Two pieces popped up in my twitter feed and I wanted to respond to them (though I did so first on twitter and Facebook). The first one: “An open letter from a millenial: quit telling us we’re not special“. The critique is of parenting styles, which seems to miss the really rich target for disdain, but the attitude is spot on in taking the pulse of young people’s feelings in the (disaffected) west.
The second is better in that the author, Paul Mason (who was one of the few western journalists actually reporting from Greece during the crisis, rather than merely reporting on it from afar) and it sets the target of critique much closer to the mark, I think, beginning by discussing how crucial disaffected and disappointed graduates were to the recent ‘arab spring’:
As the Arab spring exploded around us – and unrest continues from Athens to Quebec – this sociological type has been central. The graduate who has been denied the leisurely, liberal education of their parents’ generation, but instead has been faced, almost since puberty, with a battery of psychometric tests, exhortations to excellence, and life-limiting vocational choices.
When I was at university (Sheffield, 1978-81) I found time to play in a band, picket a steelworks, occupy several buildings, write embarrassingly bad fiction, switch courses and demand the creation of a special dual degree to suit my life’s purpose. “You can do it as long as you don’t tell anybody else it exists,” my professor told me. Tuition was free. There was a grant you could live on as long as you did not stray from drink to class A drugs, and in the holidays I had a factory job that paid nearly as much as my dad’s real factory job did.
It’s embarrassing to say this to a generation where individual tuition has become a privilege; where non-examinable knowledge is perceived as a waste of time; where every thesis and dissertation must begin with a mind-numbing rehash of existing knowledge, written to a formula as rigid as that demanded by the Qing-era Chinese civil service. But here goes: the past was better.
Anyway, here’s another thing linked to in Masons piece: the (apparently famous?!) Communiqué from an Absent Future, which is jaw droppingly, vigorously head-noddingly apt:
Like the society to which it has played the faithful servant, the university is bankrupt. This bankruptcy is not only financial. It is the index of a more fundamental insolvency, one both political and economic, which has been a long time in the making. No one knows what the university is for anymore. We feel this intuitively. Gone is the old project of creating a cultured and educated citizenry; gone, too, the special advantage the degree-holder once held on the job market. These are now fantasies, spectral residues that cling to the poorly maintained halls.