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Tuesday, September 6, 2022

Back in My Time: Thoughts on education and dedication on the day after Labor Day

Warning:  This is an old guy’s tale of “back in my time.”  But I think it’s worth telling and maybe even worth reading because I may have a different take on the issue involved than other back-in-my-time stories I’ve heard other old guys tell.  As a new school year begins, I’ve been thinking.

 

My wife and I began our married life with a zero-based budget.  Unlike the traditional zero-based budget that’s used to manage businesses, ours was zero-based because we had no money.  No doweries, checks that people gave us at our wedding, prior savings as we prepared for marriage.  Zero.  Every month when we first started, we could spend to the limit of what we earned.  It took us a few weeks to move out of the cheap motel where we started and into an apartment.  After that, we scraped together $100 to buy our first car that didn’t run very well or often.  If we spent everything, we started at zero the next month.  You can argue that we should’ve saved and waited to have the resources to begin married life.  But that’s not the way we did it.  I worked in a warehouse and then an office for our first five years of marriage, and we always had food, shelter, clothing, and a few extra dollars – what we needed.  After five years of marriage and living a working life, and after much discussion, I decided to become a teacher, left my job, and became a full-time college student. 

 

We moved to the area where the college was and started over, both getting full-time jobs while I also attended classes full time.  During the last couple of years, I worked 40+ hours a week and weekends as a maintenance mechanic at a local newspaper.  That job helped ensure that I left college with no debt since I was paid enough to live and to pay for tuition.  I was committed to becoming a teacher, so the work was what I needed to do.  However, I graduated in the late 1970s, when there weren’t any openings in education.  And to add to that, I majored in English – a field where there really weren’t going to be any openings.  The joke at the time was that you could find English majors on any street corner with a sign that said, “Will Teach for Food.”  Still, I was young (or at least “youngish” since I graduated at age 27).  And I had youthful faith in my ability to succeed.  When I graduated from college, a private school offered a job teaching high school, and I took it. 

 

In that first teaching job, I took a 50% cut in pay from my job at the newspaper.  Teaching at a private school paid pretty low wages, but I was teaching.  I was dedicated to making a career as a teacher, so I figured I could work summers and maybe weekends to make enough money to survive.  During my first and second summers of teaching, I worked on the maintenance crew for the school where I taught (they even loaned me a pickup truck to drive), and I drove tour buses on weekends and evenings during the school year.  I was used to working long hours from having worked full time in college while enrolled in full-time courses.  It just made sense that I’d sacrifice early in my career with the hopes that I’d make enough later to get ahead.  Besides, my wife was working as a secretary, and she made twice what I was making; so we had enough to live. 

 

After a year at the private school, I found a job teaching junior high at a public school, and my salary doubled.  We weren’t going to get rich from the increase, but the salary and my wife’s salary as an administrative assistant allowed us, at that point 10 years into our marriage, to buy a condo and start living a middle-class life.  It would’ve been financially challenging if we had kids, but we didn’t, and it all worked.  Our lives weren’t extravagant, but I wasn’t pressured to find summer or evening employment and could pursue a master’s degree during summers.  As had been the case for my bachelor’s degree, I paid for the costs of the degree as I went along.  I also finished that degree with no debt while we traded upward from our condo and eventually lived in a split-level house in the suburbs.  The story sounds very American-success-story, doesn’t it?  I worked hard, started with nothing, and reached my goals, doing the work I chose to do and being rewarded for effort and dedication. 

 

Except I don’t quite see things that way, especially as that mythical American dream might apply to teachers starting today.  I could work full time while completing a bachelor’s degree because of the kindness of an employer who let me work my hours around a college schedule.  I had the support of a spouse who took a job as a custodian one year cleaning women’s dorms for spoiled young women at the college where I completed my BA.  Her job paid for a half-year’s free tuition for me, a spousal benefit that came with the job.  And the cost of tuition at a small, private college then was $2,000 a year.  While that tuition was relatively expensive in the mid-1970s, it was nowhere near comparable to the exorbitant costs that today’s students pay. 

 

My tuition was less than 10% of my wife’s and my combined, full-time salaries when I was in college.  For a student today to earn similarly while in college, that student would need an income of at least $110,000 for even in-state tuition at a state school in my state.  If students attempted to attend a private college and pay for it, like I did, earning a salary where tuition was 10% of their income today, they would need to earn in excess of $300k annually.  Yes, I worked hard and got where I wanted to get.  The sacrifices I made paid off.  I had a rewarding and fulfilling career in education, eventually working in higher education, earning a doctorate, and having the most privileged job on the planet as a university professor.  But what I did is impossible for current educators who begin with nothing as I did. 

 

Those teachers begin their careers saddled with crushing debt while being paid well below market rates in comparison to similarly educated professionals.  We ask educators, as the society asked me, to substitute their dedication for adequate compensation.  And many do begin with that sense of dedication and belief that their dedication will be enough to overcome the economic disadvantage their profession creates for them.  However, many quickly discover that their beliefs are not enough when they’re working two jobs to make rent and student loan payments while paying for life’s expenses.  Unlike me, they can’t look forward to a time when that will change and they will become more economically privileged.  Even an English major like me can do the math.  The numbers are against them as they get priced out of housing and as they find that rising costs don’t match their often-stagnant salaries.  Rather than eventually finding economic stability, today’s educators become further estranged from it each year they remain in the profession.  Beginning teachers, especially, have more limited options than I did.  Typically, they can be in a relationship with someone else who earns a living wage, resign themselves to living with roommates, move into higher paying administrative work, or leave education to work where they are adequately compensated. 

 

We’ve always expected that new educators trade dedication for monetary reward.  That goes back to the earliest days of hiring teachers in the 1800s, when they were expected to stay in boarding rooms that their community provided.  What’s different, now, is that educators don’t have a pathway eventually to achieve economic stability.  Look in any housing market and see what the median teacher’s salary qualifies teachers to rent or purchase.  Look at teachers’ salaries and see how they have remained flat against the cost of living.  Look at the enormous debts with which teachers leave college.  Look and you’ll find that the opportunities I had two generations ago don’t exist for new educators. 

 

In an era when many equivalent professionals leave college earning $70k and more, the solution for this issue is simple.  States need to ensure that educators earn a living wage from the first day they are hired, just like employers in the private sector do.  Instead, the data suggest that the gap between teacher and comparable professions has gotten worse since “back in my time.”  There also need to be pathways for earning advancement that matches the earnings that educators need for their advancing lives.  I’m not suggesting a movement toward “market forces” and reward structures that “incentivize” the education profession.  These ideas don’t work in any social service employment because they always end up rewarding the most measurable and least important traits, skills, and activities.  If you put incentives, for example, on student testing results, you’ll ensure that educators focus on those tests; and educators who work in districts where testing skews against students will be disadvantaged.  Instead, it makes more sense for educators to have a salary structure that recognizes their growth and contributions to the profession.  For example, the stipends that teachers receive for extracurricular work (coaching, activities advising, etc.) are always pitiful reminders of the worth that educational institutions place on this work.  What would happen if educators were compensated for those activities on a pay scale that was comparable to professional wages for anyone else who’s required to have five or more years of education? 

 

By the way, if you think that a $70k starting wage seems awfully high, you may need to come to your own “back in my time” awareness.  The National Association of Colleges and Employers 2021 Summer Salary Survey of 77,180 bachelor’s degree graduates who completed their degrees in 2020 shows that the average salary for a bachelor’s-level graduate was $55,260, with many earning well above $70k.  According to data from the National Education Association, only the District of Columbia, where the average teacher’s starting salary is $56,313, pays above the overall national average salary for college graduates.  Twenty-three of the states start their teachers at below $40k annually.  If you started your work life in the 1970s, $35k was a lot of money.  Today, it isn’t.  In most regions, a $35k annual salary would mean you’re spending half or more of your take-home salary for housing costs or for daycare.  

 

Instead of coming up with schemes which ensure that educators have limited choices, how about, as their employers, we start investing in their futures like any good employer would?  I always find it interesting that some people who are angry with someone in public employment will resort to telling that person, “I pay your salary.”  When it comes time to discussing and committing to fair compensation for public employees, those ersatz bosses are nowhere to be found.  Instead of seeing how cheaply we can fund education, let’s do what any good business would do and see what the true costs to offer a living wage are and then raise the funds that will allow schools to attract and retain professionals.  We’ve believed the prevarications of certain people with agendas who tell us that public service, and education specifically, is filled with bloated and wasteful systems that are ineffective and inefficient.  I’d reply with what seems to be former Attorney General Bill Barr’s adjective of choice, but, instead, I’ll respond with a milder version:  Hogwash! 

 

Go into any school and look into its budget.  Then, after you’ve done your analysis, tell me where the waste is.  Let’s stop talking abstractly about this issue.  Really.  Budgets are publicly available.  Go find a school budget and analyze it and identify the waste.  I’ve spent an adult lifetime looking at and managing educational budgets, and I’ve not seen waste and bloat.  Schools are actually poorly resourced because of that misperception and our inability to assume responsibility for fully funding them.  You can see the impact of low funding in education’s biggest expenditure, salaries, which are typically between 80 to 90% of any total budget.  As you’re reviewing budgets, go look at the salary scale for any public school and tell me whether you think that’s an adequate compensation for someone who’s required to have the certifications educators have.  The artificially low wages paid to teachers, especially beginning teachers, is the way in which we’ve made our choice to poorly fund education work.  Those low salaries are because we choose to believe the myth of bloat and waste; and we elect school boards and legislators who also believe that myth, or they’re afraid to challenge it by allocating the needed funding.  As a result, educators and the schools that employ them bargain contracts that distribute meager and inadequate funds. 

 

If we’re going to have a stable and committed educational future workforce that can be blessed with a 40+ year career like I’ve had, we can’t rely on an anticipated dedication of a few educators to make the system work.  While that worked in the past, it no longer will.  We have an educational system that behaves like it’s still 1979.  The system that worked from “back in my time” isn’t possible anymore – even though we haven’t evolved to acknowledge that change.  In truth, though, it wasn’t adequate in 1979 since paying me poorly was as exploitative then as it is today.  I know that there are lots of folks who don’t believe that we need to spend more on education.  That’s how we got where we are.  But a nation that spends $750 billion on its military can find the money to fund its educational system adequately.  


Thursday, August 18, 2022

Did something happen to “us”?

A recent posting on someone’s Facebook feed contains a picture of the Woodstock music festival in August, 1969 along with a statement:

 

“Woodstock, 1969. People of all walks of life, color, religion, sexual beliefs. It’s hard to imagine this many people in one place sitting peacefully. What the hell happened to us?”

 

Since it's Woodstock anniversary time when folks are reminiscing about that event, I offer another perspective.  In brief, we really have let this myth go on for far too long.  Okay, a half-million people came together and had a relatively peaceful event.  But, come on, folks, let’s not confuse that event with any pervasive social harmony and peace that existed then and doesn’t exist now.  The Woodstock harmony is a myth that may seem nostalgically pleasant to imagine.  But like most myths, it’s fantasy.  Don’t believe me?  Take a trip back through the front page on the NY Times on the days of the Woodstock concert and you’ll see what was really happening in those days (the all caps are in the original). 

 

On that Friday, here are some headlines from the front page:

  • BRITISH AIRLIFTING TROOPS TO ULSTER; FOUR DIE IN RIOTS

  • Enemy Drive May Affect Nixon Decision on Troops

  • EAST SOVIET ADDS TO CIVIL DEFENSE

  • 4 BERETS LINKED TO SECRET UNIT

  • PRAGUE MOBILIZES ARMY AND MILITIA

  • Guerilla War Tactics Taught at Scarsdale High

 

On Saturday:

  • US-THAI ACCORD ON TROUPS ALLOWS LAOS OPERATIONS

  • BRITISH SOLDIERS IN BELFAST MOVE AGAINST RIOTERS

  • Dublin Calls Up Reserves As a Peace-Keeping Force

  • APPEAL BY BERETS TO C.I.A. REPORTED

  • CANADIANS BLOCK POISON-GAS TRAIN

  • Marine Chief Vows to End Racial Rift

  • Red China Charges Soviet Is Mobilizing

 

On Sunday:

  • MAYORS WELCOME NIXON’S AID PLANS BUT DOUBT IMPACT

  • SHOTS AND FIRES PLAGUE BELFAST FOR THIRD NIGHT

  • VARIED DRUG LAWS RAISING U.S. FEARS

  • Refugees Gather at 2 Camps in Ireland

  • Survey Finds Public Concerned That Discipline in Schools Is Lax

 

And on Monday, as concert goers left:

  • HURRICANE STUNS MISSISSIPPI COAST AS 200,000 FLEE

  • CON ED GENERATOR RESUMES SERVICE, ENDING CITY CRISIS

  • U.S. Copter, Carrying 3, Downed in North Korea

  • BELFAST REJECTS A COALITION RULE; CRITICIZES DUBLIN

  • Ulster Churchgoers Hear Two Views of the Trouble

  • MILITARY WEIGHS BIRACIAL COUNCILS

  • Poor Nations Spend Fortune on Arms Purchases

 

You can argue that the gathering in upstate New York was the counterbalance to all that, and the gathering was the opposite energy to the strife that surrounded 1969.  And I won’t argue with you if you choose to believe in that fantasy, or any other fantasy, about the triumph of love and harmony.  But understand that it is a fantasy because the world didn’t stop during Woodstock and that muddy farm field didn’t become some magical moment that set the harmonious tone for a generation that’s been lost in more recent times.  Aside from the half million people frolicking and grooving to music at the festival, real people were living the conflicts, strife, and challenges of daily life.  The world was as disharmonious and chaotic as the world today.  Don’t believe me?  Go read the newspapers of the days during the festival.  And if you really believe that the festival brought all kinds of people together, get a photographer’s loupe and count the number of people with brown skin in any photos.  There were so few that you’ll be able to do that. 

 

During that time, I was in my late teens then as a politically active musician who when asked about my future plans would respond with something like, “I plan to eat, sleep, breathe, maybe take a walk.”  I understood “dropping out” from society because I lived that as a goal.  I eventually moved into a commune for a while and was attending and helping to manage outdoor music events (though nowhere near the grand scale of Woodstock).  I understand the forces that created Woodstock.  But I also understand how it’s become mythicized.  I can’t confuse that myth with what life was like in 1969, and I can’t long for a return to a mythical harmony that never existed.  Why is that important?  It seems to me that if we face the longstanding issues that we’ve been fighting, we will take a step toward change.  As long as we remain trapped in fantasies and myths, we can dream about regaining a past that never existed. 

 

If I were writing the description to a picture of the 1969 Woodstock festival, I’d write something more realistic like:

 

“Woodstock, 1969. Mostly White Youth Coming Together to Enjoy Music and Step Away from the Turmoil of the Times.”


Friday, July 1, 2022

Louis Armstrong, Myths, and the Rescue Narrative

There’s an article making the rounds on social media and carried by some news outlets that tells a story of how a Jewish family, the Karnofskys, adopted a young Louis Armstrong and started him on the path toward becoming the world-famous musician he later became.  Different versions of the story have the family housing young Louis in their home where the mother sang him to sleep with Jewish lullabies.  Other versions have them purchasing his first instrument for him because they saw his potential.  Yet others discuss how he was affectionately given a Yiddish nickname.  It all sounds very Disneyesque as the young child is helped by a struggling immigrant family who brings him into their home and treats him like an adopted child.  It’s a poignant story for the times (early 1900s) when both Jewish and Black people were so mistreated – especially in New Orleans where Mr. Armstrong spent his childhood.  The story has some truth, but it’s not true.  And it’s an example of why those touching stories your friends pass along may not be the best sources to cite.  It’s an even more significant example of how a false narrative that feeds misinformation can contribute to harmful generalities.

 

First some details about why it’s not a true story.  Louis Armstrong was a documentarian.  He kept extensive handwritten notes about his life.  The notes are in the rough language of someone with limited formal education, and they reflect his times.  But they are extensive and allow us to see, in his own words and from his perspective, what his life was like.  His handwritten notes are available at the Louis Armstrong House Museum in Queens, NY.  And there are transcribed versions of some of that material at the University of Chicago online archives.  He wrote an extensive comment about his experiences with the Karnofsky family.  You can read an excerpt at:

 

https://catalog.lib.uchicago.edu/vufind/Record/4065377/Excerpt

 

It’s tough to read some of what’s there because of the times it reflects.  His attitudes toward race, though common in his generation, sound strikingly painful today.  But the account is worth reading because it provides a more honest telling than the stories circulating online.  The relationship he describes with the Karnofskys is one of employee and employer.  He worked for them beginning at the age of seven (yes, seven – not uncommon in that era) working alongside the adults or older Karnofsky children.  Mrs. Karnofsky would provide him with a meal at the end of the day, after he’d been working from sunup; but then he went home to his mother and sister.  The Karnofskys treated him benevolently, and he learned the importance of working hard from them.  But when he decided to purchase a used, blackened cornet he saw in a store, they didn’t purchase it for him.  Mr. Karnofsky advanced him two dollars of the five he needed to purchase the horn.  It was a loan against his salary.  He paid back the loan and paid the other three dollars from money he had saved from his salary.  He admired the Karnofskys’ ability to work as a family and to work toward common goals – traits that he believed were lacking in the people in his own community.  But, no, he didn’t become an adopted member of the family.  They were his kindly employers, and no more than that.  They didn’t nickname him with a Yiddish moniker of “Satchmo” (a name he got later from a fellow musician who shortened it from “satchel mouth” – because he talked so much).  The Karnofskys were models to seven-year-old Louis Armstrong that he didn’t see anywhere else in the world he experienced to that point.  As a result, he had a fondness for them that he later extended to all Jewish people.  This is all documented in his own handwriting. 

 

So why do we so readily want to believe the story of a family rescuing young Louis Armstrong, and why does it continue to make the rounds, even after Snopes and other sources have debunked it?  We like stories where there is, at the heart of troubles, a happy twist of rescue.  The lost puppy finds home, the abandoned child finds a family, Little Orphan Annie finds a Daddy Warbucks benefactor.  Those stories make us feel okay about a world that can often seem otherwise cruel.  But there’s more to a story that involves a seven-year-old Black child who goes to work to help his family survive, especially if that child becomes wealthy and famous as an adult.  That real story is contrary to the more common myths about Black people.  After all, the common story society tells of Black children has been one of generational poverty in generational dysfunction.  Mr. Armstrong himself falls into that trap in his telling of the Black experience in his writing.  It’s painful to read his views of Black families in the link noted above. 

 

The dominant societal narrative is one of failure and distress for Black children.  And that narrative isn’t dependent on political perspectives.  Liberals believe it as strongly as conservatives do.  It is rooted in the perception that Black children grow up in poverty and they later live, as adults, in deprivation.  That was such a dominant theme that it drove much of social service policy and social science research from the Moynihan Report of the mid-1960s to the current day.  It stems from the belief that Black families and their children are flawed and deficient.  For them to do better, as the myth emphasizes, someone must rescue them.

 

So a mythical narrative gets created to explain Louis Armstrong.  It suggests that a generous immigrant family helped and nurtured him.  They taught him love and lullabies, and that gave him the start he needed to succeed.  Except that never happened.  While he talks about learning the importance of work and focus from the Karnofsky family, and while he admired them, it wasn’t their love that he took from his encounter.  At a very young age, he watched, learned, and adapted.  As he later played in a band with his idol, the bandleader King Oliver, or as he fronted his own bands, he understood what it meant to hone his skills through work and determination.  He learned how to work from the Karnofsky family, and he took that lesson with him for the rest of his life.  While he was clearly an originator on the trumpet whom players still imitate today, and while he was exceptionally talented, it was his work ethic that propelled him beyond being just a brilliant trumpet player.  His words tell us that was the value of his experiences with the Karnofskys.  His success didn’t come from some mythical nurturing and rescue.

 

Why is that an important distinction to make?  It’s important because seeing the truth of it leads you to a different understanding of the Black experience.  Louis Armstrong wasn’t rescued.  He found a model and then he adapted the model to his own needs.  He used the lessons he learned while working for the Karnofsky family to rise from the reform school where he was later sent to playing for queens and presidents as an adult.  That’s pretty amazing for a child who grew in the poverty that Mr. Armstrong describes in his writing.  And maybe that’s the story we should be passing around on social media.  It’s certainly more accurate.

 

And while we’re at it, maybe we should look at others who succeeded and see what really propelled them to success.  I think about this because of my great-grandfather who migrated to Texas after the Civil War.  By 1871, when he was 72, he owned his own ranch.  By the early 1900s, his sons owned extensive ranch and farm lands in two counties and had amassed significant wealth.  When my grandfather visited Galveston in the early 1900s, his arrival was often noted in the Black newspaper.  One article in Galveston’s The City Times (February 20, 1915, page 1) noted that he was the brother of another wealthy stockman while saying of him, “His wealth, it is thought, will reach the $100,000 mark” (just under $3 million today).  That was a remarkable change of fortunes for a family that a generation before would have been considered as property in many states.  Although that fortune was systematically stolen by the time the next generation arrived, their success, and that of many other Black families during that era and beyond, rarely gets told.  Those stories are not unique to my family.  There were many Black families who have a similar story in that era and all the way to today. 


It’s time to look at those stories and stop passing along myths that affirm a rescue narrative that isn’t truthful.  We’ve started to be aware of Tulsa’s “Black Wall Street” because of recent reporting; however, even that’s told as an anomaly.  It’s not.  When I’ve examined the many stories of Black success, whether then or now, I can see a pattern of striving toward achievement that is often thwarted by more powerful forces.  Rather than seeing familial dysfunction, I see attainment that fights against the odds because I know these other stories.  That’s why I’m always suspicious of narratives that promote the rescue storyline.  The truth, whether it’s about Mr. Armstrong, my family, or Black Wall Street, is much more powerful. 


Saturday, March 5, 2022

An Observational Exegesis of Popular American Epistemology and an Explication of Expertise

(Go ahead and read this despite the title!  I’m using it to make a point.)   

 

If I can use language like in the title above, it’s clear that I can throw around big words.  I generally don’t talk like that, but it seemed that the topic of this essay needed some words that I know from my professional life to help make a point (more on that later).  To translate, what’s written here are my observations about how we Americans relate to knowledge, truth, and expertise – a relationship that is currently strained and teetering toward a break up.  I hope folks don’t read the title and decide to click past because it all sounds foreign and not something worth taking the time to read.  I hope you read the first sentence of this paragraph and decided that maybe the rest of the paragraph is worth reading.  If the first paragraph is worth reading, then maybe the second one is, too.  And maybe you’ll make it all the way to the bottom and see the whole point.  Anyway, I promise that there isn’t any more specialized language like the title. 

 

To get to my point: 

 

I recently read a news account about a religious leader in my community who refuses to get vaccinated.  This isn’t a rabid fundamentalist like I’ve written about elsewhere.  This leader claims a connection to one of the oldest strains of Christianity.  And he believes that the COVID-19 vaccine is a step toward the “mark of the beast” that the biblical book of Revelations suggests will be the antichrist’s brand on his followers.  The priest also further suggested that the government is exaggerating the COVID-19 death toll to create more profits for the medical profession, and CDC statistics are not to be believed.  This leader cites, as his source, an unnamed scientist friend who claims that other scientists are afraid to speak out against the vaccine.  The religious leader making the claims in the news account offered no data, primary research, or credible sources – just a reported friend with whispers of a deep conspiracy that involves the entire medical profession and the entire government.  Because I’m someone who has expertise in an area (though not medicine), these sorts of ambiguous proclamations trouble me because as I understand expertise in any area, it’s never so vague and hidden. 

 

Expertise?  Me?  As the language in the title of this piece might suggest, I have a college education.  But those years of learning aren’t why people who know me will be able to see something I’ve said as having value.  My education, especially my advanced education, prepared me to begin developing knowledge and expertise in certain areas.  The work I’ve done since I completed those degrees gave me additional knowledge and expertise.  I don’t know much about quarks or cellular biology because that’s not what I studied.  But in my field of knowledge, I do know something.  When I talk or write about those topics, it’s because I’ve developed expertise to do so.  I like to say that “I know stuff.”  Like other experts I know, I openly share my expertise, and I don’t pass it along in whispers only to a few people I know.

 

I appreciate and value all levels of knowledge, but let’s acknowledge that there are levels of knowledge.  The meteorology course that I completed as an undergraduate helps me understand what downslope winds are and how thunderstorms develop.  But taking a course or reading a book doesn’t make me a meteorologist who can predict the next hailstorm.  In my area of expertise, I know stuff because of what makes me an expert.  Specifically, I’ve:

  • Conducted my own studies and explored the ideas by looking critically at the ideas of others who also study my areas of knowledge;
  • Developed systems and processes that put my ideas into practice;
  • Tested those ideas and have information that tells me whether those ideas worked or didn’t;
  • Regularly exchanged ideas with others who do similar work;
  • Remained in current conversations that challenge my ideas and force them to evolve. 

So my expertise isn’t a fixed body of information; it’s a living experience that I expand all the time.  I am continually learning about my field of knowledge and continually finding new ideas to explore in that field.  That’s what an expert does.  You can’t claim my level of knowledge or expertise without having similarly undertaken steps.  Maybe not exactly the same steps I’ve taken as an academic researcher, but certainly you would need to go through the same level of rigor that I’ve followed by following those bullet points above.  I know expert playwrights who do that by learning to write plays through struggle and focus and time and effort; I know expert beauticians who’ve stood over the heads of thousands of people and gained expert skills; I know truck drivers who’ve spent so much time in the cab of a semi that it feels more at home than their house does. Expertise comes in multiple ways, but it does come, and every expert I know experiences those bulleted points.  As a result, there are people who are experts. You would miss taking advantage of that expertise by dismissing what I or other experts say in our areas of expertise because you disagree with it.  I’m not an expert in everything, and sometimes my opinion is just that:  my ideas that are the same as anyone else’s.  But in my field of knowledge, I’m worth hearing before you reject my ideas.  That’s not boasting or expecting that others should see me as special.  It’s a factual a statement that defines part of who I am.  In my area, I know stuff. 

 

Why should anyone care whether I am or anyone else is an expert?  Unfortunately, with the proliferation of talk shows, social media, and “influencers,” Americans seem to have lost the idea that there are experts who know more than the typical person.  And no matter how overwhelming the expert testimony, if some of us hear just one contrary voice declaring knowledge on a matter, we can sometimes ignore the overwhelming expertise and follow the idea that agrees with our opinions.  In the pre-COVID-19, anti-vaccine world that meant some people continued to follow discredited Andrew Wakefield who falsified his research to falsely claim a connection between autism and vaccines – and, as a result, lost his medical license.  In the current pandemic, there are people who would follow leaders who call on their followers to follow medical quackery over the advice of infectious disease experts who tell them to wear a face mask, keep distant from others, and get vaccinated.  Or there are others who look askance at the massive amount of data and reports on climate change.  The list of topics goes on.  Some have stopped listening to expertise and decided that any idea merits belief if it agrees with what they want to believe.

 

I’m not suggesting a blind following of experts.  That would be as wrong as ignoring them.  In case you haven’t guessed this (or known it already because you know me), my area of expertise is around people’s engagement with new ideas.  I “know stuff” about how people learn and how people teach.  I live into the bulleted points above in my professional life.  And something my expertise has taught me is that people often follow the path of least resistance to access knowledge, especially if that knowledge challenges what they already know.  Blindly following a belief is often the easiest path when the better (and harder) approach is to seek out many sources of information, to weigh those sources of information, and decide which source is most accurate.  For example, if 97% of climate scientists agree that climate change is real, then, at the least, you need to question whether you should be following the advice of the other 3%.  The responsibility is to weigh experts’ ideas and determine which ideas are worth following.  And that’s become especially important when we have so many sources of information. 

 

Those sources are sometimes difficult to understand because any area of expertise has its own language that helps experts discuss ideas in their field – like the title of this essay.  It’s important that people in an area of expertise have a language that they can use among each other so they can talk in the shorthand of that language.  I used to teach my graduate students to use the language like the title of this essay so we could have a common language to discuss the nature of knowledge.  It’s the language that they encountered while reading other experts in my area.  However, while some experts are writing in a language meant for each other, it is critical to find those experts who also share their ideas for those of us outside their world.  There are folks in every area of expertise who’ve worked hard at translating their work to an audience beyond their narrow group of fellow experts.  I don’t mean the charlatan quacks who have their own talk shows or YouTube channel and offer opinions on everything.  You know, the ones who insist on being called “Doctor [Insert First Name Here]” and build a marketing brand around that name.  In contrast are others who reach a wide audience and really do develop expertise through careful inquiry and the kind of first-hand exploration that provides them with the mantle of expert (remember the bulleted list I included above). 

 

Think Michael Eric Dyson, Shirley Ann Jackson, Neil deGrasse Tyson, or Nell Irvin Painter.  These and many more have learned to be translators of their big ideas to make those ideas accessible to an audience beyond their own profession.  These aren’t folks who’ve pandered to a wider audience while losing their drive to gain new knowledge.  These public intellectuals have continued to contribute to their field while learning to communicate their ideas.  While there could be more of that expertise and knowledge made publicly accessible, it is available; and we all need to go looking for it.  If you’ve been on Facebook or Substack lately, you’ve most likely encountered the daily posts from historian Heather Cox Richardson.  She’s the perfect example of what this looks like when done well.  In addition to writing highly respected books in her field of knowledge, she writes a daily summary of current events that places the day into historical perspective.  Her daily comments are free of jargon, and they’re also written in the conversational tone that a letter is written.  As a result, her posts are daily must reading for thousands of readers.  It’s experts like her who are worth finding.

 

So how can we be better at consuming information and looking for experts we can trust? 

 

That was easier 30 years ago when there were fewer sources available.  Today, the answer to that question isn’t easy, but it’s necessary if we’re going to be able to navigate the complex world in which we live.  Like I wrote above, my expertise is in my field of study, so I have to do this, too, with other topics all the time.  We all need to have the skills to evaluate the expertise and information that come to us.  The place to start is by questioning the qualifications of the people offering the information.  My favorite example of misplaced expertise was when Nobel Laureate and chemist Linus Pauling declared almost-magical powers of Vitamin C, to the consternation of medical researchers who understood its limitations.  Pauling’s pronouncements had people taking massive doses of Vitamin C that medical researchers agreed had little curative purposes. 

 

Look, also, to see what viewpoints that the expert uses, so that you can understand the biases that the expert brings.  Take some time to see if there are other experts who agree or disagree with the expert.  In both social sciences and the natural sciences, experts always seek to have our work examined by other experts.  The idea of “peer review” means that other experts in our field have looked closely at our work and have determined it meets the standards of our profession.  That process has limitations, but it does offer some protections.  I mentioned Andrew Wakefield’s anti-vaccination, falsified research above.  His study was originally peer reviewed and published by The Lancet, a major British medical journal.  Over time, though, other medical researchers weren’t able to reproduce his results, and that led to his work being examined more closely.  While his falsified data originally passed initial review, it was through further peer review that The Lancet discovered his fabrication and eventually published a retraction of their original publication of his work.  

 

Whenever I hear someone complain that “experts never agree, so I’m not listening to any of them” on a topic, I realize that I’m hearing someone who believes that maybe having expert knowledge isn’t possible.  That’s not true.  In the rapidly evolving information world that surrounds us, we have to sift through that knowledge and educate ourselves how to know which of that knowledge makes the most sense.  The challenges in determining the worth of expert advice, however, doesn’t mean that we should give up on assessing it – or that we should accept all ideas as equal.  It means that it’s going to be harder to make the judgments.  There’s a balance between cynicism and blind acceptance, and we all need to strive toward that balance.  I think of it as informed skepticism.  You don’t have to be an expert in order to assess the value of expertise or of someone who’s sharing their expertise.  After all, you just got to the bottom of this essay that had a title that you may not have fully understood because of the specialized vocabulary I used in the title.  If I’ve done my job, I’ve conveyed the complexity of my ideas without relying on that vocabulary – so you didn’t have to become an expert to understand my thoughts.  You can look at other sources to see if I really do have the expertise I claim, and you can read other materials that’ll tell you about my perspectives and biases. 

 

Where can you start developing a process that’ll help you develop skills in informed skepticism?  Here are some guides to help:

 

https://library.assumption.edu/factchecking

 

https://fordham.libguides.com/FakeNews/Evaluation

 

https://webliteracy.pressbooks.com/

 

These resources offer you the opportunity to develop your informed skepticism by developing your own processes that allow you to evaluate information.  Doing that is the only reasonable alternative to accepting information blindly or ignoring it without assessing its worth. 


Saturday, January 1, 2022

Thoughts on living in my 70th year

Scanning over the directory of names on my Facebook friends list, I see a few friends of friends; but for the most part, the names that I see form a road map of my life.  There are relatives from both my direct family and Mary’s.  There are people I’ve known for a lifetime or a few years.  A few know me from early childhood.  Many I’ve known professionally: they’ve been co-workers, bosses, professional colleagues.  There are some whom I’ve gotten to know through community engagements or consulting projects.  There are people from the communities I’ve been part of.  And then there are the students, a handful on the list who are part of the thousands I taught over the years:  people in their late-40s and 50s who are cemented in my memory as teens; and people whom I taught in community college or graduate school as adults and who now have a few more grey hairs than when I first met them.

 

Over my lifetime, I’ve had an odd memory.  I’m awful with names, but there’s something that keeps conversations in my mind.  I can recall discussions that I had in the 1970s almost verbatim.  For many years, I recalled every conversation with that detail; but now with time, age, and volume, my memories of discussions aren’t all as vivid or complete.  They’re still there, just in less clarity.  While I’ve always had challenges recalling a person’s name immediately, I can still remember enough of our discussion about a mother’s illness, a sister’s triumphs, someone’s struggles whether to attend graduate school, how much the person loved a particular breed of dog, or a hundred other minute details that seem glued to the neural pathways of my memory. 

 

Through these recollections of others, I see my own life.  I’ve actually learned how to live in the world through others.   Sociologists tell us that we become habituated to the norms around us by interacting in our worlds.  That’s true for my life.  People showed and told me how they survive tragedy, how they celebrate joy, how they cope with challenges and success.  And I learned how to follow the examples they set – not mirroring their experiences, but certainly by using them as templates for my own actions.  Sometimes those are difficult experiences as I learned who not to trust or who was only out for self-gain.  But, on balance, those were small moments where I learned much and moved ahead. 

 

I’ve often heard that life doesn’t come with an instruction manual.  In my case, it does.  It’s a manual that’s authored in chapters of others’ lives, expanded through each interaction with them.  I think that’s why I recall so many conversations.  Those memories of conversations aren’t just facts about others’ lives.  They’re a roadmap of the growth I’ve experienced.  It’s a wonderful symbiosis of connections where I’ve grown and evolved and become with each person I get to know.  That list of Facebook friends is more than a list of names since each name is the basis of a memory that has helped me to understand life further. 

 

In the auto-biographical chapter I wrote for African American Males in Higher Education Leadership, I noted that my life comes from a long historical lineage that informs and shapes it.  In that book chapter, I wrote how my life, like the great Nile as it fertilizes river valleys downstream, was shaped by what comes before until it’s eventually able to offer something to others.  Since I wrote that chapter, though, I’ve come to believe that I’m also shaped by more than what came before me.  My life gets enriched by each conversation and event that is suggested by the names on the Facebook list and well beyond it.  Life, for me, has been a fortunate exchange of ideas, habits, and values. 

 

At this stage, I’m fortunate that some folks call me “mentor.”  That’s something I’ve learned to be as I’ve known people who’ve shown me how to fill that role.  As I was maturing, I had people who checked in on me, helped me to develop the skills and knowledge I needed to have the impact I wanted to have, and let me gently know when I was heading off course.  Now, as I’ve become the mentor, I’ve learned that one aspect of that role is living to a standard.  The righteous fire to change the world of my youth has been tempered by time and experiences that sometimes give me thoughts about taking it all easy and not taking any difficult routes.  However, being engaged with younger folks reminds me to make choices that are often as challenging as the ones I fought through in prior decades.  I may not be on the same leading edge that I was 30 years ago, but my interactions with others remind me to keep pushing whatever edge that’s before me. 

 

It’s more than not wanting to let down others or appearing to look like I’ve given up.  It’s actually more about being forced to live by the same internal standards that have driven me throughout my life and not compromise because it’s easier, I’m older and more tired, or a hundred other excuses that I’d otherwise have.  To be other than whom I’ve been would negate how I lived the rest of my life.  It’s my connections to other, often now younger, people that keep me accountable to remain whom I’ve always wanted to be. 

 

So at the start of this new year of 2022, as I’m mid-way through my 70th cycle around the sun, thank you to all who’ve shared and continue to share your lives with me.  May we all continue to enrich each other in the year ahead.  Happy new year!