After a video posted of Mr. Summers teaching a class Tuesday, Alejandra Caraballo, a clinical instructor at Harvard Law School’s Cyberlaw Clinic, commented online that “it’s not normal for a professor to start a class discussing how they ‘regret’ being best buddies with a child sex trafficker.”
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One of his students comments:
“It’s incredibly easy — maybe one of the easiest things in the world — to not have a long-standing relation with maybe the world’s most notorious pedophile and human trafficker,” Anna J. Guerrini ’29 said. “I think it’s disgusting that he was asking for advice from another man on how to cheat on his wife and how to best win the affection of this woman.”
… and that’s just the long and the short of it, mes petites. This blog, with help from readers like George, who recently sent UDthis despairing piece from Indiana University, has I think decisively demonstrated that, qua behavioral category, fraternities are a catastrophe. Down south, more and more of the lads have guns that feature in haze-play. Drugs are a frat biggie, too, with the all-male secrecy/loyalty plus public-facing clean-cutness of Greek boys a perfect cover for large-scale distribution conspiracies. More commonly, on a daily basis, frats are about torturing teenagers desperate for acceptance, getting violently drunk, establishing more and more sophisticated ways of cheating through college, offering corrupt bigtime sports programs their most fanatic forms of support, and of course harassing women.
Because frats are supported by powerful rich organizations, and because party schools know they’d fold without them, nobody really does anything about the blood and guts. Dormouse deans sleep through the mad tea party, roused to irritable attention only when the little ones manage to kill a pledge. Unable to shut out the thudthudthudthud of a dead drunk falling hard down his final flight of stairs, the deans pull out the unacceptable intolerable unforgiveable appalling template and let fly until it blows over. They pull it back out when it happens again.
The situation is exactly like that of the camorra in Italy. Everyone knows that criminal violent enterprises are intrinsic to the setting, and no one does anything. I mean, as in this most recent shutdown of the entire system at Indiana (how long will it be suspended? couple of weeks), some teeny symbolic something will occasionally occur, and then it’s back to business.
SOS would write “the more fireable offense,” since there are only two, er, members of the list (mouth; dick), but otherwise this is a nice formulation.
Oh, and he’s stopped teaching at Harvard, though he hasn’t resigned his position.
[T]he connection between Summers and Epstein has long been public knowledge. Summers joined OpenAI in November of 2023, almost four years after the New York Times published a photo of him hanging out with Epstein at the sex trafficker’s Manhattan mansion, and six months after the world learned that Summers had solicited donations from Epstein on behalf of his wife’s poetry foundation. Undeterred, the Times itself hired Summers as a contributor to its Opinion section at the beginning of 2025... Prestigious institutions knew exactly who Summers was, and sought him out anyway, for years... [It all] reveals an American elite blinded to outrages occurring in plain view, due to the clubby nature of high society. All the way back in 2009, Summers offered some unsolicited advice to not yet-Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-Mass.) about surviving in Washington. “Outsiders can say whatever they want,” he counseled, “but insiders don’t criticize other insiders.” As an empirical observation, Summers was right—the world does work that way, illustrated most grotesquely in the Epstein debacle.
Harvard continues to affiliate itself not only with Summers, but with his buddy, Mister Female Genital Mutilation himself, Alan Dershowitz.
Summers’ appointment as Harvard’s president “worried some of those who knew [him]. The economist had earned a reputation as a bull in a china shop, rudely dismissive of the opinions of others, astoundingly arrogant even by Washington standards.”
It’s not just that Summers continued a friendship with a man who clearly had a pathological sexual interest in girls and had gone to jail for his sexual proclivities. It is also hard to imagine how Summers could have been so stupid as not to expect that emails with a convicted felon might one day go public.
As for the content of the emails… much of it is, in a word, gross. Certainly, we all write emails that, deprived of context, could embarrass us if they went public. But Summers’ emails went to a deeper, darker place; there is no context that absolves them.
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In July 2011, the former Harvard president was interviewed at the Aspen Institute by its head, author Walter Isaacson, in front of an admiring group. A friendly Isaacson asked about the veracity of a scene in the movie The Social Network in which Summers agrees to meet with Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss, two Harvard undergraduates who claimed that Mark Zuckerberg had stolen the idea for Facebook from them. The “Winklevi,” as Summers referred to them, came from Greenwich, Conn., rowed crew, were tall, handsome and old school — they wore coats and ties to meet the Harvard president. Summers disliked them instinctively, and the film portrays him treating them with humiliating condescension. Was it true? Isaacson wanted to know.
“One of the things you learn as a college president is that if an undergraduate is wearing a tie and jacket on Thursday afternoon at three o’clock, there are two possibilities,” Summers answered. “One is that they are looking for a job and have an interview. The other is that they are an asshole. This was the latter case.”
The remark — a former president of Harvard describing two of its students as assholes — prompted near-unanimous laughter from the audience, titillated by this trash-talking rule-breaker. Summers wore the chuffed look of a man who rarely tells a successful joke but is pleased to have done so now. The funny thing is that Summers was wrong on both counts: Zuckerberg wound up paying a $65 million settlement to the Winklevoss twins, and Larry Summers turned out to be the asshole.
As vile a compendium of moral squalors as his French economist twin, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, Summers has for decades evaded the reputational death he so richly deserves. Finally, this morning, his long, gushing intimacy with/admiration for Jeffrey Epstein has forced his hand a tiny bit – He’s going to keep teaching and also to hold on to many of his bigshot appointments in Democratic policy circles to be sure, but okay he’ll step back here and there somehow somewhere from ‘public life’ …
Like Prince Andrew, a degenerate protected for decades by the crown, Summers has for years depended on the kindness of powerful friends to misspend/ineptly manage public and private money, to hang with fellow degenerates, to turn Harvard University into a hedge fund, and to broadcast mentally retarded statements about women. The death of Elizabeth finally destroyed Andrew; the life of Epstein has perhaps done the deed on Summers. Perhaps! He’s not yet been banished to a cottage deep in the thousand acre Sandringham wood; the hapless Democrats are probably hapless enough to keep him front and center…
Seriously, read this rather long 2020 piece on the dude by Robert Kuttner and ask yourself why it took five more years plus domestic life with a convicted sex offender for fate to catch up with this guy, and the answer has everything to do with hated elites who make everyone else take a licking and who themselves just keep ticking. How in God’s name did Harvard prez Summers survive the Andrei Shleifer scandal? How did Shleifer survive it? Elites protect their own; elites aren’t like you and me. Greedy for money, hugely powerful, they have contempt for the little peoples’ silly rules of ethical conduct. Why shouldn’t they? Their intimate Alan Dershowitz is always there to bail them out.
Keep reading the Kuttner. I know it’s long, but it has to be, because it is touching on the serial sordid cavortings of Democratic Sage Larry Summers, who must have breathed a sigh of relief when Epstein died cuz Larry’s secrets died with him. But Epstein turned out to be another Rasputin, a man of many lives before and after the grave.
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Fun ‘degrees of separation’ fact: Summers buddy, protégé, and co-author Jason Furman bought his Cambridge house from UD‘s friend Peter. It’s a house UD knows well, but she’s certain Furman has totally redone the thing, so she probably wouldn’t recognize it. (I put that particular link over Furman’s name because a fawning 2008 NYT piece about Summers’ rehabilitation after the Harvard presidency fiasco ends with this wonderful quote: “Now, who talks about Harvard?” Mr. Eizenstat, the former deputy Treasury secretary, said. “It’s a thing of the past, a little blip on the radar screen.” In a few years, perhaps the same paper will roll out Furman to say “Now, who talks about Jeffrey Epstein? It’s a thing of the past, a little blip on the radar screen.”)
Other amenities include a lower-level theater that seats nine and has upholstered walls; a main-floor fitness room with a steam room and a sauna with a Himalayan salt wall; an upstairs lounge with a coffee bar, three built-in workstations and terrace access; a wine display room with a backlit onyx wall and lounge …
To protect his own ass, Trump’s currently going after prominent Dems who got down and dirty with Epstein; and, as loyal readers of this blog know, Harvard prez Larry Summers was way dirty. Mutually reinforcing corruption being what it is, Harvard never issued a condemnatory statement about Summers, but hold onto your hats cuz it’s probably coming.
Here he is dining with Mr Lolita (and Dersh, natch) where? Oh, babe, you can’t make this shit up. An Alice in Wonderland-themed restaurant steps from Harvard’s campus. Your blogeuese has eaten there and can attest that it attracted droves of thirteen year old girls (it no longer exists).
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On the multifarious ethical/financial corruptions of Summers, feast your eyes. Scroll, scroll, scroll.
A lot of Liberians like cutting off clitorises, and they don’t appreciate it when people try to stop them. It is good and great to castrate female babies, and if you disagree with this you’re going to hear from a lot of disgruntled people who are happy to point out that Liberian culture founds itself on bloody disfigurement.
