Tuesday, November 8, 2016

What Happens on Wednesday?

Today marks the merciful end of the 2016 presidential election. By midnight, we most likely will know which candidate has prevailed and will be tasked with the responsibility of leading this nation through the end of the decade. Soon afterward, the deluge of campaign commercials will disappear from our televisions and, with a little luck, our mad world will regain a measure of sanity. Yet, as anxious as I am to usher in the end of this election cycle, I wonder if the damage that has been wrought is irreparable. One question in particular nags me.

What kind of country will we be on Wednesday, November 9?

The expedient answer is the dismissive one. Nothing will change. Everything will be fine. Nobody’s life is much affected by the triviality of selecting the next leader of the free world, anyway.

I beg to differ. Not this time. Not after the campaign that Donald Trump has waged for the White House.     

Since the announcement of his candidacy in June 2015, Mr. Trump has sold the electorate a vision of America so dystopian that I wonder if the windows at Trump Tower require a more rigorous cleaning. Trump has placed America in front of a funhouse mirror, presenting the nation with an image of itself as a crime-infested hellscape. In his view, the United States has lost its place atop the global marketplace due to the mismanagement of political elites who have enriched themselves at the expense of their fellow citizens. And, like other aspiring authoritarians, Trump has offered his rabid supporters a mixture of  vulnerable and powerful scapegoats to blame not only for America’s perceived decline, but also for their own reversals of fortune. Into the former group Trump has placed undocumented Mexican immigrants and Muslim refugees seeking asylum in the United States. Mexican immigrants, according to Trump, are stealing jobs and driving up crime rates, while Muslim refugees cannot be trusted to assimilate and very well may plot terrorist attacks. Onto the list of powerful saboteurs Trump has lumped together the media, the political establishment, international corporations, various special interest groups, and countries like China and Mexico, which he claims are taking advantage of lopsided trade deals. 

Does it matter that illegal immigration has zero impact on jobs and wages? Is it surprising that Donald Trump’s claim about illegal immigration causing an increase in crime is not supported by empirical evidence? Should Trump supporters reconsider their candidate’s dire warning about the dangers of Syrian refugees in light of the two-year vetting process the United States has in place for asylum applicants? How does one reconcile the fact that the television networks handed the Trump campaign $2 billion in free advertising during the primary season with the notion that the media has somehow tipped the scales against the GOP candidate? Is it disingenuous for Trump to target a political establishment that has endorsed him and helped him craft a list of potential Supreme Court nominees, thereby assuaging any concerns about the Republican nominee’s conservative bona fides? Is it disconcerting that Trump’s concerns about a cabal of global special interests derailing his election chances bear a resemblance to the plot of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion? Should we engage more with the nuances of the free trade issue instead of resorting to simplistic declarations of failure?  

Of course not. Because, according to Trump, the entire system has been rigged against him. In this environment, facts no longer matter because the integrity of the journalists entrusted with establishing the truth has been challenged. Trump partisans have eschewed the reportage of The New York Times and the Washington Post in favor of “more venerable” outlets like Breitbart and the Drudge Report. 

On these Trump-friendly websites, one can blissfully avoid stories about Donald Trump’s history of stiffing contractors and outsourcing business. Into these dark recesses of the internet one intrepidly travels to discover the “evidence” that the racist Obama birther conspiracy in which Donald Trump reveled for years actually originated with the Clinton campaign in 2008. Rather than wrestle with the implications of Trump’s history of sexual harassment, a reader can indulge in the lurid catalogue of Bill Clinton’s indiscretions. In this alt-right oasis, Khizr Khan is not a grieving father wronged by Donald Trump, but a Sharia Law proponent and a supporting player in the criminal outfit known as the Clinton Global Initiative. Moreover, Donald Trump’s racist attacks on a Mexican judge presiding over a lawsuit involving Trump University are deceitfully substantiated and his absurd claim that “thousands” of Muslims in New Jersey celebrated the fall of the Twin Towers on 9/11 is accepted. Most importantly, Donald Trump’s fundamental inability to articulate a substantive policy on any issue is ignored, while the various shortcomings of Hillary Clinton are scrutinized and imagined scandals are contrived. Trump-friendly outfits like Breitbart would never expose the confidence scheme their favored candidate has been orchestrating because they are cashing in on it.

But make no mistake: Donald Trump is a charlatan. He is an aggressively ignorant buffoon who erroneously believes he can conceal his lack of fitness for the office he seeks by speaking loudly and audaciously.

And yet, Donald Trump will garner a significant portion of the popular vote. Nate Silver’s reputable 538 blog projects 45% of voters will cast their ballots for Mr. Trump in the general election. Judging by previous cycles, this percentage should translate into somewhere around 60 million votes.

Of these tens of millions of citizens, the overwhelming majority would not fit into what Hillary Clinton infamously labeled a “basket of deplorables.” Taking into account the high unfavorable ratings of the two major party candidates, one might safely assume that a significant portion of Trump voters will be motivated more by a disregard for Hillary Clinton than an affinity for the Republican candidate. Undoubtedly, many pro-life voters will reject Hillary Clinton on principle. A large number will support Donald Trump because he is the Republican candidate and, no matter their personal feelings about the man, he best represents the conservative values that they believe are most suitable for the country. Furthermore, economic anxieties that are driven by problems like the soaring cost of health care premiums and long-term unemployment will push voters to the Republican banner.

It is this last issue of economic angst that I believe has driven much of Trump’s support among the “non-college educated white male” portion of the electorate. It has provided the fertile soil needed for the seeds of xenophobia and racism that Trump has sown to bloom. We saw a similar historical pattern with the rise of the Native American Party from the ashes of the Panic of 1837. Back then, the Irish were pegged as the source of the country’s woes. They allegedly committed crimes at outsized rates and took work away from “native-born” Americans. According to these proto-Know Nothings, the Irish Catholic presence constituted an existential threat to the established Protestant identity of the country. Does any of this sound remotely familiar?

We can dismiss the Trump campaign as an historical aberration. We can pretend that Trump is the disease and not merely a symptom of an ailing system. But we would do so in error. Trump has exploited a tumor on the body politic that we assumed was shrinking as our society progressed. Our negligence has caused a metastasis.

Deindustrialization and globalization have ravaged the economic stability our nation enjoyed in the postwar period of the 1950s. One need look no further than Kensington, an industrial powerhouse that has been reduced to an abandoned slum teeming with drugs and despair, to witness the erosion these forces have caused. Though the American economy has generally recovered by transitioning to a services-oriented model and relying on technological innovation, we have not addressed the vast displacement these changes have caused. Even if Donald Trump’s chimerical promise to “Make America Great Again” by repatriating long-lost industrial jobs could hypothetically be realized, the sad truth that machines would replace much of the workforce seems lost on his fan base.

The jobs of the 1950s are leaving; they have been for a time that long predates NAFTA. The ability to carve out a middle-class existence and earn a pension with a blue-collar job is disappearing. American labor has priced itself out of the industrial sector. High tariffs and protectionist policies will not save us from the efficient machines that are rapidly taking the place of humans in the job market.

We have choices to make. When the Democrats are finished congratulating themselves for their historic nomination of Hillary Clinton, they can choose to ignore or reckon with their selection of a flawed candidate. Yes, Hillary Clinton will be the first woman to assume the office of president. Yes, this is an historic accomplishment that was long overdue. We can grant these points while also acknowledging that Hillary Clinton and her political team represent much of what has plagued the culture of Washington, DC: the cozy relationships with Wall Street; the monetization of government service through the creation of a revolving door from public service to private enterprise (the money-for-access deals struck by the Clinton Foundation only reinforce the perception of self-dealing); the formulation of policy that caters more to special interest groups than the general public; the advancement of rhetoric about Republicans “shipping jobs overseas” in order to win elections, but the seeming indifference to the concerns of union workers when international free trade deals are initiated; and the quixotic desire to pursue an interventionist foreign policy without drawing any lessons from our painful experiences of the past decade in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Libya.

On the Republican side, the GOP must purge itself of Trumpism. General elections cannot be won by alienating huge swaths of minority voters. The tent must expand lest the party fade into irrelevance. Simple solutions to complex problems must be rejected in favor of a more comprehensive approach. A blanket acceptance of charter schools will not fix our education system; a wall will not stem the flow of drugs into our country or curb the desire of Hispanic migrants seeking work and refuge from the gang violence that plagues parts of Mexico and Central America. Panaceas do not exist. The Party must work with its Democratic colleagues in Congress to find actual solutions for these matters. To that end, obstructionism can no longer be embraced as an operating philosophy. Self-serving ideologues like Ted Cruz who attempt to hold the business of government hostage until their demands are met must be relegated to the back bench, not empowered.

We need to talk to one another. We must resist the urge to yell and instead try to listen. Empathy and charity need to take on a greater role in our public discourse.

The folks who have complained about the two choices with which we have been presented today must consider how we arrived at this point. Our widespread apathy toward politics has amplified the voices of the most extreme elements. We have allowed them to dominate the conversation. If you want to change the tone of said conversation, you need to participate in it.

To that end, we need to stop rewarding with our viewership television networks that cover politics in a way that prioritizes personality conflicts over substantive discussion. The talking-point robots that argue for our entertainment do not advance the debate. They poison it.

We must demand more from our candidates for local and state offices. Television commercials touting a state representative’s position on various third rail issues should have little impact. An aspiring state legislator’s position on sanctuary cities, for example, does not matter a great deal; rather, he should tell us how he plans to plug the hole in the state’s pension system. A more informed and engaged electorate will produce better candidates for office and a healthier political dialogue.

We must realize that though we have differences, we are not all that different. There is more common ground on seemingly intractable issues than we might realize.

On Tuesday, the election ends. The show, thankfully, will be over.

On Wednesday, the real work of healing this nation and bridging partisan divides begins.

What kind of country do we want to be?


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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Thinking of Watching Tonight's Republican Presidential Debate? Don't Bother

“Television seems particularly useful to the politician who can be charming but lacks ideas.”
                                                                           - Joe McGinniss, The Selling of the President

On Thursday, the Fox News Channel will host the first of an interminable series of primary debates that will air across the cable news landscape during the 2016 presidential campaign season.
I will not be watching.

My objection to the proceeding is not based on a specific aversion to the Republican Party, which gets the first chance to showcase its candidates; nor is it grounded in a distaste for Fox News. Moderators Megyn Kelly, Chris Wallace, and Brett Baier have established themselves in the field of political journalism and will undoubtedly attempt to ask probing questions. The candidates, however, will not answer most of the queries, at least not directly. Instead, they will steer their responses to the comfortable ground of rehearsed, gossamer talking points.  

Afterward, a legion of pundits will flood the airwaves to bicker over which contenders “had a good night” and which presidential aspirants failed to stand out amid the crowded field. Their analysis, as usual, will be speculative and reactive, but not informative or predictive. And, for one night, the political cognoscenti will pretend that this debate matters as much as the fundraising race taking place away from the stage lights.

But the debate does not matter. It will be presented as a contest of ideas, but will devolve into a cacophony of Obama barbs and carefully-crafted, poll-tested sound bites. Fervent pledges to repeal Obamacare will be proffered, but do not expect any substantive discussion about the real problem with our health care system, one which President Obama’s landmark legislation failed to remedy: the cost. Planned Parenthood will be portrayed as an abortion factory that must be defunded, even though only three percent of the organization’s business involves pregnancy termination procedures. The government, moreover, is already legally prohibited from providing money to subsidize abortion. Donald Trump will be afforded extensive airtime to expound his views on the existential threat Mexicans pose to the American way of life. Will any of Trump’s competitors or inquisitors ask him to compare his nativist rhetoric to historical examples involving the Irish, Italians, Chinese, Japanese, or any other ethnic immigrant group? Doubtful. Will anyone press Trump to consider the possibility that the Drug War has created internal destabilization within Mexico and Central America, resulting in migration from those areas to the United States? Unlikely, unless Rand Paul rediscovers his libertarianism and is allowed to speak for longer than thirty seconds at a time.

Not to be outdone, Mike Huckabee will recite his admonition that Obama’s nuclear deal with Iran “is marching the Israelis to the door of the oven.” The Huckster will then bask in the applause of his partisans. He will not be asked about the Israeli nuclear arsenal. He will not be required to acknowledge Israel’s military superiority in the Middle East. He will likely avoid any condemnation for alluding to the Holocaust in analyzing a complicated act of diplomacy that in no way resembles the systematic annihilation of six million European Jews. In fact, one can safely surmise that at least one of Huckabee’s opponents will trot out a trite and simplistic comparison between Obama and Neville Chamberlain while denouncing the agreement.

Ultimately, these debates serve only as spectacle. They appeal not to the mind of the viewer, but to the heart and the gut. They supply ideologues on both sides of the spectrum with an outlet to channel their righteous outrage. They provide some fodder for news networks in need of material during an otherwise slow period. They in no way advance the interests of a democratic republic in need of an informed electorate.

So, like most Americans, I will be otherwise occupied on Thursday night. Let the political media collectively wag its finger at the disengaged masses. Perhaps we will take this process more seriously when the media takes this process more seriously. Until then, I hope they continue to enjoy Donald Trump’s campaign.

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

In Defense of Philly Fans

On Monday, my attention was drawn to a post on Crossing Broad about the myriad complaints of Tampa Bay Rays players and staffers as they recalled the 2008 World Series. The post drew its material from an article penned by Tampa Bay Times Rays beat writer Marc Topkin. Topkin's column is replete with gripes about the weather, which (as we all remember) caused a significant delay during Game 5, and frustrations over an extended stay in the remote locale of Delaware. The rain-delayed contest created a lodging predicament for Tampa Bay's traveling party, which had originally planned to return home to prepare for either Game 6 or the offseason; therefore, the team had to scramble to find new hotel accommodations. Judging by the tone of the piece, one might think the Rays were compelled to stay at a Motel 6 in Claymont. Instead, the squad found shelter in the cozy confines of the Hotel du Pont in Wilmington.  Not too shabby, huh?

The "Delaware" excuse strikes me as particularly ridiculous because the distance from Citizens Bank Park to Wilmington is roughly equivalent to the drive from Tampa to St. Petersburg. Nevertheless, the Rays have a point about the weather. As we all know, baseball was meant to be played indoors, on a glorified carpet, in front of a crowd so listless that the only sound one hears at the "Trop," aside from the occasional cowbell and the ball-strike calls from the home plate umpire, is the steady hum of the air conditioning system.

However, the treatment bestowed on Tampa Bay's ball club by the "Philly fans" emerges as the primary cause of the Rays' ruination in October 2008. Below is a sampling of the Rays' memories of their Philadelphia "welcome," per Topkin:


Pitching coach Jim Hickey:

My ex-wife was there and she was appalled at the behavior of their fans, especially toward ours. At one point she went to get the security guard, who was actually an on-duty police officer, and he laughed at her and didn't help at all.

The fans lived up to their belligerent level. They revel in that type of thing. They wear it as a badge of honor, but it really ought to be a source of embarrassment to them.



OF Rocco Baldelli:

Anybody who talked about the city of Philadelphia at that time, nobody is exaggerating any of those thoughts and comments. Whatever the opposite of hospitable would be to you, that's what the people of Philadelphia were to us at that time.

It didn't seem like the people of the city were happy that their team was in the World Series. It seemed like they were more happy and excited to take out their anger on the opposition and to degrade us.

They were lined up on the street "gesturing" at us. Many, many gestures. They were banging on our bus.

And, to say the least, I don't think our family and friends who were at the games were able to enjoy it as much as they should have been able to.
I think it's fair to say we didn't make a good impression.

Honestly, these unfair general assessments based on isolated incidents offend me. Yet, somehow, I have swallowed my natural urge to lash out belligerently (we're born with it, apparently- kind of like original sin) and have opted to forgive. I can empathize with the Rays. For them, the idea of playing in front of any fans, let alone passionate fans who can make noise without resorting to mindless gimmicks like the cowbell, must have seemed completely foreign during the '08 World Series.

Less excusable and more odious is the stubborn refusal of lazy sports writers and personalities to disabuse themselves of the trite "Philly fans" trope. You know what I mean. In all likelihood, you've seen the occasional "hot take" on ESPN. You've heard the radio rants. And you've read the cliché-ridden sports columns and scrolled through the "listicles" that document the many sins of Philly fans. But, just in case, let's review the talking points:

"They" threw snowballs at Santa Claus (and the Cowboys, too!). "They" threw batteries at J.D. Drew. "They" cheered when Michael Irvin was carted off the field after sustaining a career-ending injury. "They" vomit on little girls. "They" booed Donovan McNabb on Draft Day. "They" criticize their own players. "They" get drunk and rowdy at games and physically assault or insult fans of opposing teams. "They" had the great misfortune of not being born in Boston (otherwise known as the greatest sports town on Earth, according to Bostonians) or New York (generally acknowledged as the center of the universe, according to New Yorkers).

In sum, we Philly fans are regarded as uniquely awful, a menacing monolith that threatens the fragile peace within the sports world. We are collectively defined by the worst elements of the fan base, forced to answer for the crimes of our drunken and unruly brethren. Meanwhile, other cities avoid the general stigma that attaches to Philadelphia when fans behave badly. Cleveland was able to move past "Bottlegate." No media figure dared call out "Boston fans" as a group when a number of Twitter twerps unleashed racist invective after Joel Ward, a black hockey player, scored a goal in an overtime playoff game against the Bruins. Were "L.A. fans" collectively shamed after Bryan Stow was nearly beaten to death for the crime of rooting for the San Francisco Giants? Does anyone recall the sterling reputation of Cardinals fans experiencing some measure of tarnish after an ugly encounter with Ferguson protestors? Was there any sustained outrage after a number of Yankees fans threw garbage on the field after a call went against their team in the 2004 ALCS? Why hasn't the ugly incident with Steve Bartman forced us to reconsider how we view Cubs fans? In these cases, we did not bother creating generalizations because such thinking is stupid and illogical.

Nonetheless, if any of these incidents had occurred in Philadelphia, one could easily predict the Pavlovian response from the national media. For example, in some of these cases I could easily foresee "First Take" provocateur Skip Bayless hysterically demanding that Pennsylvania governor Tom Wolf call in the National Guard.

There seem to be different rules for Philadelphia sports fans. Anecdotes about boorish behavior in the stands are offered as proof to support the myth of "Philly fans"; meanwhile, acts of generosity from the fan base are ignored and evidence that suggests the caricature of Philly partisans might not match reality is dismissed as exceptional. Who cares if Philadelphians helped the Phillies raise nearly one million dollars for ALS patients? What does it matter that the overwhelming majority of spectators can attend a game, keep to themselves, and avoid ejection from the stadium or arrest? Part-time governor and full-time Jerry Jones companion Chris Christie thinks Philadelphia fans are the worst in the country, so it must be true!

The entire exercise strikes me as a grand example of confirmation bias. However, a disconcerting number of sports scribes cannot seem to let go of the delicious irony that within the "City of Brotherly Love"  there might exist some unruly fans. Rather than aspire to nuance, acknowledge the ubiquitous nature of bad fan behavior, and undertake an investigation of the problem, they continue to advance the "Philly fan" myth for the sole purpose of filling column space in a newspaper. So it goes.

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Thursday, September 11, 2014

On the Anniversary of 9/11, a Brief Personal Recollection

As the sun rose to greet the world on September 11, 2001, there was nothing to suggest that this particular day would deliver such terrible death and devastation. Then again, omens only exist in literature and hindsight.

I was just beginning my sophomore year at St. Joseph’s Prep. Aside from shaking off the rust of summer vacation and reacclimating myself to the tedious routine of a school day, I had few concerns.        
 
It was 2nd Period. I was in Room 301, the Physical Science Lecture Room. Fittingly, the course was U.S. History. Class had just commenced when Mr. Scott, the A.P. Government teacher, entered the room with a grim look on his face and whispered something to my instructor, Mr. Lindsay. After Mr. Scott departed, Mr. Lindsay shared with us the news: a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York. We said a prayer and then went about our business.

Frankly, this initial report did not disturb me too greatly. I had never been to New York and had never seen the World Trade Center towers. I was too young to remember the ’93 attack orchestrated by Ramzi Yousef. I vaguely knew about Osama bin Laden and al Qaeda from the embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania in 1998, but at that moment I thought this event was an isolated minor tragedy, not a major act of terrorism. I imagined a small plane had struck the building and naively hoped that few people were injured or killed.

Terrorism was a relatively foreign concept for a teenager in the halcyon years before 9/11. Sure, there were domestic incidents like the Oklahoma City bombing in ’95, the Olympic Park bombing in ’96, and the Columbine shooting in ’99. However, I was inclined to believe these were the actions of madmen who just wanted to kill innocent people. The notion that such delusional individuals would possess any kind of motive worth a moment’s consideration was beyond the comprehension of my self-righteous mind. Ultimately, I felt safe. Military violence and political terrorism were actions that happened in far-flung regions of the world; they were not part of my provincial reality. Besides, what had the United States ever done to provoke another country or terrorist cell? We were the good guys.            

It wasn’t until 4th period- my lunch break- that I began to grasp the gravity of the situation. I entered the cafeteria and bore witness to a bizarre scene. Nearly everyone was on a cell phone. I didn’t own such a device and didn’t know anyone in my neighborhood who had one. The mood was chaotic; few people were actually eating lunch. As I waited in line to buy a soda, I noticed the aforementioned Mr. Lindsay in front of me and asked him what was happening. I’ll never forget his response: “Our country is under attack.”

What? How is that even possible? I ate quickly and then walked into the main atrium, where a large TV had been positioned for students and staff to watch the news as it unfolded. It was here that I first saw the depth of the destruction that had occurred. It appeared as if a bomb had been dropped on Manhattan. Smoke billowed from the ruins of the World Trade Center. Soon replays of earlier events showed a passenger jet flying into the South Tower and both buildings collapsing after being consumed by flames.       

Not long afterward, school was cancelled for the day and we were all sent home to face an uncertain future.  

In attempting a broader description of the events of 9/11, I find my command of the written word lacking. After all, how can anyone adequately capture the collective shock of watching a large plane deliberately crash into a skyscraper as its twin burns nearby? Or the national disbelief as both towers collapsed in a heap of twisted steel and rubble? Or the shared horror that gripped us as our observational detachment broke and we slowly realized that thousands of human beings were passengers on the doomed planes or workers and first responders buried in the World Trade Center debris? Or the painful reality that once-happily anonymous folks would suddenly assume the burdensome label of “9/11 families”; that sons would grow up without their mothers, that daughters would be deprived of their dads, that wives would become widows, and parents would have to bury their children? And all for the crime of living in the United States and going to work on the wrong day, or boarding the wrong plane. It doesn’t make any damn sense; no words, however eloquently arranged, will ever change this fundamental inanity.     

So, in lieu of a definitive summary or a provocative analysis, I present my personal recollection, incredibly minor and insignificant though it may be, betraying an embarrassing ignorance of the world during my teen years. I also offer my sincere hope that the disorientating darkness that enveloped that day will no longer define it.    
 
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Monday, July 28, 2014

We Need to Talk About the Way We Talk About Politics

There is an oft-cited, infrequently applied rule which we are told to follow when engaging in polite conversation: never talk about politics or religion. While I intend to break the former portion of this law (I’ll leave God alone for now), I hope you stick around to read and consider my argument, for I do not want anyone else to get caught in the web of inanity that our politicians and media have spun.  

Without further ado, here goes:

The way we talk about politics in this country is completely and utterly stupid. If you find yourself taking offense at this statement, I have two things to say to you: (1) The ease with which you get angry suggests you watch too much cable news; and (2) I’m sorry I’m not sorry.

Most importantly, our political discourse suffers because we are too easily outraged. Our news media, cognizant of our society’s bizarre anger fetish and anxious to expand the debate to appeal to the largest audience, focuses on items that provoke anger at the expense of critical thought. For example, the news networks had a field day covering the recent Donald Sterling imbroglio. Audience and analyst alike were afforded an opportunity to express their shock and indignation at the racist ranting of a demented octogenarian. Lost amid the sanctimonious browbeating was any serious discussion about the more insidious evils of institutional and structural racism, but such talk might veer into uncomfortable territory for an industry that remains overwhelmingly white.  

Partisan networks like MSNBC and Fox News frame news segments in a way that will stoke anger within their viewership. While Fox News scours the news wire for any instance in which liberals are undermining the country’s so-called "traditional principles" and examines every nook and cranny of the country to ensure that Sharia Law is not being imposed, MSNBC is patiently explaining to its viewers how Republicans are ruining the "governmental utopia" President Obama is attempting to create. Meanwhile, CNN either ghoulishly obsesses over the fate of missing Malaysian Airlines Flight 370 or provides “expert analysis” of the trial of whatever wayward white person Nancy Grace has fashioned into a celebrity.

Moreover, we too readily cling to the ideological paradigm of liberal-versus-conservative, needlessly dividing ourselves into camps to which most of us do not comfortably belong. As Nick Gillespie affirms in a recent opinion piece for Time Magazine, Americans have been rejecting the false choice between the Democratic and Republican Parties. Gillespie points to a 2013 Gallup poll that shows 42 percent of Americans declaring an Independent political affiliation. Moreover, the author relies on polling to prove that broad areas of agreement exist on seemingly divisive issues like gun control and same-sex marriage, among others.  

Furthermore, the language of politics relies too heavily on clichés and talking points that enable the speaker to avoid the difficult task of actually saying anything of substance. If I were given a quarter every time I heard a Democrat declare that his Republican opponent wanted to “ship our jobs overseas,” I could retire tomorrow. Conversely, the irritating Republican talking point about President Obama’s “feckless” foreign policy ignores the fact that the administration has essentially adopted President Bush’s aggressive counterterrorism campaign. For example, Obama has expanded military operations involving drones; these machines have infiltrated sovereign countries and in many cases indiscriminately killed terrorist and innocent civilian alike. The drone program actually screams for greater scrutiny, but the Republicans in Congress might have to drop their bellicose posture and blind devotion to the Defense Industry in order to pursue a serious inquiry. On second thought, it is probably safer (and more politically expedient) for them to stick with the “feckless” bit.   

Additionally, this toxic environment has turned numerous charlatans and hucksters into millionaires and pseudo-celebrities. For one-time incompetent vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin, political know-nothingness has become a lucrative cottage industry. Commentators like Ann Coulter and Ed Schultz have garnered fame and attention more for the extreme statements they make than for the intellectual value of their comments. Despite his controversial past, Al Sharpton has parlayed his fame into a daily show on MSNBC. Rush Limbaugh has made a fortune wading in the toxic swamp of conservative talk radio.

Finally, and most deleteriously, this noxious political environment has disenchanted innumerable voters. The resultant shrinking of the electorate has further empowered ideological extremists, party loyalists, and special interest groups.

Going forward, we would all do well to remember that idle complaining is easy. Visceral reaction is even easier. Getting educated on the issues and developing a nuanced opinion is a bit more challenging, but such is our duty as citizens. Otherwise, we’ll continue this fruitless cycle of changing our proverbial clothes every election season and then complaining that we don’t like the way we look.

Ultimately, as I survey the current landscape of our political discourse, I cannot help but recall an observation made by George Orwell, who remarked: “To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.” Perhaps by turning down the volume on our televisions and radios and resisting the reflexive urge to look left or right as we confront the problems we face, we might find the enlightenment we so desperately crave.


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Sunday, June 22, 2014

At St. Joseph’s Prep, the Tuition is Too Damn High

Anniversaries hold a cherished place on the calendar. They provide us with an opportunity to share memories of the past, anticipate the future, and ponder the changes that have occurred in the interim. They are times for celebration and reflection. Yet, as I observe the ten year mark since I graduated from St. Joseph’s Preparatory School, I feel the occasion demands much more of the latter than the former.

While I look forward to reconnecting and reminiscing with my former classmates, I cannot shake the feeling that our reunion will devolve into a wake, for we are celebrating a St. Joseph’s Prep that might no longer exist. Indeed, our alma mater has been fundamentally altered since we departed its hallowed halls. 

Before I begin, allow me to clarify: I do not intend to engage in an exercise of arrogant nostalgia. I loathe the “back in my day” malarkey that spews forth from predecessors who seek the comfortable blanket of self-righteousness to shield them from their fears of aging and irrelevance. Furthermore, I bear no animosity toward the current generation of Prep students, nor do I entirely blame the current administration for a situation that they have inherited as a result of short-sighted decisions from previous school leaders. Nevertheless, the Prep has a problem. 

The tuition is too damn high.

When I commenced my studies at the Prep in September 2000, the tuition rate stood at $10,000. For the recently concluded academic year, the Prep charged a staggering $19,900. If the Prep had imposed the same rate in 2013-14 as it had in 2000-01, adjusting only for inflation, the school would have issued a much more reasonable fee of $13,528.[1] So what accounts for the $6,372 difference?

Perhaps an analysis of the Prep’s expenditures in recent years might provide us with some guidance. In the autumn of 2000, the Kelly Fieldhouse was completed at a cost of $7.3 million;[2] the christening of the gymnasium culminated a twelve-year, $25 million capital campaign.[3] By September 2008, the school unveiled a brand new cafeteria, dubbed the Sauter Dining Hall, and 16 new classrooms in the renovated rectory, which was re-named Jesuit Hall. The renovation and expansion cost the school an astonishing $21 million.[4]

Aside from their state-of-the-art aura, the newer edifices on campus can be distinguished from the old building by the window design. The Kelly Fieldhouse, the Sauter Dining Hall, and Jesuit Hall each feature large windows that provide an unobscured view of the North Philadelphia community that surrounds the school. By contrast, the older Villiger Hall, built shortly after a devastating and destructive race riot on nearby Columbia Avenue in 1964, was constructed with very small windows designed undoubtedly to mitigate potential property damage. In explaining his design choice, the architect of the Kelly Fieldhouse, John Blatteau, affirmed: “‘we were trying to bring back the connection to the neighborhood.’”[5]

The larger windows are nice, but what Philadelphians really need from St. Joe’s Prep are open doors. In a city in which the median income sits at $37,016 and the poverty rate from 2008-12 was measured at 26.2%,[6] a $20,000 annual tuition constitutes a cost-prohibitive investment. Although the Prep provides financial aid to 35% of its student body with an average package of $7,000,[7] $13,000 still seems unattainable for a significant number of Philadelphia families. Even though the school obviously offers more lucrative aid packages to families that demonstrate a higher need, one wonders whether the “sticker shock” wards off parents of talented students from North Philadelphia and the increasingly destitute Northeast. [8]

Whereas this observation is merely hypothetical, the stagnancy of the Prep’s demographics are indisputable. In 2000, 19% of the student body hailed from Philadelphia; 18% resided in New Jersey while 63% were culled from the Philadelphia suburbs.[9] Today, the breakdown falls in this way: Philadelphia (20.67%), Philadelphia suburbs (58.35%), and New Jersey (20.98%).[10] Over the past fourteen years, I have attended, taught, and visited the school and thus feel very comfortable making the following generalization: the school remains disproportionately affluent and overwhelmingly white. Racial diversity has emerged as one of Philadelphia’s greatest features, yet the Prep has failed to tap into this asset in a meaningful way.

As the Prep’s coffers swell from the exorbitant tuition it imposes on its students, investments have been made in projects that provide the campus with incredible aesthetic value to the detriment of an aggressive urban recruitment campaign. The school has followed a trajectory that mirrors the path pursued by many colleges and universities, which have focused on beautifying their grounds and devoting capital to amenities that provide little educational benefit as they pass the buck (literally) onto the student.

 
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The mission of Saint Joseph’s Prep as a Catholic, Jesuit, urban, college preparatory school is to develop the minds, hearts, souls, and characters of young men in their pursuit of becoming men for and with others.

-St. Joseph’s Prep, Mission Statement

Besides the physical changes at 17th and Girard that have occurred over the past decade, the Prep has also given itself a cultural makeover. The stewards of the school have embraced an Ignatian identity that was frankly nonexistent during my years as a student. While the motto “men for and with others” remains, other Jesuit vernacular, like cura personalis, has been added to the Prep’s philosophical dictionary. Moreover, the Prep has taken great pains to mark its physical space with an Ignatian stamp. The dining hall features a walkway with twelve bronze plaques that commemorate St. Ignatius’ physical and spiritual journey. Draped along the walls are the names of Ignatius’ original companions, the cohort that formed the Society of Jesus (Jesuits). The walkway leads to the Ignatian Room, which houses a bronze statue of the founder of the Jesuit order. The opulence of the place is trumped only by the irony of dedicating such a building to a religious order that takes a vow of poverty and to a saint who abandoned a comfortable existence in Spain for an ascetic life served in obedience to the Pope.

In charting a new cultural course, it appears the Prep has lost its way. In truth, no one would quibble with the decision to steer the school toward Ignatian principles. Yet the Prep would have been better served if it simultaneously recommitted itself to the values that led to its foundation in the first place. St. Joseph’s Prep opened its doors in 1851 to educate immigrant Catholics escaping the persecution of nativist elements in the city.[11] Anti-Irish Catholic sentiment in Philadelphia had engendered a riot in 1844 that resulted in the destruction of two Catholic churches in the city. As late as 1889, the Prep did not charge a tuition fee.[12]

Philadelphia has certainly changed in the past 160 years. Although there are fewer Catholics in the city, as evidenced by the Archdiocese’s increasing divestment from Philadelphia, intractable poverty continues to pose a major challenge. After a devastating fire in 1966 destroyed the school building, the Prep’s decision makers could have joined in the white exodus to the more comfortable environs of the suburbs. Instead, the Prep remained in the city and courageously committed itself to North Philadelphia. However, the boldness of this decision has been diminished somewhat by the school’s inability to educate the young men of this city in more substantial numbers.

By catering to a majority of wealthy students, the Prep can only exacerbate the tremendous socioeconomic inequality that defines the Delaware Valley. While it is certainly important to offer privileged young men an opportunity to experience an impoverished environment and cultivate in them a social consciousness, it is arguably more important to provide students mired in poverty with an opportunity for social mobility that only a stellar education and superior networking can supply. This does not mean that the Prep should diminish its academic standards in order to accommodate poorer students (just as it should not lower the academic bar for students whose parents can pay the full tuition rate); instead, the school ought to identify and recruit the best and the brightest of Philadelphia’s pupils and provide them with an outstanding education that they might then use to ameliorate the destitute condition they inherited by accident of birth.

An intensive urban recruitment campaign will also inject some much-needed diversity into the student body. Such a strategy emerges as the best way to create the empathy required to develop men “for and with” others. Students left unexposed to poor and/or minority peers are more susceptible to fall into a pattern of “othering” folks mired in poverty. If the status quo is maintained, the Prep runs the risk of perpetuating a culture of paternalism and patronization. Poverty would remain an abstract force exerted outside the walls of the school, something to which one is temporarily exposed during a brief service trip or a community service initiative. I doubt such a culture is Ignatian. It is certainly not Christian.    

 
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It is quite likely that no one in any position of power at St. Joseph’s Prep will read this essay (or, more to the point, gives a darn what I think about the state of the school), though I can anticipate the criticism that might be directed toward me if it is issued. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” It’s true. I do not have access to the financial ledgers of the school; even if I did, I lack the expertise to offer a constructive criticism of the school’s expenditures. However, I do know what it is like to grow up in a large, middle-class Philadelphia family. I know what it is like to struggle to meet the financial demands of an unreasonable tuition fee. I know what it is like to sacrifice in order to gain access to the elite academic institutions in this city. I know not to be fooled by the sleight-of-hand trick being played when a lavish building is dressed in the humble garb of Jesuit history. And I know this: the financial path that the Prep has taken, if uncorrected, will price out the Philadelphia students most in need of a Prep education.  


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[1] A cost of inflation calculator can be found at: http://www.usinflationcalculator.com/
[2] http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:rXl8Y-fBCd4J:www.sjprep.org/s/80/images/editor_documents/Admission/international_/preppa_-_eo_flyer_-_13_12_05.pdf+&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us
[3] Maria Panaritis, “Prep School Dedicates Fieldhouse,” The Philadelphia Inquirer, 20 November 2000. http://articles.philly.com/2000-11-20/news/25614853_1_students-school-leaders-joseph-s-preparatory-school
[4] http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:rXl8Y-fBCd4J:www.sjprep.org/s/80/images/editor_documents/Admission/international_/preppa_-_eo_flyer_-_13_12_05.pdf+&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us
 
[5]Panaritis, “Prep School Dedicates Fieldhouse.”
[6] http://quickfacts.census.gov/qfd/states/42/42101.html
[7] http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:T3tY-7HtD1wJ:visual.ly/top-ten-myths-about-st-josephs-preparatory-school+&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us
[8] http://thephilanews.com/poverty-up-in-northeast-8711.htm
[9] http://articles.philly.com/2000-11-20/news/25614853_1_students-school-leaders-joseph-s-preparatory-school
[10] http://www.sjprep.org/s/80/index.aspx?sid=80&gid=1&pgid=1183
[11] http://www.sjprep.org/s/80/index.aspx?sid=80&gid=1&pgid=1217
[12] http://www.sjprep.org/s/80/index.aspx?sid=80&gid=1&pgid=1221