Higher Education, Higher Bankruptcy

                      Higher Education, Higher Bankruptcy

             Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 10/7/18

Six weeks after turning 20, I walked onto the campus of the University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg.  Somehow I sensed that I had found myself.  Not that the junior college I had attended had failed to stretch or inspire me.  It, too, was a remarkable place.  East Central Jr. College in Decatur, Mississippi had reminded me of Daniel Webster’s remark about his beloved Dartmouth, “She may be small, but there are those of us who love her.”

            Southern Miss, though, was a growing university, already bigger than Ole Miss or Mississippi State.  I had never seen a village, as it were, known for the splendor of Greek architecture, whether in its classroom buildings, the dome-clad administrative building, the president’s home, or even student dorms.  The buildings seemingly pointed to high purpose.  Their columns pointed you to things beyond your present world, things like a better world.

            Ninety miles to the north where I had grown up, one rarely saw resplendent buildings.  Our glory was mostly futuristic: the fresh meat we would enjoy for a few months after killing hogs or the beautiful sight of the garden and the fields after all the crops were “laid by,” left to grow while we anticipated harvest.

            There was present glory, of course.  We had neighbors up and down the road who cared for each other, and plenty of food although almost everything else was always in short supply.  As for architecture, even the smallest country churches had steeples that pointed gloriously upward, a reality that had an unrealized effect on us. 

            Entering the university campus was a life-changing experience. The buildings and grounds around me held promise.  They would deepen my understanding of history and of the importance of beauty.  They would remind me that someone had the vision and foresight to build fair gardens like this campus in order for youths to prepare themselves to do their part in advancing civilization.  They would deepen my respect for my father who was so smart, so well read, and so interested in the world, yet so bound by responsibilities that he would never have dreamed of walking onto a university campus.

             I know, these are all high-flung thoughts.  Today, that American institution called the university cares little for high-flung thoughts or tradition.  To the modern university, tradition is a shackle, certainly not an inspiration.  Not so in European nations.  For all their wrongheadedness (globalism, incurable love for monarchy’s remnants, the near expulsion of Christianity), at least they don’t tear down buildings just because they are 15 years old.  Not ruled by total pragmatism, their appreciation of landmarks and of history exceeds that of America by light years.

            One wonders if there’s any easy cure for what’s wrong with the university.  Serious students will excel in spite of the university’s weaknesses, but what about the masses, those students who are there without any future vision, who have no sense of anything transcendent, and are therefore drawn to the protest movements, the party scene, and the outlandish “new way of viewing life” such as transgenderism, “fluidity,” and other “alternative life styles.”  There was a time when professors and administrators held students to tough standards.  Get your tails to the library or go back home.  We’re here not just for you but also for the future of the nation and of civilization.

            Universities are now in an intellectual crisis.  Having essentially abandoned their original purpose of liberal education and of becoming an enlightened “friend of man” as Aquinas put it, they are stuck in career ed (for which few people need a university), in sanctuary from the outer world, and in sports mania.  Families go into debt for this?  Examine the course offerings of a major university.  Compare the direction of academia today to the vision of the great Catholic theologian and educator, Cardinal John Henry Newman.

            The university is being replaced by “university life.”  Scholarship is being replaced by the indoctrination of equality, diversity, social justice, and cultural cleansing.  The therapeutic turn of higher education has led to the infantilization of university students.  Across the country there is a head-spinning array of practices intended to make university students feel “safe.”  Many universities are providing chill-out rooms.  Harvard Medical School and Yale Law School allow therapy dogs in their libraries.  Emotional fragility is the order of the day.  Universities are teaching fear, not courage.

            Droll thoughts, I realize.  But ask university students if their thought world is being challenged, or if their love for life or for anything outside of themselves is being deepened.  Financial bankruptcy is one thing, but intellectual/spiritual bankruptcy is quite another and is much sadder.

Roger Hines

10/3/18

           

             

Wishing Women Well

                                  Wishing Women Well

               Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 9/30/18

            I’m thinking a great deal about women teachers these days, their school year still lying before them.  In fact, I’m going to sing their praises since I know from close experience how important and how unheralded they are.

            Why women teachers?  Frankly, because their influence on me and the debt I owe them is beyond measure.  I’m not referring to the teachers who taught me, though I also owe them a great debt of gratitude, but to female colleagues past and present.  I’m grateful for the men with whom I’ve taught over the years.  Coaches, particularly, are my heroes.  But in the two states, six schools and three colleges I’ve taught in, the women teachers have outnumbered the men more than two to one.  Individually and as a group, these women bear several distinctives.

            Some readers will view the following observations as condescending.  Sorry.  I still open and close the car door for my wife and intend to do so until I’m bent double.  Others might think these observations are out of step with modern times.  I certainly hope so.  There are many things about our exciting present world which I hope I never adapt to such as declining manners, vulgar language, our nation’s passionate love affair with alcohol, and all of the outlandish talk about choosing our gender.  In many ways the present age is better; in many ways it isn’t.

            But regarding women, it’s a long way from the ‘70s cry, “I am woman; hear me roar” to the contemporary “Me Too” movement.  Gloria Steinem, in her first issue of “Ms Magazine” declared, “A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.”  Turns out, quite a few women now need the help of men and other women alike to bolster their claims of past male misbehavior.

            I’ve been surrounded by women my entire life.  Here’s how: one mother, ten sisters, fifteen nieces, one wife, two daughters, two daughters-in-law, six granddaughters, and over 400 stellar women in the teaching profession.  Except for the ten sisters, such a scenario is not uncommon for most other men in teaching.

            For what they are worth, here are four conclusions I’ve drawn from working among females.

            One, they are as protective of men as men supposedly are of women.  OK, risky language for these overly sensitive times, but most female teachers, married or not, parents or not, possess a Mama Bear complex.  To me this is joyous.  The first year I taught school, every woman in the building encouraged and “looked after” me and two other male neophytes.  My second year, at age 23 at an all black school, dear female teachers who knew my unstated and un-discussed mission for being there would say, “Mr. Hines, we gonna look out for you and you gonna be alright.”  Lord, I loved those women and still do.

            Women teachers tend to “look out” for their male students as well as for the coaches and all other male teachers.  Such an attitude makes for a productive and enviable workplace.

            Two, their sense of self and self-confidence is neither fragile nor undeveloped.  Women teachers are tough.  You will probably never hear a female teacher demand “safe space” or “sanctuary.”  You might hear a big 6-foot boy beg for safe space from his female teacher.  One of the pleasures of life is seeing a petite female teacher dress down a big, tall, smarty pants boy, reducing him to fear.

            Three, their families perch at the front of their minds.  Please get this.  Female teachers with families deal with children or teens all day, go home and serve their families, and then at 9:30 or 10:00 PM sit down to prepare or review for their next day of teaching.  Standing before people to teach requires ongoing thought and preparation.  Am I trying to evoke sympathy for female teachers?  Yes.  They manage two operations, a family and a full teaching load.  So, of course, do non-teaching working women, but right now I’m celebrating teachers.

            Four, like my wife Nancy, most women teachers could run the world.  Organization and execution are two of their greatest strengths.

            Oh, Nancy, I see you denying yourself, pouring your life into the lives of a husband and four children.  Betty Gray, Sue Gandy, Stella Ross, Jeanette McCloud, and Carla Northcutt, you my five female supervisors, I see you lending your inestimable intelligence and energy to Cobb County Schools, making a mark that still is apparent today.

            God, please bless all of our women teachers and please give them a good school year.

Roger Hines

9/26/18

           

The Augusts of My Life

                                 The Augusts of My Life

               Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 9/9/18

            With the exception of three years, I have entered a public school or college classroom every August of my life since 1950.

            Pardon the excursion into numerology, but that’s sixty-nine Augusts minus three which equals sixty-six.  Of those sixty-six Augusts, sixteen were spent as a student; fifty were spent on the other side of the desk.

            Today in London, England I am pondering those fifty Augusts that began in 1966. This, my fiftieth August year, is being interrupted by a brief vacation.

            Yes, I ponder.  Why have I given fifty Augusts to teaching youths and young adults about language, literature, English history, and writing?  Why have I pointed students to merry England, English poets, and the grandeur of London, that beacon of western civilization?  Of what good is teaching English literature?  Who actually thinks youths can be dragged from their technology long enough to learn, much less appreciate what things were like before technology enveloped us all?  What do English studies have to do with gainful employment?

            More personally, how did I go from southern country boy to lover of England and a teacher of poetry and all things British?  Good grief!  My youth was spent hoeing, castrating calves, cleaning barns and chicken houses, picking cotton, digging potatoes, and wringing chickens’ necks in time to have chicken for supper.  Since I enjoyed every day of it, how did Shakespeare, Tennyson, Charles Dickens, and Churchill wiggle their proper selves through my mundane existence into my brain and soul?

            They had some help, and not just from my parents and teachers.  Up and down a country road, farmers and their wives lived, practiced, and exemplified the contemplative life.  They may have never heard of England’s William Wordsworth but they believed that “the world is too much with us / getting and spending we lay waste our powers / little we see in nature that is ours.”

            Those farmers also cared about what was going on in the truly “outside” world.  They had endured the Great Depression and sent sons to the second Great War.  They had plenty to contemplate.  Contemplate and speak of it all, they did.

            It was a Greek non-writer, Socrates, who said, “The unexamined life is not worth living,” but it was the many British writers who, like Tennyson, urged contemplation and challenged readers to “to seek a newer world / to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”  Hobson Harvey may have been the only farmer on Old Highway 80 ever to quote Tennyson, but all of them would drop poetic lines from time to time, indicating that somewhere along the way the poets of yesteryear had reached them.

            For the questions raised in the fourth paragraph above, I found answers many Augusts ago.  I saw the answers writ large on the faces of high schoolers as far back as the late sixties.  It was obvious, and still is in this fiftieth August year, that youths need the contemplation that the study of literature provides.  I’ve learned that college students as well need and can find answers for life’s deepest questions (meaning and purpose) in literature and in the thoughtful discussion of it.  Sports, malls, and pleasures of all sorts can provide needed respite and relieve stress, but they don’t deal with life’s deepest questions.  Literature does.  In a fashion, so can history. 

            I’m glad I stayed in teaching.  Twice I almost quit.  Yes, what most drives teachers from teaching is students and what most keeps teachers in teaching is students as well.  Learning that former student Harold Melton was installed this week as Chief Justice of the Georgia Supreme Court was an emotional delight.  Melton was a prince if I ever saw one.  Running into former students who have successfully maintained a small business is just as satisfying.  Both the Harold Meltons and the Average Joes can keep a teacher going.

            Tomorrow we go to Downing Street.  No doubt a guide or a brochure will resurrect Disraeli, Gladstone, Churchill, and Thatcher, and let them say a few words.  But for all the contributions that Prime Ministers have made, the poets and the natural world they pointed us to have prodded the soul more.  As Wordsworth put it, “One impulse from a vernal wood / May teach you more of man / Of moral evil and of good / Than all the sages can.”

            Next week it’s back to the books and resumption of the fiftieth August since, as the American poet Frost reminded us, “the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.”

Roger Hines

9/5/18

           

                   

           

Long Live the Nations

                                                Long Live the Nations

               Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 9/2/18                   

Is denialism a word?  If not, let’s make it one, defining it as the mental state of those who absolutely cannot (will not?) accept a verifiable reality.

 Denialism is a condition marked by an irrational refusal to accept the reality of a historical event such as, say, a presidential election. Those afflicted with this condition, the deniers, are off the rails, seemingly beyond help. Their condition leads to blindness, obstinacy, and incurable anger.    

One example of this affliction is former Secretary of Labor Robert Reich.  Bill Clinton’s former cabinet member declared this week that the Trump presidency should be annulled.  Asserting that Robert Mueller’s findings could prove Trump colluded with the Russians to win the election, Reich went on to argue that such findings would further prove that Trump’s presidency “was therefore not authorized under the U.S. Constitution.”   

Such a leap of logic and such hazy words are the reason God made lawyers.  Lawyers, since they traffic in hazy English, could probably understand Reich’s logic and explain how annulment would be effectuated, but for us simple lay people it’s clear that Mr. Reich and many other deniers cannot accept the fact that Donald Trump was elected President.  Twenty-two months after that election, Reich and other Trump-haters are still shaking their heads, protesting, crying, hurling epithets toward Pennsylvania Avenue, and plotting.

            My question is what do Reich and others who are similarly afflicted think of those who put Trump in office?  We know the answer.  Those who put Trump in office are the unwashed, the non-college graduates, working folks, people of faith, neo-Confederates, Southerners and mid-landers, non-readers, NASCAR fans, and closet segregationists.  You might call them deplorables.

            Oh yeah, they’re also America First types and “nativists,” or nationalists.

            This last designation – nationalists – to whom the media is unwilling to grant personhood, is the reason Trump won and deniers lost.  As in Europe, so is there in America a nationalist/populist insurgency, a sentiment that rejects globalism and argues for sovereign nations.  On the rise across the globe, nationalism is actually a simple cry for localism, for a place in the sun where people of like values, traditions, and customs can live, work, and raise their families.

            When John Kerry was running for president, his wife Theresa Heinz declared she was a globalist.  When George W. Bush and Barack Obama were serving as president, they governed as globalists.  “We’re a global economy,” they both preached.  “Those jobs are not coming back.”

            Well, jobs do come back when different leaders with different policies prevail.  Nationalism is the reason Britain broke from the European Union.  It is the political force that has been felt in Italy, France, Austria, India, and Japan.  Under-represented and unnoticed for too long, the world’s deplorables are speaking out.

            What was communism other than the forceful gathering up of small European nations and placing them into a “union” of Soviets?  Communism ran roughshod over small nation states with their own languages, borders, and culture.

 If there was ever a fake nation, it was Yugoslavia, a post-World War I concoction of six republics with five languages, three religions and two alphabets.  Wish my Italian sister-in-law could tell you about it.  As the joke goes, there was never but one Yugoslav and that was Tito, the Yugoslavian dictator.  When Tito died in 1980, Yugoslavia died with him as at least six nations began to re-assert their cultural identity.

Donald Trump’s rise to power, like Britain’s exit from the EU, was brought about by a renewed spirit of nationalism.  Like it or not, the cry, “Build the Wall,” is no different from the cry of the Balkan states who wished to establish anew just who they were.

Democrat, Republican, and media elites are nervous.  Deplorables actually scare them.  Poor students of history, the elites seem not to know that nationalism freed the Soviet Union satellites from Russian domination thirty years ago.  Deplorables believe nationalism will free them from lost jobs, open borders, lawless illegal aliens, and bad trade deals. 

There’s hope.  The U.S. and Mexico have reached a deal on trade.  What happened to the trade war?

Those deplorables (the normals) are smart.  Unlike the deniers, they understand the meaning of nation, community, and culture.  They know that nationalism is not at odds with free markets and that it has often nourished resistance to tyranny.

How interesting. If the near future belongs to nationalists, it automatically belongs to the deplorables who understand manual labor and geo-politics as well.

Who would have thunk it?

Roger Hines

8/29/18

           

Late Summer Musings …

                                Late Summer Musings …

               Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 8/26/18

            About our Catholic friends. No, the Catholic Church is not down and out because of the recent accounts about priests, bishops, archbishops and cardinals who have allegedly committed dreadful sins.  Radio talk show host Hugh Hewitt, a devout Catholic and a conservative commentator, and Mark Thiessen, former speech writer for President George W. Bush, are being too dire in regard to what the sexual abuse scandal is doing to the church at large.  They foresee a weakened church.

  What percentage of Catholic priests do you suppose has engaged in sexual misconduct?  What percentage of the Cardinals has overlooked it?  I believe I could guarantee that the percentage of misbehaving protestant pastors is much higher, yet nobody is declaring that Baptists, Methodists, Lutherans, etc. are finished.

            In the seven Baptist churches of which I have been a member, three of the pastors are strong, faithful men who finished well and are in heaven.  Four are still serving God and practicing what they preach.  I’ve no doubt that they too will finish well. Protestant ministers, because of sexual sins, have been falling like flies all of my life.  This says nothing about the seven pastors I’ve had, and others I know from other denominations.  It is, however, a serious reminder of how ministers and everybody else had better guard their hearts.

             Catholics and I disagree on many things, but not on the deity of Christ.  I bristle at how the media are pointing their fingers at Catholics.  Catholics have been at the front of the pro-life movement.  Like evangelicals, they build schools, hospitals, orphanages, and prison ministries.  They are the largest religious group in America.  Expect the media to beat up on them for another three weeks or so until something else negative pops up.

            About the Governor’s race.  Knowing Brian Kemp, I suspect his campaign handlers had to persuade him to do those television gun commercials, not because of the gun or the message, but because he knows the whole thing was hokey politicking.  Kemp’s not into hokey, contrived things.  He’s a slow talking, serious guy who thinks before he speaks and prefers straightforward communication.  But hokey sometimes wins the day and did in the Republican primary as it did when Sonny Purdue’s campaign dubbed Governor Roy Barnes “King Roy,” the giant rat. Watch, though, as the former state senator and secretary of state sets forth his vision for the state in the next two months.  It will not be hokey.

            Knowing Stacey Abrams, I still say Mr. Kemp needs to be at his best.  The nice, well spoken Ms. Abrams can formulate and deliver a clear, unambiguous compound sentence before a debate opponent can clear his throat.  Never has there been a better display of red versus blue than in this race, but never has there been a larger band of purple that can be swayed either way.  Yes, in Georgia.  Remember that Cobb County, Newt country, went for Hillary Clinton in 2016.

            Probably never before have the philosophical lines been more clearly drawn than in this race.  Abrams is an unapologetic Clintonista; Kemp, an equally unapologetic Trumpster.  This race is George Orwell’s Big Brother versus Calvin Coolidge’s limited government.  It is socialism versus federalism.  If, during debates, there is any degree of backing away from the candidate’s base in order to woo purple voters, it will be Abrams who does so.  Kemp will not budge.

            About the President and the media.  I’m sorry, but President Trump’s fighting back with the media is doing my heart good.  Anyone old enough to look back and survey the media’s recent history knows that Presidents Kennedy, Clinton, and Obama were the media’s darlings, all Democrats.  Not so with Democrats Johnson and Carter.  Hmmm, was Johnson too much barbeque and Carter too much peanuts?  Probably.  But Nixon, Reagan, and both Bushes, all Republicans, were nipped at constantly by the networks and the nation’s largest newspapers.  

            Except for sending out his vice-president to label the media “nattering nabobs of negativism,” Nixon did little other than fume.  Reagan resisted, successfully, with his humor.  The Bushes, gentlemen both, endured it.  But Trump isn’t willing to take it.  Little wonder.  Nipping has been turned into resistance and outright attack, with such verbal lobs as “treasonous,” “mentally disabled,”  “traitorous,” “racist,” and much more.

            The media has hidden behind the 1^st Amendment long enough.  “Free press” doesn’t mean that the press cannot be criticized.  Objective journalism and commentary have turned into carping.  May the President’s bold response to it continue.

Roger Hines

8/21/18      

           

Postmodernism and What Lies Beyond It

                     Postmodernism and What Lies Beyond It

               Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 8/19/18

            If the ancient Greeks were man thinking and the Romans were man doing, then we Americans are far more Roman than Greek.  A frontier people, we started out by clearing a path and using the wood to build minimal shelters.  The name of the game wasn’t “What is man?” or “What is truth?”  It was “Where shall we find our supper?”

            But Americans are Greek as well.  We’re capable of questioning and pursuing thought about non-material things.  Freedom and representative democracy are non-material concepts and we prize them highly.  Let us embrace, then, the term “Greco-Roman” and acknowledge that both of those ancient traditions have not simply influenced, but shaped us. 

            Also participant in our formation and in the continuance of what we call American values, the Judeo-Christian ethic has landed more deeply into the American psyche than has all the thought of Greece and Rome combined.  If the foundational American ethic didn’t come from Moses and Jesus, from whom did it come? 

The Roman in us doesn’t care much for philosophy.  It wants to get outside and build something.  But the Greek in us does, and the Greeks were right: all that we think and say has philosophical underpinnings.    

            One of the most puzzling and depressing philosophical terms used today is the term “postmodernism.”  Ever wondered what happened to church steeples or why school buildings are so flat and lacking in personality?  Why our dress no longer bespeaks respect or pride?  Why self-esteem replaced self-denial?  Philosophy did it.  Philosophy precedes and surrounds everything we adopt or do.  Current beliefs and the practices that flow from them and influence politics, education, religion and even architecture can no longer be called modern.  They are postmodern.  The modern 20^th century, America’s century, is gone.

            According to most historians, the early modern world began with the Industrial Revolution.  Machines and automation changed us, but not our basic beliefs about God and man.  Fast cars, fast living, and television didn’t diminish faith. Not until the late 20^th century, that is.  So different is our nation from 1960 that a new label is necessary.  That label is postmodernism.

            At the heart of postmodernism lie abandonment, deconstruction, and death: abandonment of stability and social structures such as the nuclear family and deconstruction of definitions such as those of truth, marriage, and even gender.  In churches we’ve seen the death of icons.  Who needs to see crosses anymore?  Give us drums.  In schools, joy is absent.  Success is shown by data.  All things are measurable.  Test those kids!  Forget the joy.  In architecture, it’s functionality only and the absence of ornament.  Give us stark, angular buildings and outrageous design.

            Our literature is postmodern as well. It has turned inward and introspective.  If Ernest Hemingway’s characters were troubled, at least they were trying to figure the world out.  Contemporary, postmodern authors and movie makers present characters who are beyond redemption and hope.  Instead of heroes, we’re given anti-heroes. 

            In postmodernism, everything is relative.  All things are based on perception.  Instead of truth, it’s “my truth” and “your truth.”  Instead of male and female, it’s “whatever gender you identify with.”  (I learned this personally by visiting the local Target store to ask about their bathroom use policy.)  The question is no longer “Where does the truth lie?”  It’s “How do you feel?”

As C.S. Lewis wrote in The Abolition of Man, “We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise.”   Enthroning multiculturalism, we are deserting faith in ideas, values, and norms of our own Western culture, that is, Greco-Roman and Judeo-Christian culture.  Instead of progressing toward once universal goals such as justice, knowledge, and freedom, we now advance “inclusion,” arguing that all ideas are created equal.

Even the word “media” has fallen to postmodernism.  It actually means “between us,” implying the objective connecting of the public to something else.  The media itself is now the something else.  CNN doesn’t give the news.  Its reporters and commentators are the news.

Christopher Butler of Oxford University believes postmodernism is dying.  Men without chests can simply grow tired and weary, longing once again for an age that had a spiritual element and meaning.  We should hope Butler is right.  America’s half-century of postmodernism has produced more suicides than any other period on record.

Man can stand the loss of almost anything except the loss of meaning.  Perhaps beyond postmodernism lies hope and beauty that all of us are still capable of recognizing and desiring.

            Just some thoughts.  With our kids and grandkids in mind.

Roger Hines

8/14/18

Georgia Republicans, Beware

                         Georgia Republicans, Beware

               Published in Marietta (GA) Daily Journal, 8/12/18                                  

Ten springs ago writer Selena Montgomery came to my English class at Chattahoochee Technical College to talk about writing.  Her visit was a rousing success for herself and the class as well.   

            Montgomery and I had met in Atlanta just months before at the state Capitol.  We learned that we had similar backgrounds and interests.  She was a writer, a lawyer, and a state representative.  I was a former state representative and a teacher, though at the time, I was working for the Speaker of the Georgia House of Representatives.

            It would be inaccurate to say we had become close friends.  Our conversations were actually rare, though generally lengthy.  Of different races, we grew to respect each other even though we realized right away that we were on different sides of the political fence, in name and in philosophy.  Montgomery was a Democrat; I was a Republican.  I had been educated in Mississippi.  She, too, grew up in Mississippi and went on to obtain her law degree from Yale Law School.

            Standing before my English Composition class, this lady was spellbinding.  She said something; she paused.  She looked around; she then landed her eyes on the students right beneath her speaker’s stand.  She was an intense listener.  She was winsome.  I sensed that her outstanding communication skills were natural gifts.  The ease and authority with which she spoke were not practiced.

            As is the case in many technical colleges, the age difference among the students in the college freshman class was vast.  The majority of the class were 18 and 19, but a good third of the students were in their late twenties and thirties.  The two oldest class members were in their 50s.  Ms. Montgomery acknowledged this age difference as she spoke about the art of writing, adeptly asking questions and using illustrations that applied to younger adults and then to the older ones.

            “We talk more than we write,” she asserted, “but learning to write well will definitely heighten your thinking and your spoken English.  Think about that the next time you’re having an interview, trying to get a date, or trying to get your kids to move closer to you so that you can see the grandkids more often.”

            Having already taught English for 42 years, I watched and listened with amazement as this young woman skillfully stated what she had to say. I was learning from her.  I was also very pleased with myself for having invited her to the class.

            At the Capitol on the House Floor, Montgomery was known as Stacey Abrams.  Already an author, using the pen name Selena Montgomery, Abrams rose fast in the Georgia House. Eventually, she became House Minority Leader.  Her speeches in the House were as lucid as her stellar teaching in my classroom.  She is now the Democratic nominee for Governor.

            Lately, media pundits have been claiming that Americans are divided because they are “defined by their ideology.”  But how can we not be so defined?  Why should we not be?  If ideology is one’s set of beliefs, what else best “defines” us?

            Perhaps the pundits need Ms. Abrams to help them with better word choices.  As most people are (pundits as well), Abrams is guided by a set of beliefs.  Maybe the pundits are trying to say we are not respectful of those whose ideology is different from our own.

            Ms. Abrams’ ideology is clear. It is, I believe, the reason she will not be elected Governor.  She has vowed to protect abortion rights and has received recognition from Planned Parenthood.  She supports “marriage equality” and expansion of gun regulation.  She believes in ending the death penalty.  She has opposed both religious liberty legislation and the strengthening of voter ID laws.  Already she is the darling of progressives across the country.

            As talented and sincere as Abrams is, she still is not likely to find that most Georgia voters share her ideology.  Republicans best be careful, however.  The likeability factor always looms big in politics, and Ms. Abrams is likeable.  Unlike many progressives, she is eloquent without being rabid.

            I haven’t read any of Selena Montgomery’s books.  Reviewers call them romantic suspense novels.  Their covers indicate that they are pure erotica.  I hope not.  Stacey Abrams has too much to offer to be titillating readers with lurid novels.

            If she loses the Governor’s race, I hope she teaches English.  She would rise there as well.  Meanwhile, Republicans have a formidable foe.  There is much they could learn from her.

Roger Hines

8/8/18