Hi friends,
Well that was a rough one. I feel like September stormed off and the door somehow hit me on its way out. Knocked me flying, really.
I’ve been here before. One evening, when I was in college, I was racing to close up for the day. My office was newly renovated; everything still smelled like paint and new carpet. In my rush, I gave the main door a hard yank… not realizing that it was double-hung. I smashed myself in the face with that glass door so hard that I hit the wall and crumpled to the floor. It was cinematic. It’s hard enough to get your lungs and legs back in working order after a hit like that. It does a number on your dignity and confidence too.
Can we all agree that "recombobulation" is entirely too cute to describe those first few painful moments of recovery? It think there’s something beautiful about heaving ourselves up and trying again, despite it all.
This was week 37, let’s take it gingerly.
As I saw the news break earlier this week, I wrote, “Some problems have simple solutions. This new “Compact for Academic Excellence in Higher Education” is one. The answer is simply saying no.”
But I’m not an idiot or an asshole: I know that the simple solution isn’t the same as an easy one. To “simply” say no means to oppose a regime that is strategically, malevolent, and deliberately cruel. The stakes are already painful, and the screws are going to keep turning.
I think about how and when leaders buckle under pressure, and what it feels like when they do. Feels like a heavy door smashing right into your face.
But I also think about people I cherish, who hold powerful positions of leadership in universities right now. I think about what they’ve told me - that what they need is support in holding the line, not just more pressure. I think about how different it feels when I focus on a specific person rather than an abstraction, for better and for worse. And I come back around to the thought that the right thing, the simple thing, is not the same as the easy thing.
So where does that leave us? I saw a quote earlier this week that I can’t stop thinking about:
”Part of what keeps us sane is other people's perspectives, which are often in tension with ours. When you say something questionable, others will challenge you, ask questions, defy you. It can be annoying, but it keeps us tied to reality, and it is the basis of a healthy democratic citizenry. Truth is intersubjective, meaning we need other people - their testimony, their experiences, their rationality - to be well informed."
So my parting thought tonight is this: sometimes we have to force the issue, ratchet up the pressure, and hold our ground no matter what. I believe this compact is one of those times. I also believe that approach works best when we’ve picked that battle carefully.
But no matter how carefully we pick our fights, or how necessary they are, sometimes the door will hits us. When it does, I hope we can heave ourselves up, hold on to each other, and be willing to try again.
Liz