A New England Yankee's Voyage Through Minnesota

 

The Phantom recently visited the Twin Cities, Minneapolis/St. Paul. 

It was hot and humid. The Twin Cities get hot and humid in August.

This came as a surprise to the Phantom, but apparently not to native Minnesotans. 

People really do sound like Officer Marge Gunderson from "Fargo," and there were little vignettes of "Minnesota nice," in evidence. 

There were more Blacks in the Twin Cities than you see in New Hampshire, and there were patches of urban malaise: the walk up the steep hill to the church of St. Paul was littered with druggies nodding off from their doses. 

Outside a bakery on the corner of Snelling and Grand, at the gates to Macalester College, a man sat next to a sign which did not mention Trump by name but said simply, "Impeach, Convict, Remove."

That was no surprise, as colleges tend to have people who do not like Trump.

But what did surprise and delight the Phantom was a mural on the side of a building along Grand Avenue, "Dr. T.J. Eckleburg, Oculist." There was no explanation for this. You had to know the reference.

Of course, F. Scott Fitzgerald was from St. Paul, and the allusion was to the billboard he mentions on the Long Island road on the way to East Egg in "The Great Gatsby." It is the image which inspired the famous cover for that book.

Fitzgerald loved that cover, but when he showed it to Hemingway, Hemingway was appalled. Hemingway, apparently, was too hidebound to appreciate something that avante garde. 

The Phantom, in his thirties was a fan of Hemingway--"A Farewell to Arms," and "The Sun Also Rises," which he never read in school, but were recommended by a woman who simply said, "You'll like Hemingway, as you are now."

The Phantom never was much of a Fitzgerald fan, but reading "Gatsby" in his thirties, he could at least appreciate there was some art there. The scene at Gatsby's manse, where he tries to impress Daisy with his collection of expensive shirts, only to realize she would not be impressed by shirts is well done.

It reminded the Phantom of a boy, David, he knew in school who just could not seem to get into the cool kids' clique. He wound up joining the Navy out of high school--one of only three of his classmates did not go to college--most went to elite colleges. After, the Navy, he went to American University, not elite, but at least college. Then he went to law school, and ultimately he became a successful San Francisco lawyer and was able to retire in his 50's, owned a vineyard and winery, and traveled to Europe where he owned property. 

But the Phantom heard about all this only after he first heard from a high school friend, Kay, the girl the Phantom had asked to the senior prom, who he had dated in a Platonic way throughout high school. She was quite beautiful and very bright, but, for reasons of inexplicable chemistry, the Phantom could never see her as a girlfriend. This was not true for David, who apparently yearned for her, as did many other of his classmates.

Kay had ultimately gone to Barnard, Columbia Law and then on to become general counsel for Lucas films and other big corporate clients. She became fabulously rich, rich as Gatsby, with a home on Russian Hill and another in Sausalito. One day her secretary called to say she had a visitor, David, a friend from high school. Kay had a tightly scheduled day, but managed to find a few minutes for David but he kept insisting she come down to the street with him, which she did not have time for, but she eventually relented, and there he showed her his yellow Corvette. Of course, Kay could have owned a fleet of Corvettes or any other car, but she tried to be appreciative. 

She told the Phantom that story with real sympathy. Kay had felt a failure when she graduate high school--had not got into an elite college for reasons known only to God and the Montgomery County school system. The Phantom knew Kay was one of the very brightest in her class, but that fact somehow must have eluded the faculty of Walt Whitman High school, in Bethesda, Maryland.  But she was not a person to be kept down, and she may not have been the most likely to succeed, but succeed she did, way beyond any other member of her class.

And that was a sort of Gatsby tale. The person who is told she doesn't have the right stuff, who ultimately succeeds, despite the disregard of her peers and the establishment types who had dismissed her as not very important.

The problem for the Phantom, is that seems a pretty adolescent sort of story.  What Hemingway was talking about was war, and love and dismemberment and wounds and bureaucracy and romance in the ruins.  That was adult stuff. 

Gatsby is about a man who mentally could not progress beyond the inevitable insults of childhood and adolescence, a man in arrested development. If the Phantom had known Gatsby, he would have shaken his shoulders and said, "Hey, what does it matter what you were like when you were seventeen? Some of those kids who were such stars then are pretty ordinary now. Some of the meek are now inheriting the earth. Get over it. There are more women in the world than Daisy." 

Fitzgerald just seemed silly, to be trapped in the past. 

On the other hand, Fitzgerald did manage to write one of the best, most enduring final sentences in literature: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

That sentence is used in "The Wire," in a prison book club, and the man who utters it (DeAngelo)  really has been trapped in the past, as he was raised on the cruel corners of Baltimore, murdered people and saw people murdered and became part of a drug gang; he really could not escape his past, which had produced him and rendered him helpless against the currents. "The Wire" gave a real meaning to that sentence. 

But they still know and love Fitzgerald in St. Paul.

The thing is, though, Fitzgerald is not buried in St. Paul. He is buried near Bethesda, in Rockville, Maryland, in a shabby little cemetery next to a tiny church which is hemmed in by noisy roads, so if you stand in front of his grave and try to speak to the person next to you, you have to almost shout to be heard. 

 

What Is Merit? The Thomas Jefferson Magnet Science School Case

 

You never want to find yourself in agreement with Samuel Alito.

But as if I understand the case of the Alexandria, Virginia Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology accurately, I may find myself in that noxious company.

I will have to read more about this case, but as it was presented on youtube (by a right wing platform) the facts of the case seem reasonably clear.

Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology (TJHSST) is a public "magnet" school in Alexandria, Virginia which admits worthy, which is to say, "talented" students from anywhere within the geographic boundaries of this northern Virginia county. The measure of worthiness, or talent has been a standardized test and grades.

Apparently, while local middle schools and high schools have about 6% Asian-American students in their classes, TJHSST has had 73% for years. The implication is that Asian origin students test extremely well and have good grades and so they get in in high proportions. (MIT may have the same tilt.)

But then somebody in the government agency overseeing the TJHSST decided the fact that there were only 2% Black and 2% Hispanic and 23% White students, the racial mix in the school had to be "rebalanced."  Applicants were then reviewed and judged by "life experience" and the standardized tests were either eliminated or re-weighted, so the percentage of Asian students fell to 55% and the other categories of race increased commensurately.

A group of parents of Asian students in the county brought suit, saying that the merit basis for the school had been corrupted and the effort was nothing less than an anti-Asian conspiracy.

Merit no longer mattered as much as race/ethnicity.

I got myself labeled as a bigot years ago, when, in discussion with some media folks (magazine, newpaper, TV news) at a social function I said if 100% of the next class at Georgetown Medical School turned out to be Asian, or Black or Jewish or White, it would not bother me one bit. The important thing is to get the best doctors, not what color they are.

In science and technology, one would think, all that matters is who can do the work. You would think choosing the best kids for MIT or TJHSST would be fairly straightforward--you can test for math and science with pretty objective examinations.

I really do not care about the race the pilot of the next Delta flight, as long as he's really good at flying airplanes. Same with my plumber or HVAC guy, or my automechanic.

It's the job that matters.

On the other hand, even in science, examinations can be misleading. I thought I was never much good at science in high school where all the tests were multiple choice, fill in the blanks and they were testing for rote memory and a narrow band width of understanding. When I got to college, I found myself getting the highest marks in my biology class where we were using blue books to write out essays to questions which were more sophisticated than multiple choice questions.

Turned out, I was a pretty good student in that science. My genetics professor caught me by the arm and told me my final exam had been the best exam he'd read in years. Of course, I only got a "B" in genetics because I could not be bothered about a bunch of fruit flies in the lab. If they had had the sort of columns and technology used in any forensic lab now, I might have been more interested in genetics lab.

And medicine actually is more like a football team than a mechanics school. You need all sorts of very different talents and types: try filling out a football team with big slow guys who make great lineman but cannot run down field and catch a ball. You need quick quarterbacks and balletic receivers. And so it is in medicine: the qualities which make for a good pediatrician will not help much with the cardiac surgeon, or the cardiologist or the trauma surgeon. 

Obvious Talent

I cannot think of a single exam which would select for the wide variety of talents you would need to fill all the different specialties from OB/GYN to neurology to rheumatology to radiology to dermatology to ophthalmology.

So, maybe the single standardized--I presume multiple choice--test for the TJHSST was objective, fair but meaningless and selected for only one type of talent, a type for which Tiger moms could hire tutors to prepare their kids to master.

Harvard faced a similar problem with their selection process. Asian kids with great test scores and grades were told they were grade grubbers with no personality.

And the Asian kids and their parents reacted predictably: Wait, you told us you would define merit by grades and test scores and now you are saying really "personality" counts more?

In the last century, the Princeton man was not suppose to care much about his grades; the Yale man was not supposed to spend too much time studying. You were supposed to spend time at your clubs and on teams and singing in the Whiffenpoofs. 

But then the Russians put up the Sputnik in 1957 and Americans woke up to the fact that being good at science and technology was important.

The local court rules that the new admission policy at TJHSST was not discriminatory against Asian kids because 55% of the class was still Asian, even though that number was down from 77%. 

That did not satisfy the Asian parents, as you might well imagine, because that 22% loss came out of their kids' futures.

So when Justices Alito and Thomas bewailed the fact the rest of their colleagues declined to hear the appeal from the Asian parents, who claimed affirmative action had been applied to increase the numbers of Blacks and Hispanics and those gains were losses to the Asians, I had to agree, that is exactly what happened.

Allan Bakke argued the same thing in 1978--he had been denied admission to a California medical school because seats had been held for Black students, and he had lost his chance because of his White race.

There are ways to judge talent. If you audition for a seat in the orchestra at the New York Philharmonic, you play your violin from behind a curtain. All that counts is the music the judges hear.

If you submit a story to a short story contest anonymously, they are not giving you points for being White or Asian.

But admission to schools cannot be so color blind, unless we spend a lot more time developing tests which really do identify the wide range of talents we need for all those wide ranging challenges we face as a nation.

"The dirty secret of surgery is that anyone can do it, if he's willing to simply put in the time and practice," a surgeon told me. I don't think that's entirely true, but once you get past a certain level of competence and skill, it is really tough to develop an exam which really can identify talent in excess of desire. That surgeon had the capacity to learn a lot of anatomy and to visualize things three dimensionally, and all the people he worked with had that same ability, so he thought everyone has it, which likely is not true. But his point is still fair enough--there are far more people who could do these high powered jobs or fair well at high powered schools than there are places for them.

If we want to be fair, we could simply put everyone's name in a hat and draw out the lucky winners.

That would be FAIR but maybe it would not select for the most talented class.

Discoverers of Insulin

But, at some level, once you have a lower bar of capability, the differences between the higher bars are less meaningful.  That was always apparent to me in sports: the first three finishers in the track meet, the swim meet, the horse race were often different only infinitesimally .

So, if I were choosing kids for Harvard, or for TJHSST, I'd screen out the kids who clearly could not do the work with a screening exam and then put everyone else's name in the hat and pull out the lucky winners.