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Learning in protest-time

Whatever you think of the recent campus protests, now is a good time to read about old ones.

I used to hear about old protests at Cornell. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” But the way the old protests were talked about, it seemed the best of times, morally speaking. At least it was better than the late 2000s and early 2010s, a period characterized by routine alternations of study and debauchery.

Middle-aged, I now see the obvious rightness of the study-and-debauch routine inside a university. (Well, yes, the routine could do with less debauching.)

“A university is a society for the pursuit of learning,” C. S. Lewis says, echoing many, many other university people since the dawn of (at least) the modern university. This is an obvious truth … or was for a long time.

But, but, the present urgency!

Well, there’s always a present urgency; if nothing else, people need their souls saved. (It’s usually other people, isn’t it?) But that’s not what a university is for. “A university is a society for the pursuit of learning.” So, one (a) leaves the university and does whatever seems urgent, or else (b) stays in the university and pursues learning. No distractions, please.

(The old Cornell protests may actually have been justified since they were about how to pursue learning. This is an important point. Alas, it is not a neglected one. “How learning is moral to pursue” has been trotted out as the concern behind much gratuitous scholarship⁠/activism. The result has been the blending of two endeavors that university people, of all people, should take pains to distinguish.)

I do take issue with Lewis’s second sentence: “As students, you will be expected to make yourselves, or to start making yourselves, into what the Middle Ages called clerks: into philosophers, scientists, scholars, critics, or historians.” Fine, if being a clerk is (a) temporary or (b) lifelong but avocational; but a natural reading of the passage, for us if not for Lewis’s Oxford students, is that it’s a career. The truth is, students are not expected to make themselves into lifelong professional students. Well, some are, but very few.

Lewis (p. 49):
A mole must dig to the glory of God and a cock must crow. We are members of one body, but differentiated members, each with his own vocation. A man’s upbringing, his talents, his circumstances, are usually a tolerable index of his vocation. If our parents have sent us to Oxford, if our country allows us to remain there, this is prima facie evidence that the life which we, at any rate, can best lead to the glory of God at present is the learned life.
Good, good. And if one is so excited by the present urgency that one can’t devote oneself to learning or let others get on with it in peace, that is prima facie evidence that membership in the university isn’t one’s vocation – that one should leave. There is wiggle room, of course. Michael Dummett put aside his Frege for a while to decry racism. He kept on decrying racism the rest of his life. He also wrote about tarot cards. But he did get back to Frege, in a big way.

Pre-gaming

On Sunday I’ll root for the Chiefs, but these Eagles seem terrific, so I’ll probably be entertained no matter who wins. I love it when the Super Bowl is contested by the two one-seeds.

In the 2010s, these Super Bowls were contested by both one-seeds:
  • Eagles and Patriots (good game)
  • Broncos and Panthers (bad game)
  • Patriots and Seahawks (awesome game)
  • Broncos and Seahawks (horror show, but very interesting – the Broncos set passing records while getting blown out)
(The games are in reverse chronological order.)

My inbox has been flooded with articles and videos whose subject is the NFL. Here are some of the best things I’ve looked at.

(1) A video of bizarre uniforms. The Eagles’ throwback uniforms of 2007 – which hearken back to the 1930s – might be the craziest NFL uniforms ever.

(2) Malcolm Butler recalls his great moment in the Patriots’ and Seahawks’ Super Bowl. That game was played in Arizona, in the same venue as this year’s Super Bowl.

(3) This article is about how Arizona was supposed to have hosted the Super Bowl in 1993 but didn’t do so. After that state refused to observe a holiday for MLK Jr., the NFL moved the game to California.

I have more to say about the encroachment of politics upon the sporting world, but I’ll wait until next time.

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What with its pageantry, the Super Bowl tends to get me thinking about war – this year, especially, because of a classic but currently unfashionable essay by William James, “The Moral Equivalent of War.” A pacifist, James concedes that war meets a real need felt by its advocates – a need that pacifists have had trouble acknowledging and which they certainly haven’t addressed in a compelling fashion.

The essay predates WW1. James doesn’t foresee that the martial values that he describes so well – hardiness, communal glory, individual subordination – would decline, or at least fall into some disrepute, as a result of the carnage of the twentieth century. But I think he is right that they are permanent, that they point toward things that are of essential significance for humans.

Toward the end of the essay, James tries to redirect the enduring militaristic impulses. He wants them to be productive, not destructive. He seems to have in mind ventures like the Boy Scouts or the (still-to-come) TVA. He says that he wants people to band together to fight against nature, not each other.

Again, he hasn’t had the benefit of witnessing the destruction of the Aral Sea – or, for that matter, that of the Great Salt Lake.

Nor does he foresee that martial itches would be scratched, at personal remove but with clinical efficiency, by such entities as the modern NFL.

Still, it’s a great essay.

The t-rex

Going to church we drove next to Notre Dame, per usual. It was graduation day. Antiabortionists were gathered in front of the campus to protest against the speaker, Joe Biden. Also present: the t-rex. Mary was very excited. “I never wanted anyone’s autograph,” she said, “but I wish I could have the t-rex’s autograph.”

A strange syllabus

One of my IU tutees brought in this syllabus.
Course title:  
  • Typography I.
Objectives: 
  • To develop an understanding of color theory, color relationships, and color terminology. [Uh, what.]
  • To develop hand and eye skills and technique for mixing and applying paint.
Texts and Materials: 
  • Color: A Workshop Approach by David Hornung.
Assignments: 
  • Various exercises on color theory and relationships.
  • Interpret an image using different color harmony schemes. [WTF.] 
Term Paper: 
  • Write a 10 page paper on a graphic designer/type designer of your choice. [Finally. No more of this color nonsense.]
[Etc., etc.]
I looked up “typography” in the dictionary and on Wikipedia to make sure I wasn’t going insane.

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Last week I was able to stay home in the mornings and work on my epistle, “Toleration at Bethel College.” About 50% of it is written. It’s time to crank up the speed. The trustees will vote on April 23.

April fragments

Alack/alas, only two entries for the month of March.

Also, I’m behind on my reading. My goal each year is to finish twenty-four books from May to April; this year, despite a rapid start, I’m stuck at twelve. As in most years, I’ll resort to reading Young Adult novels and a few very short, weightier works, e.g., A Psychological Study of Typography by Sir Cyril Ludowic Burt (Cambridge Univ. Press, 1959; xix + 57 pp) (requested from a storehouse at IU Bloomington).

That book helped me to decide that Plantin is my favorite font. I’ll use Plantin in my letter to the trustees of Bethel College.

That letter is now a tome.

My spring break at IUSB was two weeks ago. My spring break at the high school will begin on Friday.

The activist

I’m writing a letter to the president and trustees of my old college, trying to persuade them not to fire teachers for refusing to teach (or to believe?) that the Bible contradicts the theory of evolution.

[*Sigh*]

This is my first time doing philosophy and social activism together. It isn’t easy. I’m not permitting myself to indulge these habits:

  • quoting (except from the Bible and the “Position Papers” of the denomination);
  • qualifying nearly every statement (my poor readers would never get through the whole epistle);
  • worrying about the font.

I wasn’t fine-tuned to be an activist.

If any of you fellow alumni are interested in this cause, let me know, and I’ll tell you some more details.

One surprise: my sympathy is growing for the anti-evolutionists. I think they may have a case. I mean, I still think they shouldn’t fire people, but I also think the anti-anti-evolutionsists owe them a concession. (Another reason I’m a lousy activist.)