Does this seem like a credible description of Williams in the early ’80s to anyone? Because it doesn’t sound anything like the school I went to:

Katz specialized in Eastern religions, but a dean tapped him to teach a course on modern Jewish thought. “Katz is a Jewish name,” the dean said.

Katz was less troubled by the dean’s old-line attitudes — teaching the course reignited his interest in Judaism — than he was by the new politically correct anti-Zionism, one star in a constellation of thought, fashionable on campus, that included deconstruction and lesbian feminism. Katz’s feelings for Israel were still left-wing ambivalent, but he was shocked by the hate he saw when he was the only Jew on a public panel discussion about Israel’s 1982 Lebanon incursion.

They made outrageous anti-Israel claims, to cheers from the students. I can honestly say that never in my life have I felt so utterly alone as I did at that moment. I was distraught. When it was my turn to speak, I was compelled to charge my interlocutors with anti-Semitism. What else could account for the packed, hostile auditorium? Why did they reserve such vehement protests for Israel?

He also began to moderate politically, feeling shame when spotted by a college trustee as he carried a sign at a demonstration, or when realizing he was haranguing visiting parents about gender relations.

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