Down With Education, Sort of
by
Fred Reed
Some
years back, while laboring in the grim vineyards of police correspondence
for a metropolitan daily, I appeared as a guest lecturer before
a class of undergraduates in criminology at the University of Maryland.
The idea of a major in criminology struck me as peculiar, but apparently
there was one. I was to explain to the students the realities of
police work.
The
adventure was a revelation. The kids, a scruffy bunch dressed in
student tatterdemalion, heavy on minorities, were as lacking in
polish as in grammar. Their intelligence seemed low. They had strong,
simple prejudices instead of ideas, and no inclination to examine
them. The intellectual level was that of a rural high school. They
appeared to be bored. They had no business in a university.
Why,
I wondered, were we forcing these bedraggled beings to feign a scholarship
which appealed to them not at all, which they at once endured and
degraded and that at great expense to the public? Why do we
make this burdensome imposition on people who do not want schooling,
do not need it, and do not understand what it is? It is wrongheaded.
I
submit that it makes no sense to inflict on the unprepared and incapable
a pretense of a university education for no other reason that to
further a pretense of equality. What real purpose is served? And
yet this forcing of the unneeded on the undesirous runs through
all schooling in America.
It
makes little more sense to require that the intelligent but uninterested
study what they do not like usually, the liberal arts. Doing
so accomplishes nothing. An engineer forced to read Blake is merely
an annoyed engineer. He will never touch a book of poetry in his
academic afterlife. There is no reason why he should.
I
think that we ought to abandon utterly any requirement that vocational
students waste time on the liberal arts. Schools of engineering,
criminology, and business management are just that, vocational schools,
nothing more. They may be of a high order. Graduating in electrical
engineering from a school of the first rank is not easy. Yet the
document awarded is not a diploma but a trade-school certificate.
So is a degree in chemistry or ophthalmology. All are evidence of
training, not education. If a student of chemistry wants to study
history, and many might, he should certainly be enabled to do so.
But it should not be required.
Universities
usually defend requirements in the liberal arts on many grounds
in which few believe. I suggest that we cease to defend them at
all. A liberal schooling should be a luxury, like a yacht, and should
be regarded as such. The arts are not for many and should be forced
on none. They require much and exact a price. Only the intelligent
can profit by them, and of the intelligent, few want them. Why not
make them voluntary?
I
now hear of departments of English literature which award degrees
to students who have never read Shakespeare or Chaucer. The students
of course say that such authors are irrelevant. The
literate respond with horror, leaping to such barricades as may
be found in publications on coated paper.
But
the students are right. Shakespeare is irrelevant. More accurately,
Shakespeare is irrelevant to anyone who believes that he is irrelevant.
You do not get a federal job by knowing Chaucer, or having heard
of Chaucer. Those forced to study writers, or philosophy, or history
they dont want to study will gain nothing. Those who do want
to study them lose much, because the courses will often be of sufficiently
little rigor as not to oppress the bored.
Yet
there are intelligent young of inquiring nature and breadth of mind
to whom liberal studies appeal students actually attracted
to reading Aeschylus in the original, and Asian history and the
Elder Edda, who want to study Fragonard and Watteau. Let them. By
so doing they harm no one. Being turbulent adolescents under the
influence of evil hormones, they will need direction. Nonetheless
if a student chooses such schooling, knowing what he is choosing,
it is his business.
It
is not just in the universities that we force the young to study
things that mean nothing to them and will have no influence on their
lives. As soundings of the public monotonously reveal, a minority
of the population is in possession of such arcane information as
the century in which the Civil War occurred, or who fought in World
War I, or where Italy might be found on a map. Things are yet worse:
Far more people than we admit can barely read. Most who can, dont.
The United States is not the well-schooled nation that it seems
to believe that it is.
The
public schools, say some, have failed to such a degree as to make
their continuance rationally unjustifiable. Yes, they fail, but
why? To some extent it is because they are expected to do what cannot
be done to educate the uneducable. For reasons of dizzy idealism,
we pretend that all students have the wit to learn. Thus we suffer
high-sounding programs like No Child Left Behind. You cannot ensure
that no child will be left behind. You can try to ensure that no
child will get ahead. To this we incline.
As
in the universities, the difficulty is that we refuse to separate
the able from the rest, yet insist on attempting to teach to the
uninterested things that they do not want to know. If this effort
bore fruit, it might be justified: A disputable case can be made
that the historically literate are better equipped to vote, etc.
But it is easily demonstrated that the majority do not learn much.
Why bother?
A
wise course, and therefore one impossible of realization, might
be to recognize that schooling is inherently hierarchical and not
susceptible to populist leveling. A beginning would be to make all
study voluntary beyond, say, the sixth or eighth grade. By then
all would have learned to read who were ever going to learn. Below
the university level, private schools unregulated by government
are the only way to let people study the subjects they choose at
the level of rigor that they want. Freedom from federal intrusion
is crucial. Nothing else can prevent resentful minorities from imposing
invertebrate standards on all.
Fat
chance.
December
30, 2004
Fred
Reed is author of Nekkid
in Austin: Drop Your Inner Child Down a Well.
Copyright
© 2004 Fred Reed
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