“Education was the gateway to opportunity for me. It was the gateway for Michelle. And now more than ever, it is the gateway to a middle-class life.”
--President
Barack Hussein Obama,
It
used to be enshrined in the hallowed pantheons of conventional wisdom that as
an American in America there are no formidable limits to what
you can achieve as long as you set your mind to it. This in a nutshell has been the traditional
essence of the proverbial American Dream.
Ironically,
while Pres. Obama aptly pointed to education as a valuable tool in pursuit of
that dream, in the same teleprompter frame he denigrated the tool as nothing
more than a gateway to mediocrity, the essence of “a middle class life.” Pres. Obama being himself a highly educated
man, I cannot divine for him to consciously diminish the value of higher
education, per se.
It therefore stands to
reason that wittingly or unwittingly, he was setting the fetters that would
circumscribe the domain over which the American Dream can be pursued without
violating the unwritten protocols of “fairness,” one of the most invoked concepts
by Pres. Obama himself. He had given
unmistakable notice that downsizing the American Dream is integral to the
agenda of his second term. This was the
functional equivalent of the open microphone pledge
of “flexibility” to Vladimir Putin when he
“told
Russian President Dmitry Medvedev that, after he is reelected, and never
has to face the voters again, he will have the "flexibility" to make
a deal with Russia on missile defense systems.”
There are compelling
reasons for President Obama to advocate a damning down of the quality of
college education, which in and of itself already desperately needs to be
rescued from its less than sterling quality.
As Rush
Limbaugh emphasized, in his ever so deliciously succinct patentable way, in
order to get re-elected
“. . . Obama is trying to
put together a majority coalition made up of the least-informed people in this
country, and, in some cases, maybe the dumbest? He's not targeting the brains
of our society. He may figure he has academia all wrapped up, but, I mean, his
big electoral push is for the mental midgets in this country . . . He's
really coalescing the Moron Vote. He's banking on the fact that of the universe
of Americans who vote, that there's a winning majority of morons in there. . .
.”
I have illustrated earlier
elsewhere (c.f., e.g. pp. 220~221 & 284~285) the deplorable state of
American education. But in a somewhat
different context William E. White
of the Colonial Williamsburg Foundation in a provocatively titled piece proclaiming
Education in America Serves No Purpose
Today,
went on to opine that:
“. . . there is only one purpose for an
education system in a republic: to educate citizens. Anything that distracts us
from that singular objective is destructive to our children and the nation. . .
.
“. . . Without active and
informed citizens, the republic will fail. Over and over again the founding
generation reminded themselves, and us, that an educated citizenry is the fuel
-- the guarantee -- of a strong, vital republic. . . . But our
twenty-first-century schools do everything but train our children to exercise
their civic responsibilities. . . .”
My
firsthand experience with American college education was limited to walking out
midstream of an ESL (English as a Second Language) session in Columbia
University, convinced that my skills in the language was far better than that
of the instructor’s who was a Teaching Assistant of either an Indian or
Pakistani descent, judging from his accent.
The event ended my attempt to land a berth at Lamont-Doherty Earth Observatory for a semester-specific
Research Assistantship. More
importantly, it triggered my escape from the protective cocoon of academia into
the rough and tumble of capitalism’s rat race in the open marketplace.
It
was in this setting that I verified that the education I received before coming
to this country was no slouch compared to what obtains in American colleges. I interfaced with one graduate student from
Brooklyn College finishing up her program for a Master’s degree in Education
who asked me, on spying the book I was reading, “who, or what is Kant”? The question was impressive because I was
part of the first batch of 282 students in a just established state university
in the Philippines where we were thought about the giants of Western Philosophy
in the second semester.
I
came to this country adequately educated after twelve years of sojourn in three
government colleges, in Japan and the Philippines, splendidly spending other
people’s money. As a student, I was the
recipient of one scholarship grant after another. As a member of the faculty, I taught geophysical
engineering with a relatively generous administrative
operating budget of taxpayer funds, and a promise of ad valorem levy on
nationwide gasoline sales to sustain my long term budgetary requirements.
[C.f., chapter 1 pp. 5 ff at http://www.flirtingwithmisadventures.com/aboutthebook.htm].
Assuming
that adulthood starts at age 20, (voting age was 21 when I left the Philippines
in 1974) twelve years represent 25% of my adult life spent in colleges. President Obama’s machinations aside, I claim
to be sufficiently qualified to have an opinion about the value of a college
education, in general regardless of the geographic and cultural setting.
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