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Which Diversity Matters (If Any)?Tuesday, 01-12-2016Julie R. Posselt, an assistant professor in the Center for the Study of Higher and Postsecondary Education at the University of Michigan, has written a new book, Inside Graduate Admissions, about what she observed after obtaining permission to sit in during the meetings of the graduate admissions committees of six highly-ranked departments at three research universities and interview some of their members. I haven’t yet read the book, but it sounds interesting. One of Professor Posselt’s themes is widespread discrimination in admission in favor of everyone but East Asians, against East Asians. I don’t know whether the author herself is upset about this, but some of the reviewers are; they seem to view it as a blow against “diversity.” That’s nonsense, of course. In my experience, the professors on graduate admissions committees really do believe that they should admit grad students of many different ethnicities and colors, and that’s why they discriminate against Asians. They don’t want lower-scoring non-Asians to be squeezed out. I am against double standards too, but for a different reason: Merit. If Asians dominate college admissions so that non-Asians are squeezed out, so be it. Maybe it will motivate non-Asians to work harder. The one kind of diversity that does have some claim to consideration in admissions is diversity of thought. However, this is the sort of diversity that professors don’t believe in. One of Posselt’s anecdotes is most revealing. Admissions committees give enormous weight to GRE scores, and the applicant under consideration certainly looked good by that criterion. The committee also acknowledged that her personal statement reflected the capacity for rigorous independent thought. However, she came from a small religious college. One committee member complained that its faculty were “right-wing religious fundamentalists.” Another joked that the school was “supported by the Koch brothers.” The committee chair said “I would like to beat that college out of her” and asked whether she was a “nutcase.” She wasn’t rejected during that round, but she was during the next. I have found this sort of thing to be all too typical. It may seem bizarre that even though the members of the committee were being observed, they made no effort to conceal their malice against religion. But this is easy to explain. A great many university liberal arts professors view religion as the very definition of bigotry, and dogmatic rejection of faith as the very definition of open-mindedness. It would never occur to most of them that they might seem narrow-minded to an observer. The notion of a bigoted secularist would seem to them a strange paradox. That is why when religious students write to me for advice about getting into grad school, I tell them don’t mention your faith. They can’t be saved from battles, and shouldn’t be; but with luck, the battles can be delayed until they get their foot in the door. Then cry reason and let slip the dogs of argument.
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Putting a Burr under His SaddleMonday, 01-11-2016Today is another reader letter day.Question:During the holidays, I had the opportunity of visiting my hometown and attending a high school reunion. Since it was a Christian school, naturally there was a religious service preceding the reunion proper. One of the organizers -- who did not participate in the service -- approached me afterward to express pleasure that my wife and I participated. His nonchalance struck me, and I guess he must have noticed, because he immediately continued, “I really like what faith can do in a person's life. I obviously don't want to talk with you about this, but I definitely no longer believe in religion.” I asked why he had lost his faith. His answer, which left me mute, is the reason why I'm writing to you. He said: “I've had a good life, therefore I've had no need for religion. I'm sure if I'm ever in problems I'll be able to find comfort in our faith -- I know it's the right thing to do.” After that he excused himself and left to take care of something. I would really like to help this old friend find his way towards what he already knows is “the right thing to do”. How would you recommend I approach the subject? And what could I tell him? Reply:Your friend makes three puzzling remarks: 1. That he doesn’t believe in anything. 2. That he has no need for “religion,” because he has had a good life. 3. That if is ever in trouble, he will seek “comfort” in the faith. I can see why you were nonplussed. You might begin simply by telling him so, and asking whether he would mind if you asked a few questions. Since he gives mixed signals – though he said “I obviously don't want to talk with you about this,” he initiated a conversation about it – you shouldn’t press him if he declines. But if he is willing to hear your questions, then his answers will give you openings to go further. In response to his remark about not believing in anything, you might say, “Maybe you just live day by day, but unless you believed something, you wouldn’t even know how to live day by day. So what do you really believe?” Or perhaps, “I guess you mean you don’t know whether or not there is a God, but you are living as though there is no God. How do you know whether to live as though there is, or as though there isn’t?” Or even this: “It’s impossible not to have any beliefs about anything. Do you mean that although you hold certain beliefs, you have no hope about anything?” In response to his remark about not needing “religion” because he has had a good life, you might ask, “What do you mean by a good life? Do you mean the life that God considers good? Do you mean you have no sin?” Or perhaps, “You say the faith is right, but the faith claims that since God is our ultimate good, without Him we have nothing. Why are you willing to settle for anything less?” Or even this: “When you say you have had a good life, do you mean you have good things? Don’t they leave something to be desired? Haven’t you ever thought, ‘There must be something more’?” In response to his remark that he will seek “comfort” in the faith if he ever falls into troubles, you might ask, “Do you mean that the only reason to pursue God is to have psychological comfort when things become empty? In that case, isn’t your real god psychological comfort?” Or perhaps, “Suppose you did fall into trouble. Since you say you don’t believe in anything, how could you find comfort in God?” Or even this: “If you do think following God is the ‘right thing to do,’ why wait until you get in trouble? Why not do it now?” Don’t let your friend put you on the defensive. In a kind way, put him on it. I don’t mean that you should badger him, which would only make him run, or that you should load him up with theological arguments, which would only make him argue. But do ask gently pointed questions. He needs to be put on the spot; after all, he is the one who insists that he can build his house on sand. The discussion may end inconclusively, because it will not take him long to realize that he has no good answers. That’s all right. If he wants to end the conversation, let him end it. You only need to put a burr under his saddle -- to disturb his complacency.
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RemorselessSunday, 01-10-2016Everyone has a conscience. But most psychologists think that people with “antisocial personality disorder” don’t. For example, Robert D. Hare says they are “completely lacking in conscience and feelings for others,” so that they “selfishly take what they want and do as they please,” violating norms “without the slightest sense of guilt or regret”; their hallmark is “a stunning lack of conscience.” David T. Lykken holds that they have “failed to develop conscience and empathic feelings.” The fourth edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders lists one of the diagnostic criteria for the disorder as “lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another.” The fifth edition says more simply, “lack of remorse after hurting or mistreating another.” The difficulty with such statements is that they treat conscience, guilt, a “sense” of guilt, regret, remorse, and the lack of normal moral feelings as the same thing. The classical natural law tradition distinguishes them. Conscience is not about what we feel, but about what we know. Remorse and regret are not about what we know, but about how we feel about what we know. Guilt is the condition of having done wrong; awareness of guilt is the knowledge of being in this state; and the sense of guilt is a feeling resulting from such knowledge. Considering these distinctions, it should be entirely possible for a person to have a conscience yet have no remorse. The very fact that people with antisocial personality disorder make excuses for their bad behavior shows that they know that right and wrong are different things. A being who didn’t understand the difference wouldn’t even grasp the concept of an excuse. Lykken almost gets my point: “It is an interesting and important fact that most of the diverse criminal types suggested here do tend to justify their conduct in one way or another, at least to themselves. One 15-year old, now residing in a local juvenile facility, took a bus to a suburban neighborhood, hoping to locate a party he had heard about. Unsuccessful, he found that the next bus home would entail an hour’s wait. Having brought his pistol along, he lurked near some cars parked by a store and, when a woman came out with her infant and opened her car door, the boy demanded her keys at gunpoint and drove off. Explaining his offense to the corrections officers, he expressed exasperation: ‘How else was I s’posed to get home, man?’” Why was the boy exasperated? Because he thought he was in the right. Strange as it may seem, he was morally indignant. Sources: Robert D. Hare, Without Conscience (1993);David T. Lykken, The Antisocial Personalities (1995);DSM-IV-TR (2000); DSM-5 (2013).
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Equal Insanity Under LawSaturday, 01-09-2016“Women ... have the talent, capacity, and right ‘to participate equally in the economic and social life of the Nation.’ Their ability to realize their full potential ... is intimately connected to ‘their ability to control their reproductive lives.’ Thus, legal challenges to undue restrictions on abortion procedures ... center on a woman's autonomy to determine her life's course, and thus to enjoy equal citizenship stature.” (Gonzales v. Carhart, 550 U.S. 124 (2007), Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, dissenting.) Translation: Men can’t suffer unwanted pregnancies. Women can. Therefore, in order to be equal to men, women must be able to become un-pregnant. If that argument is logical, why isn’t this one? Women have the ability to become pregnant. Men don’t. Therefore, in order to be equal to women, men must be able to become pregnant. But satire is wasted these days; to get the point, one has to have a sense of the normal. Some people already think pregnancy would be a good idea for men, just as some people think pregnancy is an episodic disease affecting women.
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WomenThursday, 01-07-2016A recent panel of the daily comic strip The Lockhorns depicts the wife saying to the husband, with a knowing smile, “Of course I understand you, Leroy – what would you like to know?” Both men and women tend to assume that women understand men better than men understand either women or themselves. Plainly this is not true in all cases; the misjudgments of young men about young women, and young women about young men, are probably equally awry, though they go wrong for different reasons. And there are things about each sex which must be explained by the other – supposing, of course, that the other has figured them out. On the other hand, women tend to catch on earlier that there is something about the other sex in need of explanation. This is no accident, for there is an inwardness to women which is alien to the male temperament. Typically, men take longer than women do even to realize that they have an interior life; even when they are self-obsessed, they tend to live in a certain sense outside themselves. Still less do they grasp the interior life of women. This difference between our male and female souls is mirrored in the very configurations of our bodies. His has no hidden place. Hers does. As Alice von Hildebrand has remarked, it is even set off with a curtain. The woman powerfully symbolizes for us the mystery of the soul herself. It is no accident that although in English the term is he can be used for either a man or a women, the language has traditionally called the soul a she, not a he or an it.
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Getting WellThursday, 01-07-2016The natural restorative faculties are double-edged swords. Although their natural tendency is to fight illness and infection, they can also bring about new harm. Excessive fever and inflammation may cause organ damage and death. I have been speaking of the restorative faculties of the body, but the soul also has restorative faculties, and these too can cut both ways. For example, a boy deprived of his father will seek other opportunities for male bonding, which is healthy and good; but he may have an excessive craving for the approval of other males, which may do him further harm. Insofar as it is purely natural, even the longing for God has this double-edged quality. There are plenty of evil religions. In a phrase of unforgettable poignancy, C.S. Lewis once described pagan mythology as “gleams of celestial strength and beauty falling on a jungle of filth and imbecility.” Our nature can be fully and perfectly healed only by that which is greater than our nature. The Lewis quotation is from Perelandra, Chapter 16
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From the Undiscovered Notes of John BunyanWednesday, 01-06-2016I wrote this little fable in the style of the author of The Pilgrim’s Progress some years ago to dispel the oppression incident to the writing of a book review. +++++++ + +++++++ I dreamed that when Amoralist saw that he could neither make Pilgrim turn back by the blows of his hammer, nor pierce him with his darts, he left him for a time. And though Pilgrim had been weakened in the battle, he resumed the path, making such time as he could. He came to a crossroads by a pool of water. By one path was a sign with the words, To the City of the King, but the letters were dim, and the light was fading, and he wondered whether his eyes played tricks. Moreover there led out from the crossroads other paths in great number, each in a different direction, some well beaten, but others seemingly little travelled. The sun being low in the sky, and his feet and arms being weary with battle and travel, he said, This is a good place to rest for the night; I will discern my path and take up my journey in the morning. As Pilgrim cupped his hand and lifted water to his lips, he heard a voice saying, Use my dipper instead. And he looked up and saw a man clothed in pilgrim’s habit like himself, who said, I am Compassionate, the steward of the pool. And my pool is called Reflection. Then Pilgrim drank from the dipper as he was bade; but he was not sure whether he were refreshed or not, for the water was cold as death. The face of Compassionate was lined with pity, and he asked, Have you been at war with Apollyon? And Pilgrim replied, Nay, I have not met the one you mention, but indeed I have been at war. Had it not been for my shield, which protected me, I would have perished, for the lies of my foe were as flaming darts and hammerblows to me; and I have passed heaps of bodies that he has crushed. The name of my foe was Amoralist. Compassionate said, That is the one I meant; Amoralist is the name he affects in this age, but of old he was called Apollyon. And he said, Of your courtesy, let me see your shield. So Pilgrim showed him. And when Compassionate saw the King’s Cross on it, he gave it back to Pilgrim, looked sorrowful, and said, I would have you know that although Amoralist is a liar, not everything that he says is a lie. And Pilgrim said, I do not understand. Asked Compassionate, Did he say that the King is dead and that there is no Royal Road? Said Pilgrim, Yes. Asked Compassionate, Did he say that each must hack his own Road through the wilderness, with no authority to hack but that he hacks? Said Pilgrim, Yes. Asked Compassionate, And did he say that to do this, one must be hard and ruthless and commit atrocities, hacking down not only grass and timber, but men and nations and generations that stand in the way? Said Pilgrim, Yes, and that is why we fought; for I was in his way. Then Compassionate said, I would have you know that the last thing Amoralist told you was a lie, but that all the other things were true. Nay, it is not so, said Pilgrim. Nay, but it is, said Compassionate. The King is dead, for if He lived, then he would not suffer those who hack their own Road. There is no Royal Road, for if there were, then the hackers too would be on it. Because there is no Royal Road, each must hack his own path through the wilderness. But because the King is dead, each must do so by no authority but that he hacks. Then declared Pilgrim, But at this very crossroads I saw a sign inscribed, To the City of the King. Asked Compassionate, Do you see it now? And Pilgrim looked, but it had already grown dark and he could not make it out; so he said, No. You see, said Compassionate, it is as I said. Pilgrim wept with the loss of his hope. But Compassionate said, be not dismayed. Though Amoralist told the truth about all those things, yet he lied when he told you that one must be hard and ruthless and commit atrocities. For consider: If one may choose any path, then one may choose the path of Compassion. Consider also this: That although there is no Royal Road, yet there are Royal Helps for those who would choose well; and such is this pool, Reflection, and I am its steward. Pilgrim was confused in his mind, and he asked, Then do you choose this path of Compassion? Said Compassionate, Yes. And then he said, Now sleep; perchance morning will bring you new hope. And I dreamed that Pilgrim lay down to sleep, and as he slept, he dreamed. And he dreamed that in the middle of the night he awoke to find that Compassionate was gone. He prayed, O King, am I to lose not only You and the Royal Road, but Compassion too? And he cried out to the steward of the pool, Where are you? Whereupon the voice of Compassionate returned, I am not far; come here. So Pilgrim rose and stumbled in the direction of the voice, and perceived that he was following a path; though what path it might be, he could not tell, because of the thick darkness. Then he came to a little valley, and at the bottom of the valley was an altar, and on the top of the altar was a fire, and in the light of the fire he saw Compassionate; and from the eyes of Compassionate ran tears; but his face was like the face of Amoralist. This is the Valley of Pity, said the steward; Watch, and you will learn. And as Pilgrim grew accustomed to the firelight, he saw that around the altar was a crowd of the young leading the aged, and a crowd of the well leading the sick, and a crowd of women leading children. As each of the weak ones reached the altar, Compassionate lifted him into the flames, and he was consumed. Then Pilgrim’s bones melted within him, and he cried, These are the atrocities of Apollyon; I passed your work yesterday on the road. But the steward said, No, this is different. For that was the work of hardness, but this is the work of softness; that was the destruction of morality, but this is the creation of morality; that was indifference to suffering, but this is the relief of suffering; that was committing atrocities, but this is making necessary distinctions. For we must sacrifice these in order to give a humane quality of life to those. And Pilgrim swooned, but as he swooned he remembered the oracle which had been told to him by one of the daughters of the Interpreter: When tenderness is detached from the source of tenderness, its logical outcome is terror. Pilgrim remained long in his swoon, but when the sun was halfway up the sky he awoke. Seeing that he lay in a rocky valley beside a broken altar, he did not know whether he had dreamed or not. And the name of the valley was Hinnom, and the name of the altar was Topheth; for he read these things upon a stone that had been set there long ago. Then he hurried back along the path to the pool of Reflection, but when he was almost there, he came up short. For standing beside the pool with his back to Pilgrim was Apollyon, and at the feet of Apollyon, with his head cleaved in, was Compassionate. And Apollyon gloated and laughed over the body, saying, You did good work for me, brother, but I can take over now. And after Apollyon had gone away some distance, Pilgrim approached the pool and turned over the body; and underneath it was a pouch or wallet, with some papers and oddments within it. And one of the papers was inscribed, Doctor; and another was inscribed, Professor; and another bore the owner’s name. But his name was not Compassionate, as he had affected, but Sentimental; moreover, none of the papers appointed him steward of the pool. So Pilgrim pondered these things in his heart. And I dreamed that after Pilgrim had covered the body of Sentimental with rocks, he committed his soul to the King, for he thought, Perchance at the last he repented. The sun was at the zenith, and it glittered from the pool, and it illuminated the sign which he had not been able to make out the night before. And its rays fell full upon the words, To the City of the King; and when Pilgrim saw them again he was astonished. So picking up his shield and sword, he continued on his way.
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