Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word
Over the weekend it was revealed that Harvard had searched the emails (actually, just the subject lines) of 16 deans to look for the person who leaked information on a cheating scandal to the New York Times. Yesterday, after the deans got pissed, they got thrown a microscopic bone in the form of a “sorry if you feel that way” statement:
Some have asked why, at the conclusion of that review, the entire group of Resident Deans was not briefed on the review that was conducted, and the outcome. The question is a fair one. Operating without any clear precedent for the conflicting privacy concerns and knowing that no human had looked at any emails during or after the investigation, we made a decision that protected the privacy of the Resident Dean who had made an inadvertent error and allowed the student cases being handled by this Resident Dean to move forward expeditiously. We understand that others may see the situation differently, and we apologize if any Resident Deans feel our communication at the conclusion of the investigation was insufficient.
In other words, in case you thought being a Harvard dean meant that your bosses wouldn’t snoop through your email if they thought they could gain from it, welcome to the real world. And, OBTW, if you’re going to do any leaking, think like Wal-Mart middle manager, instead of a Harvard dean, and get yourself an anonymous Gmail account.
Also, too, if you want to read some grade A bullshit, don’t stop with the excerpt I quoted here, read the whole non-apology apology, because it is a classic of the genre: wordy, ill-reasoned, evasive and condescending.