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						"When a culture is rich enough and 
						inherently complex enoughto afford redundancy of nurturers, but eliminates them 
						as an extravagance
 or loses their cultural services through heedlessness of 
						what is being lost,
 the consequence is self-inflicted cultural genocide."
 
						  
						Jane Jacobs, "Unwinding Vicious 
						Spirals,"from her last book, Dark Age Ahead (2004)
 @               In 
						his campaign running for governor in the California 2006 
						election, Peter Camejo appeared at a bookstore event in 
						San Francisco early this recent July.  Camejo, on the 
						Green ticket, had been Ralph Nader's running mate in the 
						2004 presidential election.  Speaking in San Francisco, 
						he still protested the tax reductions and other Bush 
						years' privileges so disproportionately benefiting 
						corporate America.  Camejo recited statistics on those 
						corporate benefits, along with his steady incredulity 
						that so many Americans scarcely begin to know these 
						things.                In 
						the Q-&-A that followed, I got the first question.  I 
						asked:  if it's true that so many are unable to connect 
						local lives to America's larger corporate tilt, wouldn't 
						he key this incapacity to our corporate academe.  It's 
						in our universities, above all, that all learn to fit 
						specializations.  It's there, thanks to academic 
						departments in their isolations from each other, that 
						all learn the habits of not making connections 
						outside.  Did he have anything in his newest book also 
						going into our imaginative fix from corporate academe?               
						Peter Camejo looked at me a long moment, startled.  Then 
						he admitted he'd never thought about this – had never 
						written anything about it – but he liked hearing this 
						point.  And promptly he did something he apparently 
						couldn't help himself from doing.  Spurred to thinking 
						himself of what's wrong with our schools, he volunteered 
						that too many kids in California have no idea of even 
						most basic finance – matters that so benefit the rich 
						who do know.  He wanted schools to remedy this by 
						requiring all kids to pass courses in basic finance.  He 
						added, too, that he would love to see required courses 
						in environmentalism.  Happy with these fixes, he went on 
						to the next questioner.               I 
						like Peter Camejo.  I'll vote for him.  But good as he 
						is – especially on the ways corporate interests arrange 
						everything for their own short-term profits – I felt as 
						let down as Charlie Brown having trusted that this 
						time Lucy finally, really would hold the ball. 
						Camejo, however, could not help but respond to a 
						question on our habits of specialization with but eager 
						suggestions of his own for specialized additions.               A 
						couple weeks later, on July 17 and 18, the San 
						Francisco Chronicle ran a two-part series newly 
						revealing massive cronyism and pay-offs for top 
						administrators across the state-wide system of the 
						California State University.  This seemed droll 
						repetition in view of the fact this same paper had 
						recently printed a series of stories in previous months 
						on a similar payoff culture for those atop the parallel 
						University of California system.  A comedy analogy fit:  
						the CSU administrators, like those at UC, posed in the 
						same classic, poker face innocence when caught.  In both 
						systems current and retiring administrators were getting 
						free hundred-thousand-dollar and more extra years' 
						salaries and other gifts.  The CSU system was upping UC 
						now by awarding departing administrators tenure-track 
						teaching positions, even those with no teaching 
						credentials to compete with real professor candidates 
						who have to face real competition for such sinecures.  
						But the administrators weren't just feigning innocence:  
						they actually protested that, in corporate culture, the 
						top quite normally requires payoffs.               
						The extents of corporate normalcy in academe came out 
						even more July 21, when news surfaced that the state's 
						Board of Regents for the UC system had concluded that 
						the UC's 60 individuals most recently awarded more than 
						$1 million in extra compensation could all keep their 
						freebies.  The Regents decided to accept this 
						administrative largesse because, they said, those 
						awarded their extra-legal bennies had done nothing wrong 
						themselves.  They'd only accepted their gifts.  And for 
						the UC system's president's office, which had given out 
						and largely hidden these awards, the Regents decided to 
						punish no one in any way. 
						If any of this seems odd, we can go 
						back to the good depth of tradition where the American 
						privileged have always shown their frauds in veneers of 
						gentility.  Such comedies go back to the humorists of 
						Yankee New England and the Old Southwest, who all in 
						loveliest – and new – American vernacular wit mocked the 
						pre-Civil War elites. Such scripts go forward to Mark 
						Twain, needling the same mock proprieties in his pages a 
						generation and more later.  They go into the twentieth 
						century via the Keystone Cops, Mack Sennett, Harold 
						Lloyd, Laurel and Hardy, and the Marx Brothers upending 
						their era's parlor elites – and on to yet more 
						evolutions of beatniks, hippies, yippies, and more 
						railing on at the pufferies and frauds predictably ever 
						in power's genteel guises. 
						The cycles of corporate theater might 
						well be comedic today, too, except for how the scripts 
						most truly propelling our self-privileged powers have 
						now been exploding all-too-literally in all-too-obvious, 
						over-the-top violence.  In Iraq our inept, 
						ideologically-driven, and reckless militarism has only 
						been upping its cycles of death – more than a hundred 
						deaths every day in an interlocked chaos of insurgency 
						war, Baghdad civil war, and Arabic-population-wide Sunni 
						and Shiite sectarian war.  And when that could scarcely 
						be worse, Israel, Lebanon, and Palestinian Gaza 
						similarly erupted in violence – rounds of rounds of 
						death and destruction just as in Iraq subsidized by 
						American taxpayers – by us who pay nothing for peace, 
						but who give more than $3 billion to Israel every 
						year for its fighter jets, guided missiles, 
						tanks, combat bulldozers, and attack helicopters to 
						enable it to go on seizing ever-more Arab land, 
						occupying it with ever-more Jewish settlers, building 
						ever-higher walls for rump pockets of Palestinians 
						ever-further cut off from their traditional lands and 
						orchards, which are in turn ever-continuously razed by 
						the tanks and bulldozers for which we pay. 
						Like some mad Sorcerer's 
						Apprentice, the cycles go on – along with ever-more 
						rage among the native Arab populations throughout the 
						region – a region of dictatorships who owe their 
						existence to us – to our good American subsidies 
						enabling their pockets of pampered privilege and cruel 
						tyranny.  It's we good Americans who pay for their 
						police states and militaries – from Egypt to Jordan to 
						Saudi Arabia – super-arming them, buffeting their 
						leaders' families in luxury, training their secret 
						police in surveillance and torture techniques:  all for 
						their elites to collude with ours. 
						It's not so far from our academics' 
						inoculations for mutual isolations that we get at home 
						to the more-obviously militarized inoculations a 
						parellel set of our corporate types delivers abroad.  
						Comedy doesn't help much, or console, either, now that 
						most Americans accept this corporate culture gone amuck 
						– accept it simply for the entitlement gildings that 
						swathe all of us in those same genteel conceits we used 
						to know to deride. 
						              In her last book, 
						Dark Age Ahead, Jane Jacobs described American 
						higher education as having given up educating and taken 
						up instead what she termed "credentialing."  The 
						corporate textbook types took over, and the systems 
						designers, and the emissaries for corporate contracts.  
						One only needed to get credentialed to assume one's own 
						place in this hegemony. "The more successful 
						credentialing became as a growth industry," Jane Jacobs 
						wrote, "the more it dominated education."  Students in 
						this behemoth necessarily became "less interested in 
						learning than in doing the minimum work required to get 
						by and get out."  Students, too, she saw, yet desired 
						real connections, and the literacy for that, but even 
						they, she thought, were now "despairing of institutions 
						that seemed to think of them as raw material to process 
						as efficiently as possible rather than as human beings 
						with burning questions and confusions about the world."Jane Jacobs died not 
						long after the 2004 publication of her last book.  She 
						was at least spared having to see how right she was – 
						how blindly and smugly we're geared to what she 
						foreboded as Dark Ahead |