After a Florida State University coed reported that she’d been raped by the school’s star quarterback, the rape kit wasn’t processed for months. The young woman and her father were met at the hospital by a Tallahassee cop—an FSU grad and fundraiser—who they say cautioned her against pushing the case. “This is a huge football town,” the woman recalled him telling her later. “You really should think long and hard if you want to press charges.”

She went ahead anyway, to a collective yawn from local authorities and college football’s establishment, which subsequently gave the Heisman Trophy to the quarterback and the national championship to FSU.

Such examples, and there are many others, create a cognitive dissonance in university life. We hear stories about the (non-football playing) schlemiel accused of rape months after the fact by a female student convinced by her feminist pals that, no, she didn’t really give consent to her boyfriend in the dorm six months ago when both were drinking. To comply with Obama administration regulations, college presidents have dutifully convened kangaroo courts, drummed students out of school, and invoked sexual consent speech codes that require verbal permission in every step of the mating process.

Tim Wolfe’s misfortune was getting caught in a vise between both these forces. He became the focal point of African-American student leaders angry about hearing racial slurs on campus, of students dismayed by a rumored swastika drawn in human waste in a dorm, of feminists concerned that the administration was insufficiently supportive of Planned Parenthood.