Tuesday, October 21, 2025

The New Class

     [A short teaser. I may be headed “back to Hope.” If so, it will be to a time separated from the time of the stories in the Spooner Federation Saga novels. For Hope, as the events of Freedom’s Fury indicated, is in crisis. States are forming among a people whose ancestors traveled between the stars specifically to leave the State and all its works behind. For twelve centuries and more, they kept that foul entity from arising among them.
     But anarchy is not stable. Nothing is.
     Among a people dedicated to human freedom, some would react against the emergence of embryonic States. I’ve striven to imagine how they would seek to combat statism. Here’s is one of my imaginings. – FWP.]

     None of the freshmen had the slightest idea what to expect of the course.
     “The course” was what they called it. It had no other title, for none had been assigned. It had a catalogue number. It was listed as a first-year requirement. But nothing else was published about it. Upperclassmen refused to discuss it.
     Professor Paul Wengen had a curious reputation. The catalogue gave his vital statistics and a long list of honors awarded to him. It cited a great many affinities and pastimes, including awards earned in fields as diverse as diplomacy, cooking, and the high jump. Yet it failed to state his academic specialty. It made him seem the least academic of men, yet his praises were sung far and wide as a trailblazer of the intellect.
     Only one upperclassman, a senior with a towering reputation of his own, had deigned to say anything about Wengen. It was brief: “He means every word. Take him seriously.”
     It gave rise to a considerable tension among those waiting for class to begin.

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     Wengen strode to the front of the lecture hall without preliminary. He wore a white polo shirt, black slacks, and a broad smile. He carried no briefcase, no sheaves of notes. He faced the young men with an expression that combined excitement and confidence in equal parts.
     “Good morning. I’m Paul Wengen. You are here for several reasons. The strongest, of course, is that you’re required to be here. For you know nothing about this course. You’ve been told nothing. You have no basis for expecting anything in particular. And of course, you know nothing about me, your instructor.
     “I, on the other hand, am here for a single, well-defined reason: To get you to fall in love.
     “I am in love. I have been for my whole life, all fifty-four years of it. I’ll be in love for however many years remain to me. I expect that if I should ever die, I’ll still be in love. And I’m here to infect you with that same love.
     “The love of which I speak is the love of life itself.
     “This is the most selective educational institution that has ever existed. Yet its requirements for admission are unpublished. You were admitted here not because you’re academically gifted, not because your parents were alumni, not because your families are wealthy. It’s possible that none of those things are true of any of you. You were asked to apply for a unique reason: because our scouts sensed a spark in you, a spark I and others hope to fan into a mighty flame. A spark of love for life.
     “You are vital. You’ve exhibited curiosity and demonstrated courage. You’ve taken the lead among your fellows, at times when no one else dared. Those are indications of the spark. It’s uncommon, rarer than a perfect ten-carat diamond. That is why we invited you to apply. That is why we charge no tuition.
     “Not all those we invited were accepted. The ratio of invitations to acceptances is about fifteen to one. Nor are you all guaranteed to graduate. You cannot do so without first passing this course.
     “There is no syllabus. There is no text. There will be no examinations. I am the sole determinant of what will occur here. I will also be the one to decide who will pass and who will fail.
     “Here you will learn something that no other academic institution has ever dared to teach: what it takes to lead without coercion. Even those who fail will understand it by the year’s end. And you will understand this as well: why a society that has forgotten what it means to love life begets States and their tyranny. Conveying that understanding to others—those not privileged to attend this school—will be your life’s great task.
     “Alta has already fallen to the States. Great families, once admired for true leadership and true achievement, have spawned coercive mechanisms that even they failed to foresee. Their own leaders have told themselves and their neighbors that police forces and militias are necessary evils, required to keep order. They mean well. The first generations of tyrants always do.
     “You will be their antithesis. You will provide the refutations of their ‘necessity’ arguments. You will do so with your very lives—and not by traveling to Alta and preaching among them, but here, on Sulla, where the seed of statism has not taken root. You will lead free men, free families, and free societies. Families and societies suffused by the love of life.
     “Do you accept the challenge?”

Sunday, October 19, 2025

“Critical Thinking”

     You cannot hold a pistol to the head of the Tao. -- C. S. Lewis

     A young woman I met recently said she intended to homeschool her as-yet-unconceived children. I was hardly going to try to argue her out of that intention, so I just murmured an affirmation. But she went on to say that her goal was to teach them to “think critically about everything.” The formulation piqued me, so I asked for a clarification.

     Her response? “They should question everything.”

     I was powerfully moved to ask “Exactly what do you mean by that?” However, among the things I’ve learned in my dotage was how upset others can become when I press that way. Most people believe their communication skills to be at least adequate, the actual evidence notwithstanding. They generally dislike the imputation that they’re not being clear. So in casual conversation, I try to restrain sharp inquiries, especially with new acquaintances.

     But she got me thinking. I suppose that’s a good thing, anyway. And you, Gentle Reader, are the ultimate victim beneficiary.


     Just what does it mean to “think critically?” In this usage, “critically” doesn’t have the meaning of “to criticize.” So what does it mean? Is it possible the word was poorly suited to my interlocutor’s needs? If so, a lot of people have been disserved by it.

     What people generally appear to mean is thinking of the sort that “drills down:” i.e., that doesn’t accept flummery or fluff, but probes for core concepts and confirmation.

     There’s a limit to that, though. When questioning reaches the layer of fundamental premises – objective reality and the precepts that flow from it – it must stop. Questions such as “Why is there an objective reality?” or “Why does traditional Judeo-Christian morality work so well?” are unanswerable except by stating a religious premise: “Because God wills it.” And as I’ve said before this, Deus vult isn’t really an argument.

     C. S. Lewis made this point most tellingly in The Abolition of Man:

     The Chinese also speak of a great thing (the greatest thing) called the Tao. It is the reality beyond all predicates, the abyss that was before the Creator Himself. It is Nature, it is the Way, the Road. It is the Way in which the universe goes on, the Way in which things everlastingly merge, stilly and tranquilly, into space and time. It is also the Way which every man should tread in imitation of that cosmic and supercosmic progression, conforming all activities to that great exemplar. ‘In ritual’, say the Analects, ‘it is harmony with Nature that is prized.’ The ancient Jews likewise praise the Law as being ‘true’.
     This conception in all its forms, Platonic, Aristotelian, Stoic, Christian, and Oriental alike, I shall henceforth refer to for brevity simply as ‘the Tao’. Some of the accounts of it which I have quoted will seem, perhaps, to many of you merely quaint or even magical. But what is common to them all is something we cannot neglect. It is the doctrine of objective value, the belief that certain attitudes are really true, and others really false, to the kind of thing the universe is and the kind of things we are. Those who know the Tao can hold that to call children delightful or old men venerable is not simply to record a psychological fact about our own parental or filial emotions at the moment, but to recognize a quality which demands a certain response from us whether we make it or not.

     At that level we confront laws that no legislature can modify or repeal. It is the layer of the metaphysically given: that which unalterably exists whether we acknowledge it or not. So questioning can proceed no further; the critical thinker must accept that what is, is.

     In that regard, to think critically – i.e., to ask “Why?” and “How do you know?” about such propositions as are put to us – is the attitude of the natural scientist. He begins with the premise that there is an objective reality, and that we are embedded in it. He hopes to reach that bedrock layer, and add to our understanding of how it works. But he does not doubt that there is an objective reality. Neither does he insist on knowing why it exists.


     A great cleavage lies between the Aristotelian – i.e., he who accepts objective reality – and the Berkelian – he who doesn’t. They cannot argue; their bases are incompatible. If he is to arrive at defensible and useful knowledge, the critical thinker must be an Aristotelian. Moreover, he cannot learn from a Berkelian. Indeed, he must avoid such people; extended interaction with them can produce psychosis.

     So although the exhortation to “question everything” sounds fearlessly rational, he who adopts it must accept as an operating rule that once his questioning reaches bedrock reality, it can proceed no further. What is, is! That can sound uncritical, yet it’s the critical premise that makes all other questioning possible.

     Should you encounter someone who refuses to accept the existence of objective reality, or who insists on knowing “why” it exists, smile and walk away. Don’t get trapped in his psychosis by trying to argue with him. It would be “uncritical.”

Friday, October 17, 2025

Unusual Developments

     As a rule, one shouldn’t expect anything much from cold-callers and cold-emailers. They’re playing a numbers game, like the Frenchman on the corner who propositions every woman who walks by. Certainly, most will walk away – a few will beat him with a bumbershoot – but the percentage that smile and agree to go with him are all that he can properly service. So they keep cold-calling and mass-emailing, in hope of making a living out of the one percent or so that agree to work with them. This is most certainly the case for self-styled promoters of the fiction of indie novelists.

     But now and then, one proves to be hungry enough to be willing to invest a little time and effort in landing the sale. I encountered one recently. I actually got her to read one of my novels from cover to cover. Despite the speculative nature of such an expense, I’m toying with the idea of engaging her. (Psst! Don’t tell the C.S.O.)

     But that’s prefatory. Granted, it’s made me contemplate loosening the purse strings, but it’s still just a foreword to what’s really on my mind.


     Fairly recently, a new contributor joined the stable over at PJ Media: Jamie K. Wilson, the head honcho at Conservatarian Press. Miss Wilson is quite serious about her mission:

     Stories matter. They shape cultures, preserve traditions, and pass truth from one generation to the next.
     At Conservatarian Press, we’re here for one simple reason: to publish the kind of stories the mainstream industry is leaving behind — the ones chosen on merit, not on checkboxes.
     I’ve loved stories since I was a child, curled up with Tolkien, Carroll, Lewis, MacDonald, and Shakespeare. Yes, I treasure Jane Austen too, but let’s be honest: most of the Western literary canon was written by men now dismissed as “out of fashion.” Their works still inspire, still endure — and so should today’s writers, no matter who they are.
     That’s why we promise one thing: we will never choose a story based on sex, ethnicity, orientation, or any other label. We publish good stories, period. In fact, the list of what’s considered “unpublishable” by the mainstream seems to grow every day — which only makes our mission more urgent, and more joyful.

     Upon perusing the offerings at Conservatarian Press, I found several of high quality, including Marina Fontaine’s excellent novella Chasing Freedom. So it’s a publisher indie writers of a conservative or libertarian bent might want to consider. But what’s really impressed me about Miss Wilson is the depth of her insight into what’s wrong with contemporary fiction generally. This essay is particularly impressive:

     After the Second World War, evil had a face. The swastika left no doubt. The men who stormed Normandy were good; the men who filled the camps of the Axis were not. Kamikaze pilots slaughtered thousands of brave young men on ships in the Pacific. Stories reflected that certainty of a clear good and evil: High Noon, The Lone Ranger, Gunsmoke. Courage meant something because sin was real.
     Then came the postmodernists.
     Deconstructionism swept universities and publishing houses. Theorists denied that stories carried truth at all. The hero became a construct of power; every righteous act was secretly oppressive. Virtue could exist only with irony. Writers who once sought truth began dismantling it.
     And ideas never stay on paper. In those years, the literary avant-garde of New York and the television studios of Los Angeles were the same world. Harlan Ellison, Rod Serling, Ray Bradbury, Paddy Chayefsky, Gore Vidal: all men who wrote for The Atlantic one week and CBS the next. Their post-moral philosophy, nurtured in the best universities and writing programs, moved straight onto the screen. The cowboy and the sheriff became relics of an oppressive age.

     Please read it all.


     I’m not going to recapitulate the whole of Miss Wilson’s excellent essay. Instead I’d like to ask two questions: one that historians have traditionally asked, and one that virtually no one but atavistic recluses obsessed with understanding human nature and human societies ever raise:

  1. Why did X happen?
  2. Why did it happen when and where it did?

     The second question is the more important of the two.

     The intellectual-moral disease Miss Wilson fingers in the snippet I cut from her essay has always existed. What caused it to rise to dominate the cultural life of the United States? What were the necessary preconditions? What provided the propulsion it required? Why didn’t the healthy part of American society, which has always been larger and stronger than the sick part, react against it as it should have done?

     It was a highly unusual development, one that no historian of prewar America has successfully grappled with.

     I have a couple of ideas, but they’re as yet unbacked by adequate study. I’ll be looking into the matter, while I contemplate spending my stepdaughters’ inheritance on the services of a promotion-and-marketing expert. But I’ll set the key idea down here for my Gentle Readers to ponder:

     Just after World War II arrived the technologies that produced mass media capable of blanketing the entire nation.
     In keeping with Gramscian “long march through the institutions” theory, the destroyers of American culture made seizing control of those media their highest priority.
     They particularly targeted fiction, both in print and electronic dissemination.

     For stories matter critically! They express and reinforce our values, particularly our moral and ethical values, by the most powerful of methods: by embedding them in the motivational structures of believable characters the reader can admire or detest. That’s why one novel from Ayn Rand has advanced the love of freedom and enduring values more effectively than all the works of all the theorists taken together.

     And as I haven’t said for a while now: More anon.

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Our Friends, The Record-Keepers

     I just stumbled over this gem:

     As I’m fascinated by moral theory, including the theory of natural rights, it got me going immediately: Is the practice of recording events in an enduring form a prerequisite for the emergence and acceptance of property rights?

     Think about it for a moment.


     Two old sayings come to mind:

  • “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
  • “If you don’t write it down, it never happened.”

     Those are not unquestionable truths that express aspects of objective reality. They’re summaries of why and how people remember, think, and act. Just as the concept of identity depends upon continuity over an interval of time, the concept of property cannot be fathomed without duration. The origin of property in land, or “real property” as the lawyers say, was tenancy rather than any legal procedure or fiction. “That’s Smith’s land. His father and grandfather lived there.” Consider in that light the old term for a tract of land with a recognized owner: a freehold.

     But tenancy, to be recognized as such, requires memory. Human memories shift and fade. The keeping of records – the less perishable, the better – obviates the need for people to remember the details of a particular person’s tenancy over a particular tract. Whether they’re kept in cuneiform or in cursive, such records establish the tenancy required confirm Smith’s ownership of “Smith’s land.”

     Contrast that with property in things other than land: “movable property.” You have no deed to your clothing, your tools, or any of the other items you regard as yours. They pass far more easily from your ownership to that of another, whether with or without your assent – and if they do, there’s no record by which you can claim that they’re rightfully yours, barring supporting evidence that must be introduced in a court fight. That makes your ownership less “real” than that of the land you own.

     (There is an exception, of course: the motor vehicle, for which the State now demands that you acquire a deed from the State. But let’s defer that subject to another screed.)

     So record-keeping is the indispensable support to property claims, and to the concept of property itself.


     A humorous anecdote about our seventh president bears upon property concepts in an illuminating way:

     In 1813, in a fight with Thomas Hart Benton and his brother Jesse, Jackson received a bullet which remained in his left arm for years. When in 1832 he finally had a surgeon remove the bullet, someone suggested giving it back to Benton, now a Senator from Missouri and a warm supporter of Jackson. Benton declined the offer, however, pointing out that twenty years' possession made the bullet Jackson's property. Told that it was only nineteen years, Benton said, "Oh, well, in consideration of the extra care he has taken of it-keeping it constantly about his person, and so on-I'll waive the odd year."
     Benton used to tell people: "General Jackson was a very great man. I shot him, sir." "Yes," he liked to say, "I had a fight with Jackson. A fellow was hardly in the fashion who didn't."

     [Paul F. Boller Jr., Presidential Anecdotes]

     That was “adverse possession law” as it applied to movable property in the Nineteenth Century. Twenty years’ adverse possession of an object was held to transfer the property rights over that object to the adverse possessor. But even that long a duration had to be supported by testimony: usually the testimony of the previous owner.


     When European colonists arrived in the New World, they brought the concept of property with them. The Amerinds lacked any such concept. Thus, when the settlers started staking out tracts for themselves and farming them, nearby Amerind tribes didn’t automatically accept that those tracts were “owned.” They felt free to forage the farmed tracts of the Europeans, for in their minds land could never be owned by an individual. At most it was a tribal possession, and not all Amerind tribes accepted that. That was the source of many of the early grievances between the two peoples.

     The establishment of land registries and officials to supervise and maintain them was the settlers’ response... but once again, the Amerinds failed to accept land claims. “Writing? Paper? What is this magic with which you seek to confound us?” Not until European supremacy in war over the Amerind tribes had been conclusively demonstrated did the survivors bend the knee to the new concept.

     So it appears that until writing and record-keeping – the basis of history – should emerge, the seemingly natural concept of property will be slow to gain acceptance... indeed, if it’s accepted at all.

Monday, October 13, 2025

Alternatives Demanded

     It’s terrifying how many people refuse to confront the implications of their premises.

     I have a lot of respect for my Gentle Readers. They’re a bright bunch, and as well-meaning as anyone alive. So please take what follows as an illustration rather than a condemnation. Quite some time ago, one Gentle Reader was disturbed by something I’d written about racial matters and what must be done to improve them. I’d prescribed the separation of the black race from the White, on the grounds that it’s the sole guaranteed remedy for the plague of black violence against us. His reply was essentially that we mustn’t do that, that there must be another way.

     A reaction against the suggestion that the races should be resegregated is understandable. White Americans have been heavily propagandized about the evils of segregation. We’ve been steeped in the official lore to the point that it’s next to impossible to set it aside. Even in the face of the black crime plague – and the statistics are absolutely unequivocal on this point – the typical White American is reflexively appalled by the notion that segregation is the answer. There must be another way!

     But what’s the implication? That no matter the consequences of not resegregating, we must endure them and continue to search for an alternative approach? The Civil Rights Era is now six decades behind us. Over the years since then, we’ve poured time and treasure into attempts to raise black Americans nearer to White standards. What has resulted?

     All the problems attendant upon the mingling of the races have grown worse. Black violence against Whites has never been worse. Black crimes against property have swelled monstrously. Black disruptions of the peace have become so common that they’re no longer newsworthy. Black illegitimacies have mushroomed; today more than 70% of all black infants are born to single mothers. Other black pathologies have exploded as well.

     At what point does it become licit to say “We’ve tried long enough and hard enough; let’s go with what we know would work.” For there may not be another way. Sixty years of efforts, more than a trillion dollars of public expenditure, and ceaseless, relentless programming of young Whites’ assumptions and suppositions now lie behind us. A veritable river of blood and broken lives are all we have to show.

     But the many continue to trumpet the premise that “There must be another way.” By implication, we must reject what we know would work ab initio. Regardless of the costs and consequences, we must keep trying other approaches, from here to eternity.


     More recently, I crossed swords with a crusader: a woman violently opposed to the practice of the circumcision of male infants. Now, I have no opinion on the matter. I don’t claim special knowledge of the costs or benefits of the practice. I know what I’ve been told, but I don’t know how much of that is supposition as opposed to hard facts. So I start from there: I need to know more before I take a position on it.

     This woman, whom I’ll call Jane, presented the following argument:

     God created every mammal with a prepuce, and I doubt he wants you to mutilate your child to please him.

     WHOA! God created all of us with unpierced ears, too. He created us with hair growing from our faces and our groins. He created us with teeth that decay and organs that sometimes fail us. If Jane’s premise is that we must not modify what God gave us, what of all those other things? Hey, what about boob and butt lifts?

     Given Jane’s premise, I can’t find a limiting principle. Can you?

     Needless to say, Jane reacted badly to my observations. Most people are annoyed by having the implications of their premises illuminated. But then, most people don’t really think. They speak far more, at any rate.


     If I had a wish for my legacy, it would be that more people would think more. In particular, that more people would exercise care in their selection of premises, especially those premises from which they argue for changes in other people’s choices and actions. Surely there’s no more appropriate time for clear and cautious thinking and speaking.

     Nobody likes to lose an argument. Yet it happens. Quoth C. S. Lewis yet again:

     “I suppose there are two views about everything,” said Mark.
     “Eh? Two views? There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there’s never more than one.”

     Proposing Deus vult as your premise is seldom the right place to start.

     Have a nice day.

Sunday, October 12, 2025

Sad Patterns

     Among the things that are saddest about being what I am is my inability to turn certain mental functions on and off. Sometimes that makes me wonder if I’m authentically human, or more like a device that has various settings. Think of a rotary switch with several detents – “Slow,” “Medium,” “Fast,” “Self-Destruct” – one of which is selected by an unseen operator.

     One of those settings is surely “Maximum Gullibility.”


     Among the fundamental operations of the intellect, pattern recognition is vital. He who can’t detect patterns and make use of them in his reasoning is a stunted creature. He has difficulty in learning; he’s almost impossible to teach. But imagine that he – let’s call him Fran, purely for convenience in reference – can recognize patterns, but only when his rotary switch is set to “Pattern Recognition ON.” Only then do the patterns in human behavior become visible to him.

     Fran’s been gulled several times. Moreover, the pattern that was used to get into his wallet was always the same:

  1. Initial encounter with Jane, a genial-seeming person;
  2. Exchange of basic information (i.e., name, age, location, occupation, marital status, kids, pets);
  3. The wind-up:
    1. Jane and Fran have a pleasant conversation about some shared interest;
    2. Jane compliments Fran’s intelligence, character, and personality;
    3. Conversation continues, usually with more intimate details being exchanged.
  4. The pitch:
    1. Jane mentions a personal need or a charity with which she’s associated;
    2. She stresses, gently, that the need is immediate;
    3. She waits for Fran to agree to donate;
    4. She provides a website or a PayPal account to which the funds should go;
    5. What follows has several variants:
      1. Strange URLs;
      2. Weird-seeming PayPal accounts that don’t function normally;
      3. “Gift cards” are often suggested.
  5. The umpire’s call: Depending on the “Pattern Recognition” setting:
    1. Fran either reaches for his wallet; (“Yerrr out!”)
    2. Or he recognizes the pattern and walks away. (“Take your base.”)

     If Fran fails to recognize the pattern, he’ll be gulled. If he does recognize it, he’ll be safe for the present. But everything depends on that “Pattern Recognition” setting. There’s no use in being a genius if that switch is in the OFF position.

     Some wind-ups are long and subtle; others are quick and crude. Some pitches are laced with honey and cinnamon; others are appallingly blunt. I remember one seemingly nice woman who tried to get $30,000 out of me. That was high enough to trigger my Self-Protection circuit.

     But the subject here is the pattern and recognizing it when it’s in progress. We think fish to be low and mindless creatures because they see the bait but not the hook. How much higher a creature is a man who doesn’t sense the pattern outlined above?


     The reason for this diatribe, of course, is that another professional fleecemeister tried her wiles on me just yesterday. Her wind-up was gorgeous. Her pitch was heartrending. But it didn’t quite nick the corner of the plate, and I didn’t swing. The charity’s front man made a fatal mistake: he spoke of a rather high “minimum” for donating via PayPal “because of transaction costs.” That raised a red flag. Another red flag popped up when the clown suggested that I buy an iTunes or Steam gift card instead. The third, “full count” flag popped when he gave me an alternate PayPal account name that looked very much like a personal account and requested a screenshot “to confirm the donation.” The fourth flag was when he said “Please complete the process within 30 to 60 minutes.” “Take your base, Fran.”

     For once, I didn’t miss the giveaways. However, I criticize myself for not recognizing the wind-up. She was too complimentary, too effusive about my exemplary qualities. I mean, we’d been acquainted for a day and a half; how could she have known about my chiseled good looks, my extraordinary brilliance, my sterling character, or my record-setting sexual prowess?

     Well, it’s been said that there’s no fool like an old fool. I suppose I qualify. But as I’ve written more than once, technological developments and characterological trends have destroyed the high-trust society that made America what it was at its height. Refusing to trust and suppressing the generous impulse have become mandatory for self-protection. Illustrations abound.

     Enjoy your Columbus Day.

Saturday, October 11, 2025

The Mother Tongue

     [My regular Gentle Readers will already be aware that I have a burr under my saddle about good English. It’s become ever larger as the years pass, in part because of the sloppiness encouraged on the Web and by cell phones. We are approaching a point at which communication among Americans will become conditional on what schools the interlocutors attended, what books they’ve read, and whether their parents were wise enough to deny Junior a computer and a cell phone until the little bastard could purchase them for himself.
     But I have a long agenda for today, including the care and feeding of a wife who’s recuperating from major surgery, so rather than work up the spit for a wholly new and original rant, have a piece from the old Palace of Reason. It first appeared there on July 2, 2004. – FWP]

     There's been an interesting exchange of views recently on the subject of linguistic correctness, sparked by Connie Du Toit and continued by Aaron Haspel, among others. However, what makes it particularly interesting is not that any of these worthies has anything new to say on the matter. Rather, it's that no one who's been a party to the exchange has been willing to take one of the two most important poles of the debate.

     Well, your Curmudgeon does have his place in things.

     The "Ebonics" madness of a few years past ought to have been a warning sign, a shot across our civilization's bow. Persons with some following were advocating the creation of a separate linguistic community for blacks, on the grounds that the ghetto slang to which they'd attached the pretentious term "Ebonics" has "its own validity." Quite likely, none of these "educators" could define "validity" without several practice frames and a hint from the studio audience, but let it pass. The sensational aspect of the matter was the audacity of "educators" who argued for the "right" not to teach language disciplines to their charges. It completely occluded any discussion of why allowing black American youth to become an isolated linguistic community might be a bad idea.

     If you, gentle reader, are in any doubt about why it's a bad idea, consider the cage of limitation that encloses Hispanic immigrants who fail to learn English. Consider the contempt felt for them, by both native English-speakers and prior generations of immigrants who mastered the language. Consider the difficulties their children will have becoming English-speakers when their home environment presses Spanish upon them, rather than the tongue used by the society they hope to join, whose commercial and cultural opportunities they hope to enjoy.

     NASA astronauts have a saying: Communication Is Life. Indeed. Among other things, it's often the only way to persuade others not to kill you. What is generally not conceded by the excessively tolerant is that it's also the road to social acceptance, respect, and often to riches.

     Do you think your Curmudgeon overstates the case? His own fortunes are founded entirely on his communications skills. Yes, much of that was communication with computer systems, but the principle is the same. In fact, the starkness of that milieu helps to reveal the most important principles beneath the contention.

     But let's not jump to the climax of the argument quite so fast. It's worth developing a few important lines of thought, and the consequences of ignoring them -- all of which are historically well confirmed.

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     If you've ever been exposed to Middle English, you already know what the temporal drift in the language has done to our ability to comprehend our forebears. Scholars put whole careers into decoding the argot of that time. Without their annotations, the texts left by famous medieval authors would be indecipherable by a layman.

     That drift occurred because of the difficulty of promulgating a language standard. The first printed books were still centuries away. Dictionaries were unknown. The class structure of pre-Industrial Revolution England guaranteed that the educated noble would speak an entirely different language from the commoner. Regional and occupational jargonization played a part as well.

     Though the sciences and technologies made slow progress during those centuries, there is still much to be learned from them, which makes it a tragedy that so few of us are capable of reading their documents. If we move forward to the Tudor era, the barriers thin somewhat, largely because of the rise of national and international trade, in which many English estates took some part. But only when industrialization made England into a massive importer of raw materials and a unique source of finished goods to be sold as widely as she could did the standardization of the English language become an urgent matter. The movable-type printing press made it possible. Among the first books to be widely produced and distributed were grammars and proto-dictionaries.

     It was about then that the persistent practices of inter-estate raids and violent sectional feuds ceased to trouble England as well. The muting of language differences seems to have played a part in the emergence of peace, though its importance is obviously open to dispute. There can be no dispute that general education received an enormous boost from the progress of linguistic regularization, and that the living standards of English commoners benefited greatly by it as well.

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     The history of the ancient world features many mentions of the importance of the traveling trader as a source of news. What is seldom pondered is the prerequisite for that function: the ability to make oneself understood, which is of course also required by trade. In those days, he who traveled long distances to trade needed to be a polyglot, capable of speaking at least a minimum amount of several languages and handling the customs of several peoples as well. That, along with the requirements for integrity, competence, endurance, and self-reliance naturally limited the number of persons who could follow that star. Those few became very widely known, highly esteemed, and -- in a time of grinding, universal poverty -- very, very rich.

     Also significant from that time was the practice of using linguistic barriers to further campaigns of conquest and to secure enslavement. Armies were more willing to slay and enslave when their victims could not make themselves understood, which was a large part of the reason for the long journeys of barbarian armies such as the Vikings, Visigoths, Vandals, and Huns. Captured slaves and concubines were routinely put under the guardianship of men who could not understand them -- often, men who could only make themselves understood to their masters, and not by the larger surrounding population.

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     Your Curmudgeon hopes it is understood by now that language differences are destructive barriers among men. Indeed, the effect is so powerful that, were he capable of waving a magic wand and eliminating all languages but one from human intercourse, now and forever, your Curmudgeon would not hesitate for an instant, even if it meant the permanent loss of all material written in any other tongue.

     But what would that mean? What is a language, that we might recognize this one as different from the one spoken over there?

     Quite simply, a language consists of three sets of rules:

  • A lexicon or vocabulary, which maps "atomic" symbols -- words -- onto extrinsic meanings through widely accepted definitions;
  • A set of rules of combination, more commonly called a syntax, by which symbols from the lexicon can be combined to form more complex descriptions, queries, and ideas;
  • An accretion of lexical compounds, usually called idioms, which map to meanings that are not obvious from the standard definitions of the "atomic" symbols in the compound.

     Divergence from any of these sets of rules impedes contemporary comprehensibility, unless and until the divergence becomes widely accepted. The comprehensibility of material from earlier times will be affected if the lexical elements they used cease to have meaning to a reader of our time, if the syntactical import of their constructions is lost, or if their idioms cannot be translated.

     Of course, if that earlier material has at most a marginal cultural value, "we" can "afford" to lose it. But "we" must not assume that "we" will always be on the receiving end of the wire, or that "they" will always have little of import to say. What of the future, when persons not yet born strain to make sense of our philosophical, scientific, cultural, political, and personal legacies?

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     None of this argues for a language that never adds new words or idioms, and never lets idioms whose referents have ceased to matter lapse into unemployment. But it does press for the conservation of the basis of our language: its vocabulary, its syntactic rules, and the body of idioms whose meaning has been widely accepted. Only if those strictures are maintained will men be guaranteed to be comprehensible to other men.

     This stance is called prescriptivism. We who hold to it are often derided as grammarians consumed by the fear of unemployment.

     Prescriptivism comes in degrees, like so many other convictions. "Loose" prescription seeks to conserve only the thousand words that are indispensable to common speech, omitting nearly all descriptive words, all purely cultural markers, and all idioms without a commercial demand behind them. It sanctifies the dozen syntactic rules that allow the formation of simple statements and queries, usually leaving out complex conditionals, subjunctives, and advanced usages such as ablative absolutes, gerunds, and the pluperfect and future perfect tenses. Loose prescription gives rise to vertical divisions in a language: "low," "middle," and "high" dialects. Over time, these will become close to mutually incomprehensible. The speakers of these dialects will often be stratified by wealth and political privilege as well.

     "Middle" prescription adds to the conserved set of rules. To the base thousand words, it adds a range of "discretionary" adjectives and adverbs, common cultural words, and "less important" idioms. To the dozen innermost rules, it adds some conditionals missing from the "loose" protectorate, and perhaps some subjunctives and advanced usages, though far from a complete set. "Soon I shall have set this behind me" might not be conserved, but "Some day, this will be behind me" probably would be. Here, too, a vertical division will develop between formal and common speech. They will remain comprehensible to one another, but it will be common for persons to judge one another's social status according to their linguistic command, and harder for a person of low status to rise than might otherwise be the case.

     "Strict" prescription allows virtually no changes to existing vocabulary or syntactic rules. New vocabulary will be added to answer the emergence of new referents in the relevant semantic domain, but a word already defined is deemed sacrosanct. Syntactic rules about even the most complex usages are maintained as well. To be added to the expressive set, idioms must pass stringent requirements for cultural relevance and harmony with the language's other rules. Obviously, except for occupational specialty jargons, this approach to language will guarantee the maximum degree of common comprehension and the minimum trouble in decoding texts by writers distant in time.

     Even under strict prescription, there will be a colloquial dialect and a "high" or formal one. But speakers of the formal tongue will have no difficulty speaking to those conversant only with the colloquial one, which is not guaranteed under middle prescription and against the odds under loose prescription. Commerce will be served to the highest possible degree, and though there will still be language "snobs," there will be no impenetrable linguistic barriers against economic, cultural, or political advancement.

     Strict rules make linguistic attainment easier than loose ones.

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     The earliest aim of American classroom education was the promulgation of a regular language. Indeed, there was a time when "grammar" schools taught little else, under a prescriptive regime so strict as to be incredible to Americans of today. The underlying assumption was that the ability to speak and write fluidly, comprehensibly, and with flair was the key to all of society's doors. The unprecedented economic and cultural mobility of Americans of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries was strong confirmation of this thesis.

     Your Curmudgeon holds that the emergence of the permanent underclass -- persons born into poverty, who spend their whole lives mired in it, and bequeath the same to their progeny -- argues to the same effect.

     One cannot teach or learn an "undisciplined discipline" -- that is, a body of knowledge that has no enforced rules. This is as true of language as it is of mathematics. Language skills are so fundamental to the acquisition of any other sort of knowledge that the impossibility of creating well educated men who are not linguistically well equipped comes near to tautology. Put another way, by not insisting that our children acquire a rigorous command of English, and then stick to it, we virtually condemn them to mediocrity or worse in every other dimension.

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     With all the racism-shouting going on today, your Curmudgeon is simultaneously amused and appalled that black and Hispanic "leaders" are so willing to accept operational illiteracy among young American blacks and Hispanics. Of course, the paradox is purely cosmetic: a "constituency" made helpless by lack of language skills is far more biddable than one which can integrate with the larger, more prosperous American culture. But for those of us not warped by a venal desire for power over others, the matter remains grave.

     Abraham Lincoln reminded us that "a house divided cannot stand." He was referring to the division between the free and the slave states, but the observation applies just as well to the division between literate and illiterate Americans, especially if the ranks of the illiterates continue to swell. As Charles Murray and Richard Herrnstein wrote in The Bell Curve, if that division were to be deepened and widened, it would force our society into the have / have-not pattern of Latin America, whose well-to-do live in hilltop garrisons guarded by men with guns to keep the impoverished masses below from approaching.

     The wide dissemination of high skill with the English language is the key to averting this fate. No other change to our educational practices or our cultural milieu comes near to that in importance. If it takes the ruthless red-penciling of billions of essays, endless drills in vocabulary and syntax, and the occasional public knuckle-basting of a recalcitrant student, so be it. Any other course is cruelty under the name of "tolerance," a sin against our young so black as to admit of no pardoning.

     Your Curmudgeon will now await the fusillades.