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Books by Wilson
Jeremiah Moses
Golden Age of Black Nationalism,
1850-1925 (1988) /
The Wings of Ethiopia
(1990)
Alexander
Crummell: A Study of Civilization and Discontent
(1992) /
Destiny & Race: Selected Writings, 1840-1898
(1992)
Black
Messiahs and Uncle Toms: Social and Literary
Manipulations of a Religious Myth (1993)
Liberian Dreams: Back-to-Africa
Narratives from the 1850s
/
Afrotopia: The Roots of African American
Popular History
(2002)
Creative Conflict in African American Thought (2004)
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Knowledge and Ignorance: Two Barriers to
Learning
By Wilson J. Moses
Paris Bastille Day, 2007
Yesterday in French class the
subject of conversation was "complaining," and the
teacher asked how we might react to a train's being
late. I offered an anecdote, relating how many years
ago, having boarded a train in Rome, I waited twenty
minutes for the train to leave the station, and how
throughout the carriage, one could hear people from many
different nations, impatiently invoking the name of
Mussolini. As I said in French, "It is legendaire
that in the time of Mussolini the Italian trains were
always "ponctuel." But it
was clear that only the teacher understood what I had
said.
After class, I told the story again in English to two
fellows in their twenties who "speak English," but
neither of them understood, because they did not know
the words "legendary" or "punctual" in French or in
English. In fact the guy from Sri Lanka, had no idea of
what I meant by Mussolini, but as the Arab guy explained
to him, "Mussolini was a guy." Most of the
ability to communicate in any language is dependent on
sharing cultural literacy and historical sense.
I was at a Paris street bookstall on July 11, 2007, and
on the first page of a two volume work on the
relationship between Voltaire and Frederick II of
Prussia. My current book project touches on the
intellectual kinship between Thomas Jefferson and
Frederick II. I came upon a funny line in which
Voltaire, at the table of Alexander Pope, referred
(figuratively) to being "sodomized by the Jesuits," and
I burst out laughing. The street vendor a 6'4" tall
very black and husky African of around 40 looked at me,
so I showed him the line. From his attitude of anger
and embarrassment, it occurred to me that the man might
be illiterate. A book dealer, who has no interest in
books! His spoken French is probably inferior to mine,
but he probably understands the quotidien, the
vernaculaire better.
I have difficulty communicating in English with women in
their early twenties in Pennsylvania, because the major
things on their minds are whether they should get their
first tattoo, or wondering if their boyfriend knows they
have been cheating. Their minds are not able to grasp
any concept that requires two consecutive steps of
logic. The typical American college student is
interested in talking about is how "oh-mi-god," somebody
got drunk and puked in the piano.
Last week, I overheard an
American girl on a crowded Paris street telling her
friend in Valley-Girl-English how she had unprotected
sex with somebody. And this is why 75% of my students
have difficulty with my examinations. Even the
brightest ones can be disappointing.
One very smart kid said that
Mozart and DaPonte's adaptation of Beaumarchais' The
Marriage of Figaro, did not probe the darker side of
human passions "because opera is concerned only with
beautiful ideas." She said this after sitting with
apparent interest through a lecture in which I discussed
how the entire opera, and the play on which it was
based, were protests against the sexual exploitation of
women.
I spent an entire lecture on this theme, relating
Mozart's opera to Jefferson's presumable relationship
with Sally Hemings, and I can predict with certainty
that some students would nonetheless criticize my course
as not addressing feminist ideas.
Regardless of what language people are speaking, they
cannot learn anything if they are incapacitated by the
twin evils of ignorance and knowledge. Nobody
can't understand an anecdote about Mussolini, if
they are ignorant of the fact that "Mussolini was
a guy." Nobody can grasp the satirical attack in an
opera by Mozart if they have the knowledge that
opera is concerned "only with beautiful ideas."
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Communicating Knowledge and Ignorance
By Rudolph Lewis
I have been reading
over and over "Knowledge and Ignorance: Two Barriers to
Effective Teaching." It is filled with extraordinary
insights into the problem of communication between
individuals. The first that struck me and won’t let me
go is, "Most of the ability to communicate in any
language is dependent on sharing cultural literacy and
historical sense."
And then you end
with, "Regardless of what language people are speaking,
they cannot learn anything if they are incapacitated by
the twin evils of ignorance and knowledge." In between
these two statements I was captivated by the unique
ironical cases drawn from your experience as student and
teacher. I deem the whole composition as truths I too
have experienced. They are at once ironic and tragic.
My consciousness
was raised initially to the awareness that if
communication is impossible, that is, if you cannot
"talk" to the guy or girl and make yourself and
intentions understood, anguish and pain are inevitable.
Your commentary on "complaining" (whether in English or
French) with regard to the complaints of Italian train
commuters evoking the memory of Mussolini was an
extraordinary complex statement filled with such mental
appeals as irony and paradox.
Even if all your
classmates knew that Mussolini (was not a vegetable or
meat; or a way of walking; or a unique color, but) was a
former Italian head of state and knew "punctual" as a
time referent, your barbed social critique on
"complaining" still might have fallen short and
unappreciated. I suspect more often power rather than
knowledge is sought.
That was indeed the
case at the street bookstall. You tried to share a
humorous moment with the "street vendor, a 6'4" tall
very black and husky African of around 40" by having
him to read a Voltairean witticism about sodomy and
Jesuits in one of his books. As you perceptively became
aware, the African street vendor was no intellectual,
barely literate for he responded with an "attitude of
anger and embarrassment." Though he was skilled in
French, he did not understand Voltaire's figure and
exchange with Alexander Pope. The African knew the
language but he did not know Voltaire, the philosopher
and satirist.
Your classmates did
not know you or your ironical intent, or Mussolini as
one who expressed disagreeable political philosophies
adverse to democratic freedoms. The Italian commuters
you observed in Rome seemingly were willing to trade in
their present freedoms, won with the spillage of Italian
blood, for trains that leave the station on a punctual
schedule. They myth had a greater sustaining reality
than the actual suffering.
All these instances
lay the ground for unintentional misunderstandings and
conflicts. Some of us are on a satisfying downward
course to the literal, the mundane, and the trivial.
While others of us at the same time make strenuous
efforts to move ourselves upward (bringing others along)
into the thin, exhilarating air—thinking, hoping,
believing there might indeed be a better and more just
world, for all of us. Some (nay many) struggle against
such a course. It is too rigorous and demanding, lacking
humility and tolerance. And I might add willing to
murder to sustain that ignorance.
I saw an
extraordinary event last evening on Bill Moyer's
Journal: a "conservative" and a "liberal" in agreement
on the necessity of impeaching President Bush. The
conservative had drafted the perjury resolution for
the impeachment of President Bill Clinton, a fellow
named Fine, as I recall. I was more struck by his
passionate erudition than I of the liberal. Both
proclaimed the sacredness and wisdom of the Constitution
in guarding against "royalism" and they both pointed out
the self-evident "high crimes and misdemeanors" of the
Bush administration.
The conservative
was filled with a "conviction" often associated with the
religious zealot, that he believed was necessary to
sustain the Republic. Both liberal and conservative
discounted the perceived punitive aspects of impeachment
and rather emphasized the necessity of upholding the
rule of law contained in the Constitution. Both
suggested that the President’s lawyer, a Ms Myers, and
his Attorney General confess a greater loyalty to the
Man than to the Constitution. Both believed they have
violated their oaths to defend the Constitution. Maybe
both have the difficulty of the African book vendor,
whose primary interests are making money and seeking out
Parisian pleasures.
Of course most of
us Americans and most viewers of Moyers' program (I
suspect) are unable to view this historical document
from the intellectual plane of these two constitutional
scholars, although the polls rise (45% in favor) for
impeachment proceedings to begin in Congress. Both men
believe we lack statesmen and that party has become more
important than the Constitution itself. Nancy Pelosi’s
delaying tactics were looked on unfavorably. I doubt it
was a gender criticism. Feminists might disagree.
What indeed are the
"major things" on the minds of Americans? The purity of
the Republic, I doubt, has approached the ladder of
American concerns. The constitutional scholars
conjectured that our leaders treat us like children and
we the citizens actually prefer the role of children.
But is not that part of the subtext of the Constitution
they adore and part of the id thinking of the Founding
Fathers despite their self-perceived sacred duty and
wisdom? My questions are filled with a suggestiveness
that cannot be determined with certainty because of my
ignorance of both the Constitution and depth psychology.
Tattoos,
unprotected sex, and drunken weekend bashes puking into
pianos and the morning banter in the aftermath probably
occupy a great deal of youthful mental activity, male
and female. I am not altogether unfamiliar with such
youthful exuberance. We probably can conjecture with
some accuracy that among their more serious moments they
are concerned with how to get that grade, that degree,
that professional job that will allow them to continue
such juvenile activities into middle age and beyond.
I met Yevtushenko,
the great Soviet poet, once, in New Orleans, where he
came to celebrate Louis Armstrong’s birthday, and heard
him read a poem in which he noted the sweat-filled
insights of a man who came from the other side of town.
He gave the impression that art but especially poetry
made a more vital connection with the Russian working
man than it does with the American working man, despite
his awareness of Louie’s conquests. Maybe his comments
were defensive, filled by necessity with a mixture of
ethnic chauvinism and true report. Whether Yevgeny's
artistic insight continues to hold in capitalist Russia,
I'm uncertain. I'm certainly unclear of the role that
the arts play in connection to social realities in
America.
There is good news
from arts promoters in Cleveland, however. Terrence
Spivey has revived the Karamu Performing Arts Theatre,
the nation’s oldest black theatre, founded in 1915 by
two white social workers Russell and Rowena Jelliffe.
Under Spivey's leadership the selection of plays are
more thought provoking, with plays by Shange, Walcott,
George C. Wolfe, and Thomas Gibbons. The seats are
filled and the critics think the acting has improved.
Whether the themes of these plays are relevant to the
present Constitutional crisis I cannot say. My ignorance
is profound with regard to these well-known playwrights.
For what reasons
Americans attend operas and plays in America are also
unknown to me. Do they look for inspiration to change
and improve society and their conditions as was the case
with former Soviet workers? Or are American artistic
productions divorced from all of that in the minds of
the spectators who have paid their 40 or 100 dollars for
the evening's entertainment?
Maybe they like one
of your female students are looking for "beautiful
ideas" to go with their evening's beautiful and costly
gowns, accessories, and jewels. I deem myself as
ignorant of the minds of American theatre goers as you
of the African street vendor when you tried to share a
moment of humor in a world seemingly set on fixing
global misery as the crowning ornament of capitalist
civilization.
I am thankful you
have shared with me "Knowledge and Ignorance: Two
Barriers to Effective Teaching." You have brought to
consciousness a painful and anguished awareness that a
peaceful and a just world is a near impossibility, even
among those with high morals and ethics. For our words
are ever present to betray us.
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updated 15 December 2007 |