The longtime staff person was so excited. She pulled Rebel Girl over to the window in the LA building and pointed.
"Look!" she said, directing her gaze at the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential office in A-100. "I saw her open the blinds!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that something?"
Rebel Girl agreed. It was something. It was, they decided, a metaphor.
The original blinds had been hung during the era of Raghu Mathur and had last, as far as Rebel Girl recalled, been fully parted during the final years of the last century.
The window sparkled. People outside could see inside. People inside could see outside. The transparency was beautiful.
Rebel Girl remembered the uncomfortable meetings she used to attend in that room back when she was newly tenured and represented the Academic Senate and Raghu Mathur was the president. She remembered him telling her and Rich Zucker, the Senate VP, that God had put him in that office to do God's work.
My god, she had thought, what are we going to do?
