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This I Believe

5/28/2019

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I believe in civilization. More specifically, I believe in the power of human beings, organized together along ideological lines and agreeing to a social compact with one another for the betterment of all. More simply, I believe in the gathering of folks to make each person’s life better because of that gathering. Call it community if you prefer, but that word never seemed large enough for me.

Civilization brings us everything we hold dear--science, culture, craft, exploration, education. Human beings do not need to struggle alone with civilization. In fact, compared to other animals, we are woefully underprepared to survive in a world red with tooth and claw. Only in banding together, in developing a civilization, can we hope to thrive.

Civilization advances. That is a hallmark of the idea--it grows, it learns, it becomes more than what it was. We usually think of this in terms of scientific advancements (a term so common as to become trite--can you think of a scientific regression?) and technological achievements, and those are indeed one form of progress. But civilization also advances socially and morally. We develop new and better ways to treat one another, new and better ways to think about the human condition. We look back on an earlier ethos and decide it is no longer valid--or indeed, it never was valid. Slavery, for example. Yes, civilization practiced slavery for countless thousands of years, but we advanced. We are on the verge of eliminating it from the face of the earth entirely. We have faith that in civilization, we will move ever forward. To paraphrase Theodore Parker (who was himself paraphrased by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.): “the arc of civilization is long, but it bends towards justice.” There is no justice in nature, or in barbarism, or savagery. Justice is a term wholly born of and nurtured by civilization.

American education, for all its faults, is an endeavor of civilization that should be praised in the same breath as the scientific revolution, and the Enlightenment. We have, however imperfectly, set out to educate each and every person in the nation to a level that just a century ago would have been unthinkable, and which a millenia ago was impossible. Even the meanest American public school sixth-grader knows more about mathematics, weather, science, history, language or any other subject than what we would have called a highly educated person from five hundred years ago in Europe. Just the idea--to educate each and every person in the nation--is such a grand one that we can hardly state how unusual it is. In history, this has never been done. It has never even been attempted in many parts of the world. But as civilization advances, so does education. When we think of a civilized nation, we think of its educational system.

I believe in civilization. I believe in the collective power of humanity to uplift each individual. We stand on the shoulders of giants, and in turn, we hoist others to stand on our shoulders to reach the stars.

Be seeing you!


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Letter to an AP Student

5/17/2019

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Hello there, Student!

Our time together is coming to a close, which is both regrettable and yet as it should be. Growth is change, so it’s about time you took your leave of me and our classroom and moved on to yet more challenging endeavors.

About a year ago, you faced a decision. Would you elect to enroll in this Advanced Placement Language and Composition class and thus challenge yourself, or would you remain in the relatively safer course of American Literature? You all chose the challenge. I’m sure you had your own reasons, and I’m sure that in some cases, those reasons were not good ones. “My mom made me do it” or “it was an accident” or “my boyfriend was in the class and I can’t bear to be away from him even for a single class period” are examples of poor reasons to take the course.

That includes, “it looks good on a college transcript.” That’s not a good reason, either. It always baffles me that for a generation who proclaims loudly that you don’t care what others think of you, you certainly do act in a way that shows you deeply care what others think of you. I reference the sixteen hundred social media platforms you frequent. But I digress.

No, taking the AP course because you want to boost your transcript is not a good reason to take the course. If you had said, “I want to make sure I can go to a college which will in turn challenge me, and this is the avenue to that challenge,” then fine, I will admit that. But to me, the best reason to take the AP course is rather like the best reason for climbing a mountain, as given by George Mallory.

“Because it’s there.”

What I think Mallory was saying was we embrace challenges not because of what we will get if we win, or because of the result we will achieve. We embrace challenge merely because the challenge exists.

When you were a little boy or girl, did you say to yourself, “I wonder if I can walk home from school just by hopping on one leg?” or “Let’s see if I can jump off the roof holding a beach umbrella and float down” or “How many hot dogs can I fit in my mouth?” or issue similar challenges? Yes, you did. You went out of your way to challenge yourself. Even when none existed, you found ways to challenge yourself. Sure, they might have been foolish and trivial, but doesn’t that encapsulate what childhood should be?

Now you’re approaching adulthood, and the challenges are becoming decidedly less trivial. You might be forgiven for refusing some of them--along with the wisdom of age came a necessary but regrettable caution, which I daresay you often deploy when you don’t need to--but at least one you decided to embrace.

As for me, I can’t think of a better way to spend my days than with all of you. I have and will continue to enjoy this job--though I’d enjoy it a little bit more if you could tear yourselves away from your phones for one damn second. When people ask me what I wanted to be as a young man, I say, “what I am now.” We started the semester with me walking ahead of you, clearing a pathway for you to learn. As the semester went on, you all began to walk alongside me, and we learned together. Now it’s time for me to turn back and gather the next group while you move on ahead, forging your own path.

I am proud of you. You accepted the challenge of the course and of the exam and looked it in the eye. You gathered up your pitons and started the ascent.

You took AP Language because it was a challenge. Some part of you still relishes that. I urge you to nurture that part of you. See if you can jump over the puddle instead of walking around it. Ask the boy you’ve always admired if you can call him sometime. Take challenging courses in school.

Cyrano de Bergerac said, “I am going to be a storm--a flame--I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals--BRING ME GIANTS!”

You’re goddam right. Bring ‘em on!

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Through a Glass, Darkly

5/6/2019

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Yesterday, the President of the United States pushed a message that one of his supporters was himself pushing--that 2 extra years be granted to this President’s term because the first two years had been stolen. It’s true that President Trump misspelled “stolen” (he wrote “stollen”) but that’s not the issue. The issue is how casually brazen this all is.

I am not going to recount how many things President Trump has done or said that are flagrant violations of the Constitution, or of the rule of law, or of longstanding convention. I’m also not going to get into the many, many lies he’s told (reports are that he recently topped 10,000 lies while in office--this milestone was reached on April 29), nor will I expose his blatant, obvious racism.

What this all shows me is how much I, and by extension so many of us, take this thing called the United States of America for granted. And I do mean, “for granted,” as in, “it’s been granted to me and it cannot be taken away.”

All my life as a boy, (then a young man, then a middle-aged man, and now a man straddling the line between middle-aged and flat-out OLD) I grew up believing in America. I don’t mean believing it was a special place to live or that things were good, no matter what little things cropped up to bother us. Much of my youth was a sheltered one--as a middle-class straight cisgendered white male, countless instances of discrimination and systemic maltreatment sailed right past me while I blissfully went about my life. Yes, I had a little red wagon into which I put my puppy dog (and eventually my younger brother as he served as the willing crash test dummy for our increasingly outre science experiments with mass and inertia); I played baseball and watched Saturday morning cartoons and had two loving parents who provided everything I could want. I had no reason to think life was anything other than simple, safe, and fulfilling.

Thus I thought of America. As my mother Gina and my father Jim were my immediate parents, America itself was a sort of third parent--one who provided freedom, security, and fulfillment. Even when I went off to Occidental College, a liberal arts college where a young Barack Obama had previously attended, and I read about the downtrodden in other parts of the world (and even in America) it didn’t feel real. Not in the sense that I didn’t believe it--in the sense that I had no comparable experience. I couldn’t imagine being harassed or denied opportunities or worse yet attacked or killed because of my race, or gender, or orientation. I read books and essays, about it, and even as my eyes were opening to the reality of my own upbringing, I was still not able to see America as anything other than “granted.” Flawed though it may be, I never considered that what America was, or what it could be, would ever change. Yes, I saw the wrinkles in America’s face, but I never thought she could die.

I liken this to the Biblical quote in 1 Corinthians, 12 and part of 13: “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. (13) For now we see through a glass, darkly.”

I can’t say that I can clearly see the end of America. I still can’t bring myself to believe that. But the difference now is that I can conceive it. I’ve seen enough of this President and his New Republicans to know that America is not granted. It is not immutable, or invincible, or even immortal. It can change, it can be conquered, it can die. This idea of Jeffersonian Democracy, the noble experiment in governance, this flame of liberty, is not inextinguishable. There are other paths America could have taken, and other paths she can still take.

Maybe my brothers and sisters in America who didn’t have the privileged upbringing I did, and who did share in the harvest that upbringing when they grew up have always known what I am coming to know, slowly. Maybe they have always seen clearly what I am seeing through a glass, darkly. If so, then perhaps the accidental benefit of this awful realization is that I have grown closer to those whom I have been alienated from due to my privilege.

If America survives, I will cherish that, at least.

Be seeing you!

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