From the May/June, 2017 issue of Touchstone

Campus Descent by Anthony Esolen

Editorial

Campus Descent


Where Higher Ed Meets the Lower Regions

I am not usually fond of modern art or architecture, but I'll grant that the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington is effective in its solemn simplicity: a small rise of ground into which is set a long wall, extending the length of two acres. The wall features the names of the more than fifty-six thousand men who died in the war. There is a cobblestone promenade, for people to walk at their leisure and find the names of friends and loved ones who went down into those swamps of death and never returned.

Imagine someone taking a can of spray paint and defacing the wall with a slogan. Vandalism, of course. But I drive past a lot of vandalism on my way to work, on the sides of abandoned mills, bridges, warehouses, and retaining walls. It isn't good, but it doesn't make me grit my teeth with indignation. What makes that space, the space of the memorial, different? Even the three-dimensional secular man who aspires to the condition of a flatlander will sense it. The memorial ushers us into the presence of the ultimate things: life and death, suffering and heroism, memory and the full measure of devotion. The memorial presents itself as holy, set apart from common use.

I have never touched a monstrance. You should not play baseball in a cemetery. You do not doodle on the back of your father's funeral card. 
And you do not, on a college campus, take part in a mob, regardless of how well you comport yourselves as a mob, or how just your cause may be.

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Mobs versus Congregations

Let me distinguish between a mob and a congregation. Imagine a Corpus Christi procession. The priest bears the sacrament, followed by worshipers singing the Pange, lingua, stopping at various places for prayer. The procession embraces young and old, men and women, made one in their common worship of the Lord who gave himself up for their salvation. They neither efface nor flaunt their individuality, nor slay it upon the altar of lust and violence. They forget it, as in a lesser key men set their grudges aside when they enter the marked-off territory of the ball field.

That does not mean that the worshipers warp or stifle their capacity to reason. As song is language straining upward, raised to its heights and even beyond, so reason refined of error and aimed toward the highest of its objects trembles upon the threshold of faith. Take someone aside from the procession and ask, "What are you celebrating?" You will see someone calm and peaceful, even if flushed with mirth or grave with the solemnity of the feast.

A mob is to a congregation as a "demonstration" is to a religious procession, as lust is to love, as shouting is to conversation, as wrath is to the hunger for righteousness, as the habituating force of vice is to the liberating habit of virtue. The mob chants a slogan; the people in a procession pray as their fathers did. The mob is sub-rational, and can turn a Socrates into a beast. The procession is supra-rational, and can make the most ordinary of mortals glow like an angel. The procession attracts, the mob appalls—and sometimes attracts precisely because it is appalling.

From Poor Show to Travesty

Consider, now, that a college is like a ball field for rational inquiry, conversation, and argument. Or rather that it is like a sanctuary, a place set aside for a holy purpose, not to be reduced to the practicalities of daily life, much less to political utility: the pursuit of truth for its own sake. 
What happens when you deface the campus with political demonstrations? You serve notice to all students and faculty that will and force, not reason, should dominate. You do not begin a discussion. You end it, or you ensure that no reasoned discussion will take place to begin with. You imply a threat of force against anyone who should dare, within class or without, to differ from what you have set down as what all right-thinking human beings must accept.

How destructive is this? 
There are sins, and there are sins. The pitcher who fails to keep himself in good condition serves up a cripple pitch, and the batter deposits it into the bleachers. The priest lets his mind wander and disappoints his parishioners by his inattention. The professor cobbles together an article from two or three sources but never bothers to consult the most important. These sinners fail by deficiency.

That is not the case with the mob. The pitcher "cuts" the ball on his belt buckle to make his pitch dance, hiding his violation from the umpire. The professor, giving way to partisan inclination, tweaks the results of one of his sources, and raids another which he does not name. These sinners cheat, but their hypocrisy still recognizes, at least in theory, the good wherein they participate.

The batter runs the bases backwards. The professor takes a bullhorn and marches around campus, crying out, "Death to Patriarchy!" The priest interrupts the procession to dance with a man in drag, and to give the hosts of the Eucharist to a clown, to juggle. Here we have something worse than the poor show, or the cheat. We have the spoilsport, the travesty, the sacrilege. We do not have a bad baseball game. We have no game at all. We do not have a slipshod religious procession. We have no religious procession. 
And we do not have a college, the sacred space set aside for the sake of truth. We have a tremendously expensive vacant lot for use by political mobs.

Remember What They Are

I assume that no sane person would have his financial blood drawn down to the dregs to support a vacant lot trampled by mobs. The public does have an interest in the sacred space of the college, and in its protection. Though the irony may be lost on our secular contemporaries, who seem to believe that the true university sprang like Athena full-grown from the head of a doper at Berkeley fifty-odd years ago, we may end up owing the survival of reason and its sanctuary to Christians, who invented the institution in the first place.

May owe—if professors, students, and administrators of Christian colleges remember what they are. For at my college right now, that Corpus Christi procession I imagined was forbidden, on the grounds that it might be "divisive," but political demonstrations enjoy official sanction and approval. Hey hey, ho ho.

Anthony Esolen teaches English at Thomas More College in Merrimack, New Hampshire, and is the author of many books, including Defending Marriage: Twelve Arguments for Sanity (St. Benedict Press), Life Under Compulsion (ISI Books), Real Music: A Guide to the Timeless Hymns of the Church (Tan, with a CD), and Out of the Ashes: Rebuilding American Culture (Regnery). He has also translated Dante's Divine Comedy (Random House). He is a senior editor of Touchstone.

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