Re “LaRose Responds to Girl’s Charge Football Players Assaulted Her”
[img]1551|right|Dave LaRose||no_popup[/img]Typical Dave LaRose.
The winner and still champeen.
Mr. LaRose, superintendent, re-affirmed early this afternoon that the School District made a ringingly brilliant choice two years ago last summer when hiring a Super successor to retiring Patty Jaffe.
On my left hand alone, with no assistance from the right, I can count all of the school administrators I have known over the last two centuries who would have displayed LaRose-style moral fibre to stand and make a public declaration – with meat on it – after a girl student apparently had been assaulted by a mob of Culver City High School football players.
This was the moment he was hired for, born for.
Millions can perform the scut work that threads through a super’s daily duties.
Few, however, have studied and developed the fibre that separates Mr. LaRose from the faceless masses in education.
This crisis divides the education stars from the dolts.
And the Dolt Wagon is sagging from overload.
Every other frightened, intimidated, chicken-hearted school administrator breathlessly would have dashed to the nearest closet, repeatedly bellowing “I can’t comment,” deftly ducking the crux of his responsibility.
Nuclear waste dumps overflow with failed educators. They died needing a courage transplant. In this crisis scenario, pantywaist men and women, overmatched, typically dove into sewers.
Standing stoutly without blinking, Mr. LaRose issued a 90-word statement minutes after the story broke here.
Unless the claim turns out to be as phony as the University of Virginia rape lie from last November in disgraced (again) Rolling Stone, this tragic Culver City storyline will be closely and publicly watched for months without relief.
Tomorrow we will ask questions.
Today we will say that the amazingly sensitive Mr. LaRose’s antennae may have been heightened in this case by being the father of two beautiful daughters and the husband of one beautiful wife.
That can alter a man’s thinking, says a father of four sons.
Even more significantly, this is a gentleman who has committed a lifetime of training, from his parents’ home through nationwide halls of academia, preparing himself to instinctively react with moral muscularity when the choice lies between reacting bravely or with convenient cowardice.
