before he finally gave me the summary of complaints which I have shared with you.

It would be four more weeks before he finally handed down his findings on those charges: namely, that I was guilty. In all that time, despite my repeated requests for further disclosure, he refused to give me any further details of the complaints.

So if you're complaining that I haven't told you what I did to get myself kicked out of university...why don't you complain to the Registrar? Because the very sketchy (and very disturbing) allegations contained in his letter are all that I was given to defend myself against.

To be sure, after releasing his findings, the Registrar produced a document which disclosed additional complaints against me, also without details. I then launched my formal appeal to the Student Discipline Appeals Committee. The University scheduled my hearing for forty-five days after my written appeal was acknowledged, the maximum time allowed under the regulations. So it was guaranteed that I would not be able to get back to classes before the term ended, in the unlikely event that I succeeded in my appeal. And even then they refused to disclose the complaints against me, until the very last minute. I described the circumstances as to how that came about in this post. And even then they still refused to provide me with the "complaints" from Gordon Bell.

By the way, I had also tried to get disclosure by applying to the Ombudsman under the Freedom of Information Act. By law, the University is supposed to cough up anything it has on you within thirty days. But they stonewalled for months, while the Ombudsman's office just ignored my complaints. It took six months to get anything out of them, by which time I had long since lost my final appeal. And in any event the bundle of documents they finally gave me was so heavily censored that there was nothing in it that I didn't already have. So much for your FIPPA rights.

So when all is said and done, why won't I tell you now what was in those complaints? Well, to some extent I already have. I went through the letter from Lauralyn Cantor in quite a bit of detail here. But that's not the point. My point is that if you feel I haven't been forthcoming in telling you what I was accused of, how do you think I felt when I was trying to defend myself?

Then there is the question of my fellow classmates. From the hostility against me in the talkbacks, you have to assume that some of the same people who whispered about me behind my back are among my readership. If I'm not being truthful in what I've posted, why don't they come forward with their version? I'm not stopping anyone from posting comments. Let them go to town.

Anyhow, I really wonder why these people say they need to know more details when it's pretty clear that they've already made up their minds? Go back and read the comments to my earlier posts. They're pretty hostile. And the theme that comes through again and again is....they don't need  to know the facts. To my critics, it's already obvious just from the way I write my blog that I'm an antisocial reject who has no business working with children.

So who needs the facts?