This is how Camille starts her self-congratulatory piece on her exit from Bob Jones University in 2007. This is how she is going to pat herself on the back and get everyone to praise her for her heroism, dedication, and just plain sainthood. Greg Easton has already written extensively about Camille’s exit from Bob Jones University, and Sally has covered it as well. Therefore we’re not going to re-hash it here. What we are going to do is remind our faithful readers of some common themes in Camille’s bloviated benedictions on herself. These themes come up every time in her writing, and they can be summed up as past persecution, persistent trauma, and present sainthood. And let’s not forget to mention how she does all this in true Drama Queen style. First, the past persecution. Camille starts into her usual dissertation about the heroic stand she took for truth, justice, and the American way, in her own inimitable style. This is a great way to set the stage to talk about being persecuted. Dramatically recount how many years it’s been, drive your reader to wonder what traumatic thing happened to you at that time, and then start off with something very innocent and sweet. It all started with the children, you see. BJU wanted permission to hit my child, and I wouldn’t let them, so they decided to fire me. Nobody could argue with that, after all. But the persecution intensified: More language of persecution: This is all typical Camille-speak, and it goes on for pages and pages in some of her writings. Keep in mind that BJU has never spoken publicly about Camille’s firing, so we are totally at her mercy to hear her explanation of events, and there is never any mention of anything she might have done wrong, no admitting that perhaps even a teensy little part of what happened badly might have been her fault. (Go look at Greg’s blog again.) Think about this for a second. Have you ever been fired from a job? Many of us have at one point or another, whether it was an entry level job flipping burgers at a fast food place or a management job cooking up mergers in a corporate boardroom. And if we’re honest about it, even if the firing was totally unjustified, there are usually things we can learn from the experience, things that we did at the time that seemed right, but in looking back, make us stop and say, “Yes, they were at fault, but I could have done things differently too.” That’s part of maturity, having the wisdom to look back at a situation and being willing to admit that we might not have been perfect. You will find absolutely none of that maturity or introspection in Camille’s many writings about her firing from BJU. Ever. All you will find is her past persecution. Naturally, because Camille was persecuted in the past, she faced persistent trauma. It’s time to bring in the heavy metaphors: Remember what really happened? Good grief, was she in a near-fatal car crash or something? She didn’t suffer a traumatic brain injury; she just got fired. It happens all the time, to lots of people, for lots of reasons. It’s painful, yes, and never a fun experience. But it is not trauma on a level comparable to war veterans with PTSD. It was just a job. And by Camille’s own words, she is better off outside the bubble of the BJU world. So why is she still whining about being forced out of it ten years later? Because she’s a saint, that’s why. And saints who get persecuted and suffer trauma get to tell us how they overcame it all, and we’re supposed to stand around in awe and wonder and wish that we could do it too. Oh, this is rich. St. Camille has healed. She has healed so much from her persecution and trauma that she spends all day every week day, like it’s a full time job, doing nothing but cataloging the supposed continuous wrong doings of BJU. She pulls apart their cafeteria menus, their building maintenance, and their music programs. She posts endlessly about their hiring choices and their chapel speakers. She covers the smallest announcement from their PR department with all the gravitas of a reporter on the presidential beat. And she does it all to help other people. Except there’s no mention of the many, many people she’s hurt. People who have had their reputations slandered, who have been bullied and shamed publicly, who have been threatened with non-existent legal actions, spied on by fake personas and been the subject of cruel memes. She says nothing of the abuse survivors who have had their stories stolen and corrupted, and make no retraction of the lies she has helped to perpetuate about other people, even when those lies were publicly and irrefutably disproven. No, Camille, just goes on her merry little way, posting her faulty “research” and prejudiced opinions, indulging in Tea Party-like conspiracy theories about the might and power of BJU. Even Dan Keller once admitted, sort of, that one of his more heinous actions was “inappropriate,” but Camille has never apologized for anything. Instead, we get one final view of the saint-in-action: Gee, she’s selfless, isn’t she? But in case you’re still not convinced how persecuted and saintly she is: So there you have it. The persecuted, traumatized, but still saintly Camille Lewis, whose god doesn’t seem to have done much for her so far. Camille, if you’re an example of God’s help, then God help us all.