How Do You Manage? Case Study: Insecurity
By Michael Rogers -- Library Journal, 09/01/2007
Marie Grieco, librarian at Ulster College, was having a bad day. The knots in her stomach were slowly untying from an ugly morning incident involving several students when she and coworker Cindy Trainer had been called into the office of Dean Bill Hanrahan.
“I just received a very disturbing call from the dean of students,” Hanrahan said. “Two undergrads visited her office and lodged a complaint against the library. They said they were accosted and verbally abused by another student here this morning and that no one tried to intervene. They said everyone just stood there watching while this other student fired one racial epithet and four-letter word after another at them. Can you tell me what happened? I was away this morning and just got here.”
“Well,” Grieco began nervously, “we were helping several students when we heard shouting coming from the computer area. It happens every so often, and usually it's just a couple of kids horsing around and it's over in a few minutes. But this wasn't fun shouting—this was angry shouting. It took a minute to finish what we were doing; then we went back to see what was happening.
“When we got back there, we saw a male student screaming at two female students. He was calling them the F-word and the N-word and things I never even heard of,” Grieco said.
“Were the two female students screaming back?” Hanrahan asked.
“No,” Trainer said. “They seemed just as scared and shocked as we were.”
“So what did you do?” Hanrahan said.
“I didn't really know what to do,” Grieco said. “You should have seen this kid. He was screaming like a madman. He looked like he wanted to kill somebody. I was afraid he might attack these girls the way he was acting.”
“I ran to call security,” Trainer said.
“The guy looked up at me, grabbed his bag, and stormed out. He was gone by the time security showed up.”
“Did you say anything to him or try to stop him?” Hanrahan said.
“I was scared out of my mind. After Virginia, you think I'm going to get in some crazy kid's face? How was I supposed to know if he had a gun or a knife or something? I'm a librarian, not Dirty Harry.”
“What did the female students do? Hanrahan asked.
“They were pretty shaken,” Grieco said. “One was crying, but the other one looked angry. I told them to wait until security came, but the angry one told the crying one they should leave.”
“Did you at least ask what happened?” said the dean.
“No. I was waiting for security. I asked if they were okay. It was over, and I was still shaking. It was scary, but nothing really happened. No one was hurt; the guy just yelled. I wanted them to wait for the campus police, but they wouldn't do it.”
“You could have at least gotten their names,” Hanrahan said, angry himself now.
“That's security's job. Why don't we have a guard assigned to the library at all times? Next to the gym, it's the largest building on campus, and we should have a guard. Maybe I should have asked the girls' names, but I was scared out of my wits. If the kid had a gun, the janitors would be scrubbing my brains off the wall right now. Why am I being grilled? It's not my job to keep students safe.”
“I know that, but the students complained that the library staff didn't do anything when they were being accosted, and they're screaming about lawyers and that we're all racists. You know how bad that is,” Hanrahan said, frustrated. “I know it's not your fault, but this thing is going to cause a big mess.”
“That's not my problem,” Grieco said. “Maybe I should be talking to a lawyer myself.”
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