I Go To Arbitration On Monday

My words for the arbitrator, if I am allowed to speak.

Note: NOV 15, 2025: The University, even before arbitration, is already threatening to take down my Substack. Champions of Free Speech they are not.

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On Monday, I go to arbitration. I do not know what will happen. These processes take place behind a kind of bureaucratic veil—opaque, guarded, and shaped by rules the public never sees and that even the participants seldom understand. A decision may be reached without my meaningful involvement. I am not being dramatic; that is simply the nature of the machine I am now inside.

My two lawyers have yet to meet with me to discuss any particulars of my case. Actually, officially, they are not my lawyers; the union CUPE 3913, which has never met with me, is their client.

The two lawyers met on Zoom to tell me that they were really busy and needed to go soon.

They have acknowledged none of the documents I sent. They produced one draft so riddled with errors it looked like a ransom note, and I had to rewrite it myself.

And the u…