You can draw your own conclusions about Elizabeth Warren and whether she is helping consumer finance or shutting it down. The fact is that I can’t figure out the real facts in this puff piece, so I can’t determine where the truth lies. To be honest, I kind of started gagging after this paragraph, which came right at the beginning:
Among all the dramatis personae of post-financial crisis Washington, there is no one remotely like Ms. Warren, 60, who has divided the town between those who admire her and those who roll their eyes at her. She is an Oklahoma native, a janitor’s daughter, a bankruptcy expert at Harvard Law School and a former Sunday School teacher who cites John Wesley — the co-founder of Methodism and a public health crusader — as an inspiration. She brims with cheer, yet she is such a fearsome interrogator that Bruce Mann, her husband, describes her as a grandmother who can make grown men cry. Back at Harvard, Ms. Warren’s teaching style is ”Socratic with a machine gun,” as one former student put it. In Washington, she grills bankers and Treasury officials just as relentlessly.
As one of her former victims, er, I mean students, I can tell you that people almost certainly fall apart when she grills them because she is incoherent. I’ve seldom had a teacher who was as poor at communicating ideas as was Elizabeth Warren. Getting her to finish a thought or sentence was a nightmarish endeavor. She communicated in elliptical half sentences, anchored by inchoate thoughts. If I was in the hot seat, I would also cry if she was grilling me. You know you’re supposed to say something, but her prose is so impenetrable, you can’t figure out what.
She is a nice lady in ordinary conversation, but I would rank her as one of the worst teachers I ever had. (And if she’s considered one of the better Harvard Law professors, that tells me about as much about Harvard Law as I ever wanted to know.)