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The Arrogance of Immaturity

A young man was shot and killed as he broke into a store after hours when the owner was there because he feared looting during a night of protesting/rioting.  The next day, 600 students at a high school walked out.  You are probably assuming that the dead burglar was a student at the school.  He was not. None of those who walked out told me that they knew him, yet walking out seemed to them to be somehow a noble tribute to a sad end, ignoring the criminal endeavor.

Sounds like the situation in Ferguson last year but it was decades ago (I won’t say how many) at my school.  It was before the Make My Day laws.  It was purported to be about race too.  Even then, I did not see the connection with race because the more obvious reason for the burglar’s death, however sad, was his attempted burglary.  I am pretty sure the store owner would have shot anyone who broke into his store that night regardless of color.

A few years later, when I was in college, student organizers promoted a Student Bill of Rights.  I only remember one “right” that was part of a package of rights needed by us oppressed students.  That was the right to have girls visit the boys dorm without the rule at the time which required the dorm room door remain open.  It was a rule that was difficult to enforce because if a door was closed, how would a passerby know it contained a female visitor?  Oh, I seem to recall the girls had to sign in.  It was very oppressive to our right to privacy while entertaining in the location of our beds.  I was 18.  Before attending college, when I lived at home with my parents, as you might imagine, I could bring girls to my room in the attic whenever I wanted without checking in any of the long line of girls who desired to visit me behind closed doors.  If you buy that, I have ocean front property in Arizona.  Not.

Nevertheless, I was persuaded by the campus leaders to be outraged that the college would try to play the role of my repressive parents. “In loco parentis” it was called.  That was something up with which we could not put.   We demonstrated as an orderly mob at the home of the college president.  He did not resign.  He did not even come out to greet us.  Our demands were discussed later but never granted.  I did not complain to my parents, who were 300 miles away, about the unreasonable dorm rules.  I did not expect them to understand.  They would not understand why I and the other college protesters were offended by rules that implied we were not yet adults.

Several years later, the guy who was student body president and led the demonstrations for the Student Bill of Rights, was shot and killed at an armed standoff outside some textile factory fighting for the rights of workers.  I do not know enough about the cause to judge its righteousness, but I do not believe armed conflict was the solution for the textile workers.  Knowing the fellow who died leading the “movement,”  I realize that he was following his long-felt need to rouse the oppressed.  On one hand it is admirable.  On the other, it was tragic because he died unnecessarily due to his choice.

The students at the University of Missouri were successful in recently forcing the resignation of the university president.  I do not understand why that was necessary.  I am not smart enough to grasp why the university president is responsible for all offensive language on and off campus, nor was he obligated to endorse the Ferguson riots.  I certainly am not smart enough to follow the logic of the Yale students in their concerns about Halloween costumes at fraternity parties.  I have, I suppose, become less sensitive over the years.

When my father was 18-22, he was in the Army, in England, France and Belgium during WWII.  He had better things to do than stand up for a Student Bill of Rights concerning dorm rules.  He was defending the actual Bill of Rights, the ones written by our American forefathers.  The contrast between him and the college students fighting for (ironically) rules about Halloween costumes (seems anti-free speech), is immense.  IMMENSE!!!

I have heard or read that college extends adolescence.  I was certainly less mature during college than was my father at the same age.  Now I view this crop of college student protesters as ultra-demanding about things their college need not provide.  My own cause, those many years ago, was vastly more important — the right to bring girls to one’s dorm room!

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5 thoughts on “The Arrogance of Immaturity

  1. Yes…the difference is IMMENSE!! These little spoiled children have NO idea what real repression is. That’s the power the progressives have leveraged beautifully. They’ve successfully made the “perfect” the enemy of the good. These youngsters have had it too easy. The western life they dislike so much has protected them from reality. There are no wolves at the door so they just go hunting for something to be outraged about. Wish they’d put all that good energy into fighting against REAL crimes against humanity…like trying to help the Christians who are actually, this very moment, being exterminated in the Middle East! Nah…”I want $15 bucks to flip burgers. I’m SO oppressed! I want everyone to grovel at my feet while apologizing for white privilege and I want a bunch of free stuff because nevermind $15 an hour….Work sucks!”

    I love the way you put this piece together. You made your point with lots of humor. The news sometimes gets me feeling like an old sourpuss!

    • Thanks, Doctor Lynn, for your kind praise. I agree that the complaints of college students at Missouri and Yale and elsewhere seem unrealistic. A college can’t make their lives “perfect” nor even absolutely “safe.” My generation did not have as high of expectations yet, so as not to be self-righteous, I acknowledge that some of our demands were actually proof of our immaturity. I appreciate your well-written comment. We have similar views on this and other issues, such as reverence for the sacrifices of those who have served in the military.

  2. Sir, your reference to your father’s generation and their “youth” is hitting on our country’s woes right on the head.

    Yesterday’s moms and dads were the focal point of the family. They had too much to do – like fight a world war or make do with baking flourless cakes. All they could do for their children was teach them to stand on their own two feet. They could do little for their kids except for providing leadership. That’s pretty much how I was raised.

    Today, moms are trying to do everything they can for their children. They essentially function as servants for their kids. Dads too. Unless they become a child’s buddy, they are frowned upon. Instead, they should be functioning as the authority figure.

    Many, many marriages fail today on account of the parent-child connection. In the days past, the husband-wife connection was the key. It had to be stronger than the parent-child relationship.

    In essence, children are becoming spoiled, truth be told. I am guilty of that. Because of this last divorce, I’ve lost track of what my children needs, not their wants. In a prime example, my ex is obsessed with signing my daughter up for nine dance classes plus unnecessary piano and tennis lessons for my son when he has no propensity for either. It’s a case of keeping up with the Joneses.

    The cases you addressed are a result of just that… Children have become spoiled in an age of excess and “experts” giving advice on how to properly raise a child psychologically are salt on wounds… when a good spanking would have been best.

  3. Thanks, Koji, for your wise comments. When parents are servants rather than authority figures, the kids get a false sense of entitlement. When they get out in the real world, they might find it harder to accept criticism. It is probably difficult to feel empathy if you have only experienced that the world revolves around you. The college students which are the subject of this blog seem to expect everyone to agree with them and fix their colleges for them.

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