{"id":5035,"date":"2010-05-18T17:41:21","date_gmt":"2010-05-18T22:41:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/mojo\/?p=2819"},"modified":"2025-07-30T16:21:20","modified_gmt":"2025-07-30T21:21:20","slug":"these-people-are-a-disgrace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/blog\/these-people-are-a-disgrace\/","title":{"rendered":"These people are a disgrace"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/div><\/div><\/div>\u201cThese People Are a Disgrace,\u201d from Shine<\/em><\/div>\n

It was one of those little moments in life where everything becomes crystal clear.<\/p>\n

Years and years ago. English 400-something. Summer course. American Lit. Very \u2026 strange \u2026 professor. Lemme talk about her for a sec.<\/p>\n

I forget her name. I forget what she looks like. I remember a whole lot about her:<\/p>\n

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  1. In the span of one year, she had been violently raped in her home by a stranger. Twice. Not the same stranger. And yet she was \u2026<\/li>\n
  2. \u2026 annoyingly cheerful and filled with joy.<\/li>\n
  3. She was a complete ditz.<\/li>\n
  4. She was an evangelical Christian who got married in the Loose Park rose garden in a Buddhist ceremony.<\/li>\n
  5. She had a completely random way of teaching. If you could call it teaching.<\/li>\n
  6. One of the first things she said to the class (with great exuberance) was \u201cI want to fuck your minds!\u201d<\/li>\n
  7. She taught me one of the single most important lessons I have ever learned, so whatever I don\u2019t remember about Prufrock<\/em> or Leaves of Grass<\/em> (and surely don\u2019t care a whit), it doesn\u2019t matter. All that matters is the life-changing thing she taught me.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    I don\u2019t remember the text under discussion. She rarely used it, anyway (goodbye $90 for yet another<\/em> Norton\u2019s). She made the shocking proposition (prompted by some discussion of Judaism that had nothing<\/em> to do with American lit) that Eve may not have sinned by eating the apple, and that they had to eat the fruit for them to have children, to know good and evil, joy and sorrow, and that Adam was just too chickenshit to do it, so she took the initiative.<\/p>\n

    It was like the sun came out. My quiet contempt of her scatteredness vanished. I was so excited I went all Horshack OOOh OOOh OOOh!!! Mistah Kottah!!! Mistah Kottah!!!<\/p>\n

    I blurted, \u201cYes! That\u2019s it! That\u2019s exactly<\/em> what happened!\u201d<\/p>\n

    Suddenly, she was all business, totally sober, like an English professor should be. She stared at me and said, \u201cNo, that\u2019s what you believe<\/em> happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

    I was embarrassed. The class was silent, but not looking at me. There were no contemptuous snickers at me, even though I probably deserved them. I suspect it was as much a teaching moment for a lot of other people as it was for me. How<\/em> had I gotten to be a senior in college without having learned this? How had any of us?<\/p>\n

    Life-changing? Exaggeration? No. She distilled an entire lifetime of being told this is the truth and there is no other truth, and those who don\u2019t believe this truth are worthy only of our contempt<\/em> and then shattered it.<\/p>\n

    (As it happens, my playlist popped up with the soundtrack of Shine: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack<\/em><\/a>, hence the name of the post and appropriate track.)<\/p>\n

    Yesterday I happened upon a post by a well-educated adult who, for all her proclamations of learning empathy through fiction, displayed none for a flesh-and-blood woman. She proudly told of her shock and horror at this woman\u2019s lack of understanding of The Truth, drew several condescending conclusions from what little the woman had told her, and then went on to pity her. I guess that\u2019s the empathy part.<\/p>\n

    Yet she didn\u2019t actually ask the woman why she did not buy into The Truth and made no effort to understand someone else\u2019s point of view. Whether the author of the post agreed or not was irrelevant; it didn\u2019t occur to her to ask why the woman felt that way. It didn\u2019t even occur to her to think up possible reasons for the woman\u2019s viewpoint.<\/p>\n

    I still believe<\/em> that my truth is The<\/em> Truth, but every once in a while I get shocked out of my comfy little philosophy by someone who thinks her Truth is or should be everyone else\u2019s.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    \u201cThese People Are a Disgrace,\u201d from Shine It was one of those little moments in life where everything becomes crystal clear. Years and years ago. English 400-something. Summer course. American Lit. Very \u2026 strange \u2026 professor. Lemme talk about her for a sec. I forget her name. I forget what she looks like. I remember […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[476,94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5035","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings","category-religion"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5035"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5035"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5035\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14362,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5035\/revisions\/14362"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5035"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5035"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5035"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}