Making ethical choices

May 21st’ New York Times Op Ed page ran a column by Frank Bruni, “One school’s Catholic Teaching” in which he told the story of Carla Hale, a woman who was fired from her teaching job at a Catholic high school for living with another woman.  She had not made advances to the students nor had she “flaunted” her sexuality in the classroom.  Rather, she had mentioned her long-term partner in her mother’s obituary, just as her brother had listed his wife as survivors.  This heartfelt expression of family love and loss caught the eye of some moralistic parent who wrote an anonymous letter (how brave!) to the school, indicating that they had a lesbian teaching their children.  Gasp.  Well, apparently the school was aghast and fired Ms. Hale.  Her life was teaching, as she eloquently explains in the article, and now she is bereft.   Her students miss her and she misses the daily interchange with young people in the physical education classes.  She has been dismissed for simply being herself and loving another human being.

Why did the school react in such a draconian way?  Well, homosexuality is a sin according to the Roman Catholic Church and while they might not go so far as to say being homosexual condemns one to hell, the practice of loving someone of the same gender surely does.

Now, we could applaud this Catholic school for standing by Church teachings and acting consistence with doctrine.  Yes, we could.

Or we could question how any caring individual could remain a Roman Catholic in the face of such cruelty and judgmental self-righteousness.  What would Jesus do?  Well, we do not know but according to the very scripture that the Roman Catholic Church upholds, in John 8.7 he says “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”  In that story, the crowd stopped, dropped their rocks and slunk away, reminded by Jesus that mercy may be more important than justice, especially when one does not know the full story. Remember that?

We might also ask how a church which has hidden and protected pedophile priests can still proclaim the wrongness of a loving homosexual couple.   Why were so many priests simply moved to other parishes and put right back in youth groups if homosexuality is so wrong?  and  note that this is preying on the weak and vulnerable–not a freely chosen relationship of equality.

I know many good Roman Catholics who would abhor the decision of this particular school but then I ask myself, why do good people  stay?  Why stay in a religious sect that narrowly defines what is good and condemns others for transgressions, even as they flaunt those rules themselves? Of course, the church–no church–is perfect.  They are human institutions.  And one might respond that they want to work for change from within.  But meanwhile… grave injustices go on. At some point, must we not stand up and say, “Enough!”

omelasI am reminded of a short story by Ursula LeGuin called “The Ones Who walk Away from Omelas.”  There too the citizens of this wondrous community enjoy many blessings.  But to do so requires complicity with a terrible and dark secret.  Perhaps it is time to leave Omelas.  Time to leave the Roman Catholic Church.  I cannot help but think that indeed would be what Jesus would do.

Portrait of the artist as a young child

Jackson Pollock considers

Jackson Pollock considers

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Hazel also considers

So back in November I went to the “Patchogue Art Museum,” a well-intended but perhaps over-stated site where the person in charge had installed art from two local schools.  I had offered to give a talk on children’s art and this was the reception.  When I arrived, I quickly calculated that the attendees, preschoolers and their families, were not particularly interested in any theoretical lecture on the nature of artistic endeavors by children so I re-calibrated and spoke with the children about what they had done.  Fair enough.

But what about children and art?  Can a child be an artist, other than in the eyes of a doting mom and dad?  Why do we not take their work seriously beyond the display on the refrigerator?  And how do adult artists emerge from childhood to become the artists that they are?

Project Zero at Harvard University has been dedicated both to studying and to encouraging art in children’s’ lives for many decades now.  Ellen Winner, Howard Gardner, and associates have written many books and articles on how children manipulate the media of art to produce the striking products that they so often do.  Interestingly enough, young artists are at their best in preschool and even earlier.  Once they hit elementary school, the art becomes more formulaic and typical.

I will be working on an article that explores how children do art, reflect on their art, and whether we ought to consider it “real art” or not.  Stay tuned…!

 

Back to school

 

My childhood home in Amagansett, LI

Growing up and spending my childhood summers in Amagansett, back to school snuck up on us.  The day after Labor Day we joined the throngs in moving back to the city and only at that point did we begin to think of our impending school year.  New books, new courses (in high school), new teachers, seeing our friends again– all that was fun stuff.  This was back when “school shopping” was a minor affair that quietly took place in a day or two in September, not the weeks of sales and frenzy that it has become in more recent years.

Since I teach college, I still participate in the bittersweet event of returning to school after the summer.  Now, of course, summers zoom by–not like those childhood years when summer lazily went on forever.   I spent the summer working: teaching, presenting papers, and writing–not lazing around as most of the world thinks college profs do during the “vacations.”  But it is wonderful to see the dramatic shift to an autumn feel that happens in the New York area right after Labor Day.  Coolness returns, images of the beach fade, and the smell of new books still enthralls.

I look forward to the promise of a new school year where new things will happen, beauties will be discovered, ideas will flow, and the future will continue to shine ahead like a promise. The first day of school is a gateway to new visions.

I feel rather sorry for those who left behind their schooling and now their year simply flows from one season to another.  What do you like best about a new school year?