Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Grist for the Diploma Mill

For those of you who enjoy seeing academe slagged.

What the university offered, then, became no different from the fare of a television station, a local movie theater, rap concert, or a government bureaucracy: the more the campus devolved into popular life, the less it had to offer anything of rarity or singular beauty—confirming Plato’s pessimism that the radical egalitarian appeal to mass appetites must lead to arts of a lesser and more accessible quality. If half-educated strippers and sex entertainers are deemed street artists or populist philosophers, then they can now be welcomed to campus, exempt from both the charge of sexual exploitation and pornography by reciting anti-American poetry and offering anti-Western quips as they unclothe and fondle themselves before cheering college audiences. A Ward Churchill is the emblem of today’s university provocateur and entertainer, posing as the everyman professor with beads, buckskin, and an automatic rifle, enhanced and protected by bogus credentials and a faked identity.

I recuse myself from all comment in such cases. I am far out of the shadow of the ivory tower and have a great antipathy for it, based on prejudice and experience. The schadenfreude I feel in reading passages where it is roundly dissed tells me I am a poor judge of the quality of the criticism.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Gray Cows

Russell Jacoby reviews Western academe's modern trend toward rigorously dulling every knife in the human mental drawer.

The new devotion to complexity gives carte blanche to even the most trivial scholarly enterprise. Any factoid can "complicate" our interpretation. The fashion elevates confusion from a transitional stage into an end goal. We celebrate the fact that everything can be "problematized." We rejoice in discarding "binary" approaches. We applaud ourselves for recognizing — once again — that everything varies by circumstances. We revel in complexity. To be sure, few claim that the truth is simple or singular, but we have moved far from believing that truth can be set out at all with any caution and clarity. We seem to believe that truth and falsehood is a discredited binary opposite. It varies according to time and place. "It depends," answer my students to virtually every question I ask. That notion permeates campus life.

At the same time, without acknowledging it, he illustrates the reason this sort of thinking, no matter how deeply injected into the student brain, drains out of him with every step he takes away from the auditorium stage on graduation day:

To defend binary thinking is to invite opprobrium. It is true that fixed oppositions between good and evil or male and female and a host of other contraries cannot be upheld, but this hardly means that binary logic is itself idiotic. Binary logic structures the very computers on which most attacks on binary logic are composed. Some binary distinctions are worth recognizing, if not celebrating: the distinction, let us say, between pregnant and not pregnant, or between life and death. Others are at least worth noticing — for example, that between a red and a green light. You either have $3.75 for a latte or you do not. Can that be "complicated"?

Academe will have to wrestle its way out of the intellectual chained box it has locked itself into. In spite of those who go directly from classroom seats to lectern positions and never breathe the free air and, in the end, don't want it.

My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are:--even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.


Meanwhile, real life goes on.

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Faustian Bargain?

[posted by Callimachus]

Heather Mac Donald is mighty down on Drew Gilpin Faust as Harvard's new president, saying her hiring "openly signaled that Harvard will now be the leader in politically correct victimology."

But she bases this on things other women said and did at symposia and institutes that Faust oversaw. Well, if you want to knock out every academic who ever had her name atop a program where someone said something controversial, that will be a quick game.

I've read a lot of Faust's work, and I rather expected her to draw fire from the other side of the political spectrum, when postmodernist English departments, victimology fetishists, and "Lost Causer" witch-hunters realized she made a career, in part, out of seeing white ante-bellum Southern slaveholders as real, complex human beings, not straw people stuffed with racist evil.

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Monday, November 13, 2006

David Horowitz

[posted by Callimachus]

David Horowitz is the bête noire of faculty lounges across American academe. He's the leftie-turned-rightie who has made campus bias his pet cause.

It's undeniably true that campus faculties swing far to the left of the rest of America. It's also certainly true that in some few cases, in humanities classes, those professors will abuse their power and grade students based on their politics or ideology, not on their academic work. Or that the majority mentality will, intentionally or not, reinforce itself by withholding tenure from worthy dissenters.

This ought not to happen. But overall, I'm not concerned the universities are churning out armies of ideological myrmidions. College ought to be a time for testing ideologies like the Wright brothers tested gliders. You learn what doesn't work by trying it out. And any man who never changes the views he had as an undergraduate is an idiot. Campus Democrats, matured and sobered by a few years of real-world, make the best Republicans.

My trouble with Horowitz, however, is the same problem I have with ACLU, or Americans United for Separation of Church and State or SLPC. While I generally agree with their broadly stated goals, I find their actual work too much devoted to pumping up lurid cases of abuse, without much fact-checking.

Worse, they tend to pounce on little local disputes or disagreements and, rather than gently urging the small town to work out its manger scene flap quietly and amicably, insert lawyers and Klieg lights and restraining orders and walk away six months later with another showcase story for their next fund-raising newsletter. But they leave behind a community that will be split for a generation and a half by bitterness, felt persecution, and throbbing civic wounds that could have been avoided. I've watched that happen.

I understand the need to keep raising money. But too often it seems that's become the point of the organization. I understand that, too, but I don't condone it. Horowitz also is too quick, in my view, to flourish the heavy club of conservative-dominated state legislatures against the liberal eggheads of academe. And I'm not sure a line can safely be drawn between protecting an ideological minority of students and restricting the speech of the majority.

But here Horowitz makes some intriguing points about his cause, which centers on his "academic bill of rights," a toothless but well-meaning document "aimed at extending traditional academic-freedom protections to students and restoring objectivity and fairness to classrooms." He wanted universities to adopt it as a show of good faith.

What separated him from any random crank out there was not access to media. It wasn't a big staff or a war chest of millions or special-interest logrolling. Horowitz says part of what has made him a hot topic on campuses and helped give him at least one success (Temple University adopted a student bill of rights) was "my opponents' tactics."

Rather than ignoring him or engaging him, professional academic groups denounced him as a worse-than-McCarthy, a Hitler, a Stalin, a Big Brother. "Although unintended, the extravagance of such claims ensured that my campaign would get national attention."

Suppose my opponents had focused the argument instead on modifying points in my bill to suit the distinct needs of academic institutions. If universities had stepped forward to accept those modified reforms, what legislator would have been willing to propose redundant legislation? Who would have cared about my campaign?

The second problem that my opponents created for themselves lay in the extreme nature of their claims. My assertion — hardly mine alone — that the university environment is heavily skewed to the political left should have been uncontroversial. If it had been received as such by my opponents, the discussion would then have focused on whether the disparity mattered, and what, if anything, should be done.

Instead, my opponents forced me to prove the obvious. My study — which I admitted was a crude survey of the party registration of faculty members at 32 elite universities — was challenged. The challenge inspired more studies, this time conducted by social scientists like Daniel B. Klein, associate professor of economics at Santa Clara University, that were methodologically sophisticated and took in much larger samples. The result? We now have an empirically sound picture of just how one-sided university faculties have become.

My opponents' third problem has been the absurdity of their charges. I have never called for the firing of liberal professors; I am not seeking political control over personnel decisions or the curriculum; I am not concerned about protecting students from exposure to the liberal biases of professors; and I have not invented faculty abuses of students so as to make a nonexistent case. (There is a difference, need I point out, between repeating a student's claim, which when challenged could not be substantiated, as happened in one incident in Pennsylvania, and attempting to deliberately deceive people that such problems exist.)

In short, my critics' attacks, instead of killing my campaign, have lent it credibility — at least among those serious enough to weigh the facts and arguments for themselves.

Well, I have a problem with the case he elides over in that third point: Being the underdog is no excuse for repeating claims before you make the effort to substantiate them.

But the larger picture he paints does raise an interesting dilemma for anyone -- right, left, or center. When the conflict is between an establishment and a crank, and both sides cry wolf, the crank wins. Because while the public may perceive both as hysterical, the obviously weaker side now has validation that the establishment is loony and vindictive.

Horowitz, meanwhile, is taking his lance and mount off to tilt at an even bigger windmill: "Academic standards in fields where political agendas instead of scholarly values have come to shape curricula."

Politically corrupted academic standards are an issue, and everybody knows it. How else, for example, could Ward Churchill be elevated to a position of prominence as a full professor and chairman of the ethnic-studies department at a major research university like the University of Colorado at Boulder?

This is no small problem. At the University of Wisconsin at Madison, a lecturer whose expertise is African languages and literature is teaching conspiracy theories in an introductory course on Islam about September 11, when a scientific understanding of what happened that day must rely on expertise in metals and fuels. Public outcry in Wisconsin over the appointment, which administrators are defending on the grounds of free speech, has already damaged the university. What about professional speech? What about the scholarly expertise that is supposed to underlie academic privilege and tenure?

Good cause. But good luck. The problem isn't just an ideological or political one. Professors of all stripes, and their students, have a tendency to forget that the title "professor" has an "of" attached to it. And that a professor of French history might be brilliant and authoritative within his discipline and be stump-ignorant of the discipline that has its offices one floor down. He might know less about it than the janitor does.

In my work on etymology, I can't count the number of e-mails I've gotten from people pouncing on me for being "wrong" because "my sociology professor" told him or her that the origin of some word or expression was something other than what I discovered by reading the works of the professional linguists.

Usually the professor's version is some sort of linguistic urban legend easily exploded by the most basic academic inquiry (Is there any textual evidence for that term used in that way? Do the dates match up? Are the proposed sound changes consistent with any historical pattern of the language?) But it has to be right, because a professor said so!

Again, I'll count on enduring human common sense to weave scar tissue over whatever damage is done in colleges.

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Monday, April 25, 2005

Zing

Students at Middlebury College evidently can take "a class on climate change and activism." I wonder if that's considered a "gut" course? At Dickinson in the '80s we had Astronomy 101 ("Stars for Studs;" I was a T.A.) and Geology 101 ("Rocks for Jocks"). Is this the environmental equivalent? "Stumps for Chumps?"

Well, if it is, the students just got more education than they bargained for. As part of the class, they designed a "Flat Earth Award" for global-warming naysayers. Gee, somehow I didn't think it required a $160,000 liberal arts education to do something like that. The winner was Dr. Fred Singer.

Singer did not shrivel up in horror when righteous youth shone its searing light of truth on him. He leaped up to accept the award. He even wrote an acceptance speech.

It reads, in part:

As you undoubtedly realize, there is no consensus within the scientific community about global warming. And even if there were such a consensus, this is not how science progresses.

Remember: There was once a consensus that the sun revolves about the earth, that humans could not travel faster than 25 m.p.h., that manned flight was technically impossible, and that rockets could not operate in the vacuum of space.

What matters are facts based on actual observations. And as long as weather satellites show that the atmosphere is not warming, I cannot put much faith into theoretical computer models that claim to represent the atmosphere but contradict what the atmosphere tells us. A computer model is only as good as the assumptions fed into it.

I hope that this does not come as too much of a shock for you. As for the claimed consensus - as published by Naomi Oreskes in the Dec. 3, 2004, issue of Science: A colleague of mine completed an audit of the material used by Professor Oreskes but did not duplicate her result. I expect that her paper will be withdrawn. You may want to drop the link to her article on your website.


He also points out that, contra Middlebury, he continues to publish in peer-reviewed journals, his work is not industry-funded, and he does not deny the principle of global warming. He says the greenhouse effect is real; he just says its effects are not as great as some other scientists say. "There is a discrepancy between what we expect from theory and the facts, and we need to explain that. That's what we're all working on."

All of which, I'm sure, is more education than the Middleburyites bargained for, even at $40,000 a year. But attempts to apply ivory tower dogmas to real-world situations, or enforce campus speech codes off-campus, often turn into teachable moments. Just remember what happened to Greenpeace protesters last year when they decided to storm London's International Petroleum Exchange and close down trading for the day. The Greenpeace team ran onto the trading floor, according to the London Times, "blowing whistles and sounding fog horns, encountering little resistance from security guards. Rape alarms were tied to helium balloons to float to the ceiling and create noise out of reach."

But London traders seem to be young, tough, and have a soccer fan streak, and they don't suffer such foolishness lightly. They set upon the trespassers at once and "literally kicked them on to the pavement." One of the Greenpeacers complained, "I've never seen anyone less amenable to listening to our point of view."

One trader, as his mates tossed a protester bodily out of the building and onto the sidewalk, dismissed him with the immortal phrase, "Sod off, Swampy!"

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