Leaving the Blight of Higher Education: Part II – Farewell, Faculty

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The previous essay to this one dealt with the moral decline of the student body in higher education – one of the motives behind my recent retirement after three decades of teaching college English.  When I began my association with Upstate Consolation University (I call it that out of courtesy – see Part I for an explanation), most of the English faculty members, including the chair who hired me, had earned their doctorates in the late 1970s.  They were oleaginous liberals, naturally, but they were also ladies and gentlemen of actual education and considerable high literacy who took it for granted that the purpose of a literature program was to bring to life in students the Intuition of Form or Imagination about which George Santayana writes in his Sense of Beauty (1896), a book already cited in Part I.  According to Santayana, “Imagination… generates as well as abstracts; it observes, combines, and cancels; but it also dreams.”  Imagination, Santayana writes, involves spontaneity; it strives towards “the supremely beautiful.” As the Old Guard went into retirement a cohort of new assistant professors filled up the department’s allotted tenure-track lines.  The new phase of aggressive Affirmative-Action recruitment insured that this replacement-generation of instructors, overwhelmingly female, differed starkly in character from its precursor-generation.  The new hires came to the institution from the politically radicalized graduate programs of the state universities.

Whereas the Old Guard corresponded to a literary-generalist or dilettante model – terms that I use in a wholly positive way – the arrivistes brought with them only their narrow specialisms, as encrusted in their conformist political dogmas.  Mention Santayana to the Old Guard and chances were good that any given one of them would be familiar with the drift, at least, of the philosopher’s work.  Mentioning Santayana to an arriviste produces a blank stare.

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Richard Weaver’s notion of “Presentism” makes itself relevant to the discussion.  By “Presentism” Weaver intends a mental restriction that has steadily eroded the modern, liberal view of reality.  This mental restriction, as he puts it in his Visions of Order (1964), manifests itself primarily in a “decay of memory.”  Weaver writes, “Wherever we look in the ‘progressive’ world we find encouragements not to remember.”  Today it is not an “encouragement,” but rather a demand not to remember, as the profligate monument-defacement and statue-toppling of the times so savagely demonstrate.  The anti-historical dementia has fully infiltrated graduate studies and through them has colonized the literary branches of higher education.  The unending pageant of neologisms and slogans that now makes up “literary studies” illustrates this anti-developmental development.

The Young Guard of current academia bedecks its office-doors with posters and bumper-stickers in a perpetual spiral of moral one-up-man-ship.  This moral certitude poisonously inveigles everything that novice college instructors undertake.  I once overheard a conversation between two Young Guards, both of them female, in the departmental commons.  One of them was taking over a course relinquished to her by a retiring Old Guard, a senior-year seminar on Theories of Language.  One of the earliest theories of language occurs in Plato’s Cratylus, which the previous instructor had listed as required reading, and likewise essays by Gottfried Herder, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, and Max Müller.  “I had to replace them all,” the young woman sighed to her conversational partner; “they were so old.”  Yes, Plato’s Cratylus is old – so much past its shelf-life that it is probably dead, like me.  So she swapped out the historically informed reading-list for a jejune textbook-anthology.

The professorette had likely never read the Cratylus, or Herder, or Rousseau, or Müller.  She knew Chaucer, but only through the lens of political correctness; and she touted the feminist and race-conscious deconstructions of The Canterbury Tales.  In respect of her general ignorance the newly minted instructor of Middle English resembled her bookless students, at whom academic publishers aim textbook-anthologies, with their compendia of short excerpts and mini-articles, none of which appeared in print before 2015, and each of which promotes the race-class-gender interpretation of everything.  The Young Guard generally replaces traditional literature with contemporary fiction, just as it replaces thinking with sloganeering.

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Where newbies cannot replace the traditional with the contemporary, they lard on “the latest theory.”  This predilection varies only slightly from the tactic of hyping the latest model in automobile salesmanship.  Only a Neanderthaler would drive last year’s model or read the Cratylus.  It is imperative to be up to date.  Mandatory up-to-date-ness, precisely as Weaver asserts, finds memory, which recalls the past, annoying.  Because memory operates as a basis of consciousness its exclusion amounts to a diminution of consciousness, a type of voluntarily embraced amnesia.  Weaver wonders “whether there is not some element of suicidal mood” in the presentist concentration on itself, “or at least an element of self-hatred.”  He speculates that the presentist might react to the past as though it were a “reproach.”  Weaver’s analysis explains a great deal.

The Young Guard brings other traits.  The department once housed me in an office-suite next door to one of the new hires – a female Affirmative-Action selectee concerning whom a senior colleague confided, “Her promotion to tenure is a foregone conclusion.”  It became evident that being the workplace-neighbor to Lady Entitlement would try anyone sorely.  She trailed after her a gaggle of undergraduate-groupies with whom she carried on loud conversations, while leaving her office door wide open.  The badinage veered into the crass and vulgar, the loud-mouth instructor and her entourage using the f-word constantly.  The same badinage revealed itself as resentment-oriented and self-absorbed.  When after weeks of distraction I sent a polite email asking that the perpetrator at least shut her door, I received an immediate reply of several thousand self-justifying words, the gist of which was, “go f—k yourself.”  The then-chair acceded to my request that he should relocate me, but he never disciplined the foul-mouthed intrusion on communal ear-space.

Another female hire also constantly employed the f-word in casual conversation, but more than that she inserted it regularly into her classroom lectures.  She belonged to the Film Studies Program that the department, desperately wanting to increase its attractiveness, had imposed on itself.  She screened movies in her classroom to a running commentary.  Every five minutes or so, she would pause, tilt her head, and ask rhetorically, “What the f—k?”  She uttered the phrase in a studied way, prolonging the vowel in the last word, as if it were the acme of rhetorical wit.  The department eventually elected her as chair.

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In The Culture of Narcissism (1979), Christopher Lasch links adult functional illiteracy to the persistence of infantile self-adulation beyond childhood.  One usually thinks of self-conceit under the idea of ego-obesity, but as Lasch and many others have observed, the narcissist suffers, not from an enlarged ego, but from an embarrassingly stunted ego, which looks for ways to conceal from itself knowledge of its limitations.  The narcissist stands “imprisoned in his pseudo-awareness of himself,” as Lasch writes.  The narcissist will, in Lasch’s words, “gladly take refuge in an idée fixe, a neurotic compulsion, [or] a ‘magnificent obsession’ – anything to get his mind off his own mind.”  The contemporary university has structured itself around a narcissistic principle.  Affirmative Action would thus endow on the meritless the same status as the meritorious, so that underachievers might see themselves as receiving the same “just deserts” as achievers.

In order to function, Affirmative Action must, in effect, penalize achievers, some of whom get pushed aside arbitrarily in the admissions process or, surviving that, have their grades devalued by inflation and their instruction diminished by the curricular dumbing-down.  The affirmative principle invokes as its justification the feel-good motif.  The affirmative principle therefore elevates sentiment, pure emotional subjectivity, over objectively measured competence.  Students would rather watch a movie than read a book, not least because reading a book taxes their ability.  The instructor wants glowing student-evaluations at the end of the semester.  She eschews books and repeats a piece of mouthy vileness popular among students, “What the f—k?” She congratulates herself when they applaud, which they do.  Everything is cool.

Except that everything is not cool.  Programs like Film Studies and Creative Writing carry the same inflated price-tag as Physics and Police Science, but they offer no return on the investment.  Affirmative Action entangles itself Gordian-knot-wise with the stupefaction of the curriculum and the dissolution of standards.  Film Studies and Creative Writing attract horde-like enrollments.  The upshot of Film Studies is producing a three-minute video-clip as one’s capstone assignment; of Creative Writing – publishing a one-and-a-half-page story in The Consolation Review.  In both cases actual higher education shrinks away.  In both cases the institution defrauds its clientele.  Students – say rather their parents or their lenders – pay.  The college, through its faculties, flatters and deceives.

That last statement should be linked to an earlier statement.  Santayana believed that the study of grammar and poetry formed the person at a higher level.  Higher education as classically conceived proposed the attunement of the individual to the cosmic hierarchy, or what Arthur Lovejoy, in a famous study, called The Great Chain of Being.  It sounds grandiose only because, over the last century, a strain of nihilism has relentlessly defamed any Western notion of an elevated view.  Lacking that view, however, institutions once accountable now promote into supervisory stations people whose public face consists in the look-at-me exercise of eighth-grade verbal scurrility.

The contemporary university, for which Upstate provides a specimen instance, forms nothing. Like the crushing backpack (see Part I), it deforms: It stunts, connives, deprives, confuses, and misleads; it rallies neurosis, corrupts language, lifts incompetence into rank, scorns merit, and pats envy on the back, all the while enriching itself by charging extortionate fees for its systematic malpractice.  A Platonizing Neanderthaler who reads George Santayana and Arthur Lovejoy and takes them seriously, I have remarked my anomalous presence in the marshlands of the contemporary academy for quite some time.  As long ago as 1996, then living in Michigan and teaching in a significance-blighted region of that state as far away from any cultural activity as it was possible to be, I published my report on Declining Standards at Michigan Public Universities, courtesy of the Mackinac Center for Public Policy.

The research for Declining Standards uncovered the fact that Michigan businesses, hiring wave after wave of newly minted baccalaureates from the state institutions of higher education, had to remediate their new employees in such basics as written expression and the fundamentals of arithmetic – out of their own pockets to the extent of tens of millions of dollars a year.  Little has changed in a quarter of a century, except that the state college and university system is more than ever a criminal shuffle and a savage trespass into the heart of civilization.

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16 thoughts on “Leaving the Blight of Higher Education: Part II – Farewell, Faculty

  1. I should find this essay depressing, but instead I found it oddly comforting. Our adversaries come off looking less intellectually formidable than I usually take them to be.

    • We find ourselves in a Swiftian situation where the institutions that were originally established to cultivate intellectual character among the meritoriously youthful are now controlled by fanatical ignoramuses, many of whom are not even potentially intelligent. In a Culture of Narcissism (to borrow Christopher Lasch’s phrase) such people, dimly suspecting their defectiveness, will take extraordinary measures to conceal it from themselves. Among other things, they will purge the institution that they control of anyone against whom they might be compared to their disadvantage. This purge affects faculty and administration, but also the student body. Upstate Consolation University this year accepted eighty-seven per cent of applications to attend. The university president justified this inundation of mediocrity by claiming that it would create on campus “a nucleus of vibrant activists.” So, yes, these people are “less intellectually formidable than [one] usually take[s] them to be,” but they are in control.

      • I would say higher education is controlled by fashionable bureaucrats. The fashionable part is important, since it ensures that every policy is colored by the enthusiasms of the moment, but Weberian bureaucratization is the informing spirit of university administration. And Weberian bureaucratization ensured that means will become paramount and ends will be ignored. This is the heart of Jerry Pournelle’s Iron Law of Bureaucracy. Every institution will in time be dominated by people who are loyal to the institution rather than to the original and ostensible purpose of the institution.

        Admitting eighty-seven percent of applicants and inviting the young vagabonds to spend four years in vibrant activism is both fashionable and bureaucratic. It allows the UCU Pres. to sound radical while expanding the institution. The Pres. can pull up spreadsheets to show that the institution is growing, and therefore succeeding. Campus security has three new helicopters, the Student Health Center has distributed 6,000 more condoms, soda pop sales in the Student Union are up by thirty-four percent.

  2. Fun graphics. I see that the opening cartoon is from 1995. What has changed in 26 years? The angriest and most obnoxious “lady” now carries a Y chromosome. I find this an actual improvement from feminism back then. In fact, the current madness seems to have caused some reconsideration within the coven. They’re thinking over their commitments, reflecting on their environmental ideas, and asking themselves, “Maybe it wasn’t wise to attack Gaia’s presence in the human community, either.” For the first time in my life, I have developed some sympathy for the concerns of the maniacal menstruafactrices. Tonight, for instance, Tucker had Naomi Wolf on as a guest, and I actually found myself in enthusiastic agreement. What a bizarre world we have.

    • “Fun graphics.” Thank you. It’s not hard to collect these images through a Google-search. And, indeed, some of the images are “vintage.” What this tells us, however, is that the situation has been creeping up on us for a long time. The time for reaction was long ago.

      Naomi Wolf was formerly in accord with much of what has infiltrated and corrupted our institutions. I suppose that her conversion to Constitutionalism is a boon, but what about her contribution to the mess?

  3. The following was posted on a forum last night by an English student at an English university, asking if anyone knew what “Hierarchy of genre” was.

    Quoting “Old Harry’s Game”, I’d say this is “pass-me-the-spew-bucket” revolting.
    Or how to rot the mind of students and brainwash them with lies.
    (you have to open the link onto a new page to see the list of questions required for a paper on Shakespeare).
    Those people are insane, please bring back asylums

    • Whatever “Hierarchy of Genre” might be, it has “hierarchy” in it, so it must be bad. Turn it upside down immediately because that will de-hierarchize it. (Yeah — right.)

      We have established asylums aplenty. What we desperately need are establishments for the sane.

      • I argue against “hierarchy of genre” when I argue that a blog post should have the same value as an article in Nature. Of course, when I argue that a blog post should have the same value as an article in Nature, I really mean that it should have greater value. No one opposes hierarchy as such, only the present hierarchy, and then only if one is pretty near the bottom.

  4. @JMSmith. In my judgment, The Orthosphere is richer than, say, Chronicles magazine and it gallops abreast of First Things.

  5. Important. What you said, this:

    “The contemporary university, for which Upstate provides a specimen instance, forms nothing. Like the crushing backpack (see Part I), it deforms: It stunts, connives, deprives, confuses, and misleads; it rallies neurosis, corrupts language, lifts incompetence into rank, scorns merit, and pats envy on the back, all the while enriching itself by charging extortionate fees for its systematic malpractice. A Platonizing Neanderthaler who reads George Santayana and Arthur Lovejoy and takes them seriously, I have remarked my anomalous presence in the marshlands of the contemporary academy for quite some time.”

    Above could serve as opening remark when you are invited back to give the commencement speech to Upstate graduates after their future reformation. Providing the student body does not go into full-fledged 2017 Evergreen State College (of Bret Weinstein fame) trained Marxist shout-down the oppressor mode.

    Regarding Plato’s physical Academy in Athens – the Neanderthal Roman Dictator Sulla tore it down 1st century BC. The area is a public park today containing ruins.

    The ruin image is metaphorical of what the outcome of the Left’s philosophical Deconstruction project against Western civilization would be if good people let it happen, which they won’t. There are those that build things of value and those resentful that seek to tear them down.


    Another ruin metaphor (or very accurate forecast of the likely outcome based on analysis of data then available) was-is Christ’s prophecy of the Jerusalem Temple’s destruction in Matthew 24:2 “Do you see all these things?” he asked. “Truly I tell you, not one stone here will be left on another; every one will be thrown down (Mt. 24:2).”

    The remarkable prescience of Christ’s prediction was memorialized by Rome in the Arch of Titus.

    “The Arch of Titus is a 2,000-year-old monument that sits in the heart of ancient Rome, between the Roman Forum and the Colosseum, and is visited by millions of curious, selfie-taking tourists each year. Built in 81 C.E., it deifies the emperor Titus, who was recently deceased at the time of its construction, and celebrates his victory over Judea ten years earlier.”

    “Most famously, one of its panels depicts a triumphal procession of Roman soldiers proudly parading their spoils from the capture of Jerusalem. These include the vessels they stole from the Jerusalem Temple, and perhaps most famously, the golden menorah. Titus, the man that this arch honors, led the Roman siege of Jerusalem in 68-70 C.E. that culminated in the destruction of the Temple, the enslavement and murder of hundreds of thousands of Jews, and the gradual end of communal Jewish life in the land of Israel, our indigenous home.”

    Not unsurprisingly, some want the Arch of Titus torn down:

    The Arch of Titus must come down
    Michael Weiner

    If we tear visual historic hot-button cultural references down, we risk dooming the next generation to repeat the assignment through more painful experience. Out of sight, out of mind. In which case we may all one day be asked – is it true that we get what we deserve?

    Congratulations on your retirement. Thank you and Orthosphere contributors for attempting to build up the academy edifice, and thus prevent it from becoming a ruin.

    • My dear Quinn. — Your comment is a rich contribution to the thread. Thank you.

      I wonder how the Wokesters would fall out in regard to the Battle of the Teutoburger Wald. Would they take the side of the Romans, rejecting the Germanic tribes because what else could they be except Proto-Nazis; or would they come down hard on Roman Imperialism? (Of course, no Wokester has ever heard of the Battle of the Teutoburger Wald.)

    • There are very few real colleges and universities left. Send your children to trade school. Prepare them to be self-supporting when they graduate. Hire a private tutor to give them an education in the humanities. Or simply look up a list a great books, select twenty, and read them with your children before they go on to higher education.

  6. Thank you for your response, professor! It does seem strange that I’m packing $ into a 529, while simultaneously realizing I don’t trust universities to educate my children.


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