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(a documentation of actual events, non-fiction)
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My quick Synopsis
(I give nothing away no worries)
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On May 13, 1920, a 21 year old Harvard University student named Cyril Wilcox took his own life by filling a third floor bedroom of his parents Fall River, Massachusetts home with lethal gas, shoving blankets in the doorways and window sills then lying down on his bed to take an eternal nap. His mother (who had been on the first floor the entire day) was obviously not aware of her son's emotional state and only discovered his body hours after it had expired.
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Cyril's brother Lester came across 2 letters within days of the young man's suicide. Essentially they revealed that not only had Cyril been associating with homosexual students at Harvard, but that he also had been involved in a relationship with an older well known Gay Cafe owner from Boston. His reaction, fueled by an enormous sense of loss was to contact both of the young men who wrote the letters, gain "evidence" and present his findings to The President of Harvard.
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Having graduated Harvard himself in 1914, Lester Wilcox still had some formidable contacts. Through one of these he gained an audience with President Lawrence Lowell and presented his findings. The result was a witch hunt unlike the school had ever endured.
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A "Court" was set up to oversee the interrogation and application of disciplinary action to all of the students who fell under suspicion. Nearly all of these men were under the age of 22, most often wealthy and connected, and all but one, hesitant to admit to the "court's" accusations.
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The book is amazing in it's detail of both the background & "testimony" of those "accused". It also paints an incredibly vivid picture of just what life was like for those who dared experiment with homosexuality in such a rigidly disciplined environment. I was completely riveted, having finished better than half the book in one sitting yesterday. The Cold I am suffering prevented me from finishing it last night.
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I am at work, feeling a tad bit better. For some reason I am famished, eating everything in sight. I had two power bars and a blueberry muffin for breakfast. Yesterday was much of the same, my appetite is insatiable the last two days, despite feeling like a walking zombie with a congested head and runny nose. I wonder what I should have for lunch....hehe
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I was so sick yesterday I forgot to
vote (I was home for most of the day in bed).
My state (MA) has elected it's first black governor!!
(
Deval Patrick)
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I met four people (worth mentioning) online yesterday (not in person, I mean chatting). Two turned out to be freaks, but one... maybe, who knows. I have a date Sunday evening before work. At least I'm still getting out there, lately I've been losing interest in even going into chat.
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If I was completely myself when I got up (and not 15 minutes late) this would have been probably more interesting. It's hard to write these things at work, all eyes upon you.
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... and enjoy your date on Sunday. ;-)
Hope you feel *a lot* better soon! In time for your date, anyway. ;)
*hugs*
I hope you feel better.
The book sounds really interesting.
I should start reading novels like that--or at least novels with some aspect of gay life.
Glad your toe is better.
I hardly Ever connect through chatting.
I assume this is Chai's blog address?
http://tigerbythetale.blogspot.com/
Hope you are feeling better!
Shand-Tucci also wrote about Isabella Stewart Gardner, Boston's great social rebel, art collector and patron, and fag hag extraordinaire.
The secret court book is engrossing, horrifying and an absolute must-read. Thanks, Jim, for putting it up on your blog to remind our readers of it again.
The election couldnt have turned out better I think, it was pretty damn close though!
I am also THRILLED that my hometown state elected Deval Patrick!!! After being disgusted with the Mitt Romney years I can feel good again :-)