"When a culture is rich enough and
inherently complex enough
to afford redundancy of nurturers, but eliminates them
as an extravagance
or loses their cultural services through heedlessness of
what is being lost,
the consequence is self-inflicted cultural genocide."
Jane Jacobs, "Unwinding Vicious
Spirals,"
from her last book, Dark Age Ahead (2004)
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In
his campaign running for governor in the California 2006
election, Peter Camejo appeared at a bookstore event in
San Francisco early this recent July. Camejo, on the
Green ticket, had been Ralph Nader's running mate in the
2004 presidential election. Speaking in San Francisco,
he still protested the tax reductions and other Bush
years' privileges so disproportionately benefiting
corporate America. Camejo recited statistics on those
corporate benefits, along with his steady incredulity
that so many Americans scarcely begin to know these
things.
In
the Q-&-A that followed, I got the first question. I
asked: if it's true that so many are unable to connect
local lives to America's larger corporate tilt, wouldn't
he key this incapacity to our corporate academe. It's
in our universities, above all, that all learn to fit
specializations. It's there, thanks to academic
departments in their isolations from each other, that
all learn the habits of not making connections
outside. Did he have anything in his newest book also
going into our imaginative fix from corporate academe?
Peter Camejo looked at me a long moment, startled. Then
he admitted he'd never thought about this – had never
written anything about it – but he liked hearing this
point. And promptly he did something he apparently
couldn't help himself from doing. Spurred to thinking
himself of what's wrong with our schools, he volunteered
that too many kids in California have no idea of even
most basic finance – matters that so benefit the rich
who do know. He wanted schools to remedy this by
requiring all kids to pass courses in basic finance. He
added, too, that he would love to see required courses
in environmentalism. Happy with these fixes, he went on
to the next questioner.
I
like Peter Camejo. I'll vote for him. But good as he
is – especially on the ways corporate interests arrange
everything for their own short-term profits – I felt as
let down as Charlie Brown having trusted that this
time Lucy finally, really would hold the ball.
Camejo, however, could not help but respond to a
question on our habits of specialization with but eager
suggestions of his own for specialized additions.
A
couple weeks later, on July 17 and 18, the San
Francisco Chronicle ran a two-part series newly
revealing massive cronyism and pay-offs for top
administrators across the state-wide system of the
California State University. This seemed droll
repetition in view of the fact this same paper had
recently printed a series of stories in previous months
on a similar payoff culture for those atop the parallel
University of California system. A comedy analogy fit:
the CSU administrators, like those at UC, posed in the
same classic, poker face innocence when caught. In both
systems current and retiring administrators were getting
free hundred-thousand-dollar and more extra years'
salaries and other gifts. The CSU system was upping UC
now by awarding departing administrators tenure-track
teaching positions, even those with no teaching
credentials to compete with real professor candidates
who have to face real competition for such sinecures.
But the administrators weren't just feigning innocence:
they actually protested that, in corporate culture, the
top quite normally requires payoffs.
The extents of corporate normalcy in academe came out
even more July 21, when news surfaced that the state's
Board of Regents for the UC system had concluded that
the UC's 60 individuals most recently awarded more than
$1 million in extra compensation could all keep their
freebies. The Regents decided to accept this
administrative largesse because, they said, those
awarded their extra-legal bennies had done nothing wrong
themselves. They'd only accepted their gifts. And for
the UC system's president's office, which had given out
and largely hidden these awards, the Regents decided to
punish no one in any way.
If any of this seems odd, we can go
back to the good depth of tradition where the American
privileged have always shown their frauds in veneers of
gentility. Such comedies go back to the humorists of
Yankee New England and the Old Southwest, who all in
loveliest – and new – American vernacular wit mocked the
pre-Civil War elites. Such scripts go forward to Mark
Twain, needling the same mock proprieties in his pages a
generation and more later. They go into the twentieth
century via the Keystone Cops, Mack Sennett, Harold
Lloyd, Laurel and Hardy, and the Marx Brothers upending
their era's parlor elites – and on to yet more
evolutions of beatniks, hippies, yippies, and more
railing on at the pufferies and frauds predictably ever
in power's genteel guises.
The cycles of corporate theater might
well be comedic today, too, except for how the scripts
most truly propelling our self-privileged powers have
now been exploding all-too-literally in all-too-obvious,
over-the-top violence. In Iraq our inept,
ideologically-driven, and reckless militarism has only
been upping its cycles of death – more than a hundred
deaths every day in an interlocked chaos of insurgency
war, Baghdad civil war, and Arabic-population-wide Sunni
and Shiite sectarian war. And when that could scarcely
be worse, Israel, Lebanon, and Palestinian Gaza
similarly erupted in violence – rounds of rounds of
death and destruction just as in Iraq subsidized by
American taxpayers – by us who pay nothing for peace,
but who give more than $3 billion to Israel every
year for its fighter jets, guided missiles,
tanks, combat bulldozers, and attack helicopters to
enable it to go on seizing ever-more Arab land,
occupying it with ever-more Jewish settlers, building
ever-higher walls for rump pockets of Palestinians
ever-further cut off from their traditional lands and
orchards, which are in turn ever-continuously razed by
the tanks and bulldozers for which we pay.
Like some mad Sorcerer's
Apprentice, the cycles go on – along with ever-more
rage among the native Arab populations throughout the
region – a region of dictatorships who owe their
existence to us – to our good American subsidies
enabling their pockets of pampered privilege and cruel
tyranny. It's we good Americans who pay for their
police states and militaries – from Egypt to Jordan to
Saudi Arabia – super-arming them, buffeting their
leaders' families in luxury, training their secret
police in surveillance and torture techniques: all for
their elites to collude with ours.
It's not so far from our academics'
inoculations for mutual isolations that we get at home
to the more-obviously militarized inoculations a
parellel set of our corporate types delivers abroad.
Comedy doesn't help much, or console, either, now that
most Americans accept this corporate culture gone amuck
– accept it simply for the entitlement gildings that
swathe all of us in those same genteel conceits we used
to know to deride.
In her last book,
Dark Age Ahead, Jane Jacobs described American
higher education as having given up educating and taken
up instead what she termed "credentialing." The
corporate textbook types took over, and the systems
designers, and the emissaries for corporate contracts.
One only needed to get credentialed to assume one's own
place in this hegemony. "The more successful
credentialing became as a growth industry," Jane Jacobs
wrote, "the more it dominated education." Students in
this behemoth necessarily became "less interested in
learning than in doing the minimum work required to get
by and get out." Students, too, she saw, yet desired
real connections, and the literacy for that, but even
they, she thought, were now "despairing of institutions
that seemed to think of them as raw material to process
as efficiently as possible rather than as human beings
with burning questions and confusions about the world."
Jane Jacobs died not
long after the 2004 publication of her last book. She
was at least spared having to see how right she was –
how blindly and smugly we're geared to what she
foreboded as Dark Ahead |