How did a non-commie survive those dorm days, anyhow?
I could play better guitar than them. By a lot.
The college administrations had not been co-opted into the witch hunts in those days. They were 99.44% liberal, but the admin and the faculty were led by the WWII and Korea generations, of whom most had served a hitch somewhere, somehow. There were no "speech codes"; there was no one to tattle to. Political grading by corrupt profs was almost unheard-of.
There was chatter about politics, and a few "identity studies" courses you could take to protect you from hard grading if you had been admitted for racial or other quota purposes. But there was no homo politics to speak of.
Disciplinary actions weren't for "creating a hostile environment" with your thought patterns. They were for destroying college property or getting into fights after hockey games. The real focus was on grades, girls, IM sports, and beer. In retrospect, a focus on God, grades, sports, and real music would have been preferable. Okay, some beer as well. And girls, if they weren't imported into the dorms.