I have a confession to make, actually a couple. A few years back the department of which I am a member was embroiled in a fervent effort to brand ourselves. Several names for the school were bandied about, most focused on the word liberal. In the end the selection was the School of Liberal Studies. Confession: the whole process bored me. I did not pay much attention as I thought our name was unimportant. What did it matter whether we were Liberal Arts or Liberal Studies? Confession: I was wrong.
At the same time, we were working on ways to highlight our importance to the education of students in the various vocational programs. Translation: we were trying to justify our existence. We developed a list of essential employability skills that students would develop though our courses, arguing this list as our contribution to the success of our graduates’ careers. At the time I was less than enthusiastic but I was happy to just do my thing in the naive belief that no sane person would seriously cripple such an important element of education let alone eliminate it. Confession: Wrong again. Well half wrong. I still doubt the sanity of some decision-makers.
I should have read the writing on the wall (I have no excuse for not doing so as I come from the generation still capable of reading). The whole process had been sparked by a reduction in our presence at the college in the previous year. In praise of my institution our reduction was to the required level as we had exceeded minimum requirements before that. So at the time I was disappointed that we had fallen from stellar to competent but entirely missed the point. Now as the pressure again rises and rumours and hints of more efficiencies and reductions swirl the corridors, my brain has finally kicked into life and I realize the stupidity of my earlier behaviour.
We have had and still do, among my colleagues, individuals who brilliantly built this department into something for other colleges to envy. Over these past few years they have continued the long fight for survival. They have stood their ground and tirelessly forced the enemy to bleed for every inch. I am ashamed that during the discussion on our name and on our contribution that I did not contribute what I might have. I apologize. But as they say better late than never.
The name of our school/department was more important than I realized. The name itself should justify our existence and fully express what we are about. If it did we would not have need of lists of essential employability skills or any other such nonsense. But the name we chose, Liberal Studies, forces us to fight on the enemy’s ground. Embattled from all sides we repeat Thermopylae and the Alamo, gallant but hopeless defences.
Our society has become increasingly instrumental in its reasoning. Everything today is a means to an end, and not just any personal end, but the end, the end that all humans strive for, career. At least that is the reasoning. Anything that does not directly bear on vocational improvement is superfluous and should be eliminated in the name of efficiency. The ideal is the machine. The human is weak, the machine is strong. The human is slow, the machine is fast. The human is imprecise, the machine is precise. We must become the machine.
That is why I think we chose the wrong name for our department. Liberalism is the philosophy of property and the machine. Liberalism teaches that humans are first and foremost rational animals and that is what distinguishes us from the rest of the animal kingdom. A rudimentary understanding of other lifeforms on this planet quickly challenges that notion. All life forms exhibit reason in their choices, perhaps not in the abstract as we might, but reason is evident just the same. The machine is rational, calculating. To become the machine so must we. There are dangers though, the rationalism of the Enlightenment led among other places to the gates of Auschwitz and Treblinka. The Holocaust was not irrational; it was immoral. Liberalism is the philosophy of the times which has led us to the brink of nuclear annihilation and an environmental meltdown (pardon the pun).
I now believe strongly that we should instead be named the School of Humanities and Social Sciences because that is who we are and that is what we teach. Then instead of trying to convince the tunnel visioned technocrats that see identity as career that we fit into their myopic little world, we can stand on our own ground and force them to justify the elimination of humanity and society from our communities. Can anyone argue effectively that we can survive with any less humanity in the world than exists today? Can anyone argue that the interrelation of human beings is unimportant to our continued existence? We bring students to an understanding of themselves and in that understanding they can come to understand the Other. Without us the blank dead stares at admission would follow the students out into their careers and our world: A generation without the capacity for independent creative thought because if you do not come to know your Self, who and what you are, you cannot come to know the Other and without knowing the Other you cannot effectively relate to her/him. At that moment society is no more. We descend into a Dantian inferno and soon destroy ourselves and all around us. We, teachers of the humanities and social sciences are all that stand between civilization and barbarism. We are on the wall every day, a tattered assemblage of philosophers and historians, sociologists and psychologists, masters of language, communication and politics, defending the human still left in the world.

