Eating Their Own
It
is hard to avoid a bit of schadenfreude over the latest exercises in
campus-wide petulant left-wing temper tantrums.
Take the University of Missouri, for example, where the President was
recently relieved of his duties. That someone
so committed to the silliness of much of academia – a commitment that is a must
in order to rise to be President of a major university - can be ousted so
quickly over being insufficiently sensitive to the tender sensibilities of a
small, thoroughly left-wing faction of a student body, is sad in many ways, but
its overall effect is humorous. It’s
reminiscent of those committed Communists, who happily sent other
insufficiently pure Communists to Siberian work camps, suddenly finding
themselves on trial for their sins against Communism. You can only feel so sorry when a zealous
prosecutor of imaginary crimes finds himself accused.
I
know nothing of the former President of the University of Missouri, but if he
has anything in common with most other University presidents, he has let an
ever more demanding leftwing constituency become increasingly more powerful
over time. With that power has come an
ever-decreasing sphere for free speech on campus, with speech codes that
essentially make any conservative-leaning utterance a hate crime. The unfortunate reality is that the college
and university system is of value to us today only for its STEM and business
education, where the objective is for the student to learn something
useful. The humanities, on the other
hand, have been hijacked by people who care nothing for imparting wisdom, but
deeply for inculcating their strange narrative of the rampant injustices of
American society on a student-body that lacks the discernment to reject it.
Ponder
the irony of one of the demands of the beleaguered college students – that they
should be able to attend college for free.
The central complaint of the Occupy Wall Street crowd was similar – damn
those banks for expecting to be paid back for student loans. Those demanding free tuition or forgiven debt
find themselves in the unenviable position of obtaining no marketable or useful
knowledge from their degree. What they
have learned is that life is, like, unfair and stuff, and dammit if they are
not the ones to right the wrongs of so many years. And so college-educated people who have
benefitted from taxpayer subsidized below-interest loans, and (often) taxpayer
subsidized tuition, strike the pose of the victim – the Victim! of …. Something
… Anything will do really. Racism, sexism, rape culture, the NRA,
religion, rape culture (you can blame that twice!), cloudy weather, parents who
didn’t care, parents who cared too much, etc.
Doesn’t really matter – in fact, you get points, and possibly tenure
someday, for recognizing some hitherto undiscovered font of injustice. For example, if you were clever enough, you
could have been the inventor of the microaggression, which is all the rage on
campuses where the old fashioned macro-aggressions have long ago largely disappeared.
Lest
you think the heavily government subsidized college student (with parents often
subsidizing the rest of it) is in fact a person of privilege (and not just
white male privilege), consider that all of those kids who went to work straight
out of high school to support themselves have been spared the daily possibility
of microaggressions! When was the last
time a mechanic suffered a microaggression at work? Has Pat Buchanan ever been invited by the
campus fascists to speak at the auto body shop and violate their safe
space? I think not. (In point of fact, your average mechanic
probably suffers microaggressions daily, but fortunately lacks the university
training to know it, otherwise most trips to the car shop would be met with
self-indulgent protests and refusals to work on the part of the mechanics).
Now
if I were a former American Studies major finding myself peddling fair trade
coffee for $10 an hour while dodging calls from the bank for overdue loan
payments, I might ponder to think how did it come to this? Odds are none of them got that initial
student loan package with a rock-bottom interest rate and muttered to
themselves, I’ll get those fascist bankers if it’s the last thing I do. No, they were probably happy to be joining
the parade of friends off to college, more than happy to have someone else foot
a portion of the bill. And now when it
should be clear to them that the sum total of the useful learning culminating
from four years of grievance studies is knowing the difference between a
cappuccino and a latte, who do they blame?
Not the beloved professors! The
banks and the taxpayers who refused to foot the entire bill!
So
let’s say we did let them off the hook – forgive their student loans and refund
whatever portion of their tuition they otherwise paid for. Where does that leave their career
prospects? Right where their revered
professors knew it would – nowhere, but for coming back to school and beginning
the cycle again. It’s a clever con when
you think about it – for four years we take your money in exchange for planting
a bug in your ear that you are a victim of everyone but for your well-meaning
professors, and when you find yourself penniless and going nowhere, your
education has equipped you only with a ready set of all the groups at fault for
your dire straits excluding only yourself and your alma mater.
I
like to think that there are parents of these college protestors who eagerly
await their return over Thanksgiving, so they can smack them upside their heads. (I think of the teenager in Baltimore who was
getting smacked up the side of his head by his Mom for trying to participate in
the Freddie Gray protests last summer.)
Cause I can guarantee you not one of those so engaged in the protest would
be a “non-traditional” student paying their own way. Such students actually demand an education,
and are not seeking to have their delusional megalomania about their vaunted
self-importance validated through the threat of violence or force by the feckless
adults that comprise University administrations. No, this is a dance between students and
administrators where regardless of the outcome the money keeps flowing in from
the parental coffers, the students learn nothing, and the only cost to the
university is the occasional ritual sacrifice of one of its own. These students need an adult to smack them
(metaphorically or otherwise), and there aren’t any on campus.