A Canadian College's Feverish Pursuit of a Heretic

They fired me, wrecked my finances, and tried to bury my reputation. Not enough. Now, even the Director of Public Safety stalks my Substack, as if their army of lawyers' threats were not enough.

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Today, I went onto my Substack and discovered that Nancy Deason — Humber College’s head of public safety — is now following and stalking my account. I have already had two demands from their lawyers to remove Substack posts; their threats are never-ending.

I declined to remove anything. I’m a bit of a free speech guy; check out the name of this Substack: Freedom to Offend.

This is the same public safety official who burst into my life like some minor inquisitor suddenly handed a badge and a mailing list, treating me not as a faculty member under investigation, but as though I were a fugitive barricaded in a compound.

The tone (see below) from the beginning was one of aggression, menace, and theatrical authority — threats layered upon threats, police copied on correspondence, sweeping commands about who I could speak to and what I could post online, all delivered with the feverish certainty of someone who had already convicted me in her own mind.

The peculiar thing was that she clearly had no interest whatsoever in hearing from me. One could only infer that she had been fed the ugliest and most malicious caricatures imaginable by the institution itself and preferred to nurse those fantasies rather than test them against reality.

It is a deeply peculiar and unsettling experience to realize that someone has likely been told you are not merely dangerous, but monstrous — perhaps even branded with the most despicable false accusations imaginable — and has embraced those fictions so completely that fact, proportion, and ordinary human reason no longer seem capable of penetrating the fog.

One is left confronting not rational judgment, but a kind of moral panic: a person so intoxicated by the certainty of your guilt that every threat feels righteous, every act of aggression feels justified, and every attempt at explanation is treated as further evidence of depravity.

And today, there is the truly disturbing part:

I have already been fired. Ten months ago.

The institution removed me from campus, banned me, gagged me, destroyed my reputation internally, and terminated my employment.

All because the Vice Provost and her fanatic Islamist colleague, Dr. Wael Ramadan, decided that the appropriate reaction to someone saying they stood with Israel was frothing, inchoate anger - with the functional president of a university running around to faculty and staff bragging that they would terminate the heretic. Listening? Never.

Yet even now, years later, Humber still appears unable to leave me alone.

That is what makes this feel so deeply Orwellian.

Immediately after my suspension, faculty and staff began circulating claims that I was some sort of dangerous criminal with a “long history of criminality.” These accusations were false. Completely false. I have screenshots of what was said, I know who said it, and I have sworn evidence identifying the individual involved, who identified herself as a Humber staff member.

These statements were being spread before I was even informed of formal allegations against me.

People were openly predicting and celebrating my termination before any meaningful process had occurred.

The effect was obvious: isolate me socially, destroy my reputation internally, and ensure colleagues viewed me not as a professor entitled to fairness, but as someone already condemned.

And when I approached Humber Public Safety, asking that the defamation stop — asking that staff members stop spreading false statements portraying me as a criminal — Nancy Deason did not intervene to stop the defamation.

Instead, she threatened me with police involvement and copied Toronto Police divisions on the correspondence. The defamation continued.

Think about that for a moment.

A professor asks an institution to stop staff from spreading false allegations portraying him as a dangerous criminal — and the institutional response is not to stop the defamatory conduct, but to escalate matters by invoking the police.

The message was unmistakable: the institution would protect those spreading false accusations while treating the target of those accusations as the threat.

And here is the truly astonishing part:

After the damage had already been done, after my reputation had been shredded across the institution, Humber itself ultimately acknowledged that the criminal accusations being circulated were untrue.

But by then, the poison had already entered the bloodstream of the workplace.

That is the part outsiders often fail to understand.

The punishment was not confined to an HR process.

It became social.

Institutional.

Psychological.

An entire atmosphere was created around me: dangerous, criminal, hateful, beyond redemption.

And all of this began because I said:

“If you stand with Hamas, you stand with Nazis.”

Now, even after termination, after endless legal threats and institutional warfare, Humber still appears unable to stop monitoring my speech.

The institution never merely wanted compliance.

It wanted submission.

Silence.

Erasure.

Even now, while Humber faces layoffs, buyouts, cancelled programs, and institutional decline, there always seems to be time, money, and administrative energy available for one thing:

Pursuing dissenters. Silence the heretic!

Healthy institutions correct mistakes and move on.

Unhealthy institutions keep hunting the people they have already destroyed.

So, Humber, isn’t this becoming a touch excessive? I understand perfectly well that support for Israel is treated in your milieu as a species of moral contamination, and that fashionable indignation now passes for institutional principle, but there is something deeply creepy about an institution that cannot stop pursuing a man it has already fired, isolated, defamed, and professionally ruined.

At some point the bureaucrat ceases to resemble a neutral administrator and begins to resemble the simmering shopkeeper glaring through the window long after closing time, still nursing some private vendetta.

The stalking is unnerving. The obsession is unhealthy. One begins to wonder whether anyone at Humber remembers that universities are supposed to educate people, not pursue ideological heretics across the internet like minor inquisitors hunting forbidden pamphlets.

In any case, I still stand with Israel, and Hamas are still Nazis — a truth which apparently continues to detonate inside certain administrative minds like a small but persistent pipe bomb. Perhaps Humber Public Safety, together with whichever legal cutpurse or institutional bravo has been retained for the noble task of monitoring dissident Substacks, might redirect its energies toward matters more suited to campus security: broken doors, vandalized washrooms, malfunctioning parking gates, or the small archaeological dig of litter perpetually accumulating across the parking lot.

One would think a public institution had more pressing responsibilities than policing the political opinions of a fired professor who committed the unforgivable offence of refusing to join the approved hysteria.

Below is a letter in which the head security guard threatens me over social media posts. She believes that she, as the head parking security officer, is allowed to control my communications and threatens to sic the police on me.

Of course, the sole point of contact never responded; how clever of her.

The arrogance of this institution and this absurd woman is breathtaking.