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Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Letter on the Occasion of a Town Hall Meeting at a Jesuit University in the Midst of Three Health Crises

First, I want to thank the executive team for meeting in a town hall format with the faculty and staff.  I was particularly appreciative of the opening prayer and its call for us to think about life over property, especially at a time like this; not an easy thing to do.  I also appreciate that we are all concerned about property – meaning compensation and the continued financial well-being of the campus.  Certainly the questions were focused on them and therefore channeled the conversation in that direction.  But I was struck at the contrast between the prayer’s calling us to reflect on the marginalized and on living in a stratified culture long after the need for that has disappeared while, in the meeting proper, we focused on preserving the source of our collective livelihood. 

 

A Jesuit education accomplishes many goals – some of which are internally contradictory.  We are educating men and women for and with others while we simultaneously elevate them to being able to be employed in ways that will let them join the upper middle class (or maintain their privileged position in that class).  I fear that those we would elevate are often saddled with debt that will prevent them from crawling out from a lower class and instead will plunge them deeper into it.

 

As a society, we have moved, in my lifetime, from seeing higher education as a bare bones means of helping society train their future leaders and investing in training those leaders because that is good for society, to charging students (generally by putting them deeply in debt) because of the benefits that they as individuals will reap from that education.  And providing cushy seats for them while they do it.  In the process, we have moved from a society that supports service for others to one that supports entitlement of the individual because they have “suffered” (in luxury) and thus deserve the disproportionate income they will one day achieve.

 

One writer, the gifted novelist Marilynne Robinson, has posited that this is ultimately based on a shared experience of scarcity, which she finds remarkable in the richest nation the world has ever produced.  Her thesis, and I agree with it, is that we are prey to anxieties about survival and therefore lose track of what it means to embrace the all too brief life that we have been given on this earth.  I think this was on ample display in this town hall – and I think we all shared in the creation of a general experience of that anxiety.

 

This COVID-19 thing is a bump in the road.  We don’t know how big it is – but it will be something that we will address.  While we are addressing it, other issues emerge.  Certainly the second health crisis – the crisis of racial and class inequality and its consequent health (including mental health) sequelae has exploded into our collective consciousness.  But so has the third issue of the health of the planet.  The wisdom of creating climate change and the other consequences of continuing to be a fossil fuel dependent and blindly hurtling forward let’s consolidate wealth for the wealthy society we are is becoming clearer (I’m a deeply invested player in this game, btw – please don’t hear me as being above any of this).

 

But the silver lining to all of this – if we don’t spend every single freaking second of our time trying to fix it - is that it gives us an opportunity to pause.  To realize the brevity of our existence.  To evaluate our values.  What do we care about?  As a University, as individuals, as spiritual and religious people, and as a society as a whole, we care about many internally contradictory things.  And this moment is pregnant with all of those contradictions and difficulties.

 

So, as we are attending to the things that we are worrying about and trying to fix them, please also let’s spend some time remembering that we are being given a big, ugly, difficult and unwanted gift.  Melanie Klein, a notoriously cranky but prescient psychoanalyst once observed that there is nothing more aggressive that we can do than give someone a gift.  The Universe (God?) has given us a gift.  A complex difficult, multilayered gift.  And we are in a relatively privileged position from which to engage with it – or should be.  If we can lift our heads up from all of the dross – we may be able to recognize that we are being confronted with the kinds of issues that can shape our souls and our futures. We should be thinking not just about how to balance the budget (and build in a surplus at these times?  If this isn’t a time to tap into our rainy day fund, I would hate to see the storm that will empower us to do that…), but to balance ourselves.  To figure out how to surf on the waves that this storm has produced, using the board that we have been waxing throughout our lives as a means of conveying not just ourselves, but each other through these treacherous tides.

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For other posts on COVID:
I:       Apocalypse Now  my first posting on COVID-19.
II:      Midnight in Paris  is a jumping off point for more thinking about COVID.  (Also in Movies).
III:    Hans Selye and the Stress Response Syndrome.  COVID becomes more normal... for now.
VI:    Get back in that classroom  Paranoid ruminations.
VII:   Why Shutting Classes Makes Fiscal Sense A weak argument
XIII: Ennui
XIV. Where, Oh Where have my in-person students gone?  Split zoom classes in the age of COVID.
XVIII.    I miss my mask?
IXX.      Bo Burnham's Inside Commentary on the commenter.


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