Reunions, politics, and a liberal arts education, OR how I came to respect Republican classmates

I didn’t particularly want to attend the fifty-year reunion of my college class. I’d have to compete with truckers for an eight-by-fifteen foot space on Interstate 81. I would miss several mornings of doing the Chicago Tribune Sudoku while eating my bran cereal. Most distasteful of all, I’d have to spend thirty-six hours with Republicans.

I reasoned that those who live near an institution are more likely to attend events such as a reunion. Since Bridgewater College is located in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, far from liberal urban centers of the state, the majority of those in attendance would probably be Republicans. Could I help maintain the peace by not talking about politics? Sometimes I can’t help myself.

At issue was my identity, the woman I’ve become in these intervening years, the things I care about. I care about the poor having food, heat in the winter, medical resources. I care about water safety, air safety, product safety, gun safety. I care about the rights of LGBTQ members of our society. These concerns, often labeled liberal values, are at the core of who I’ve become. I doubted I could suppress my political leanings for a whole weekend.

But I attended the event. I mostly held my tongue, asked people about their vocations, how many kids and grandkids they have, things like that. I listened for clues indicating openness to issues I consider important. Then I’d say something like, “I blog some, mostly political, sort of on the liberal side.” So it was that in small clusters we touched on topics of dissension but tread gently, respectfully.

The class of 1963 turned out to be a reasonable group.

I have a few clues as to why. We received a liberal arts education; that is, no matter our major, we were required to study science, math, literature, the social sciences, religion, and history. Many of us took electives in art and music. A paper in nearly every course and debates about issues in the various fields forced us to think critically. In his reunion profile statement one former student mentioned a philosophy teacher who “influenced my current and strong Socratic thinking.” We also learned to respect others’ opinions.

My classmates have traveled widely: Thailand, Japan, Peru, European countries. Perhaps that too explains the reasonable nature of our conversations: an openness that accompanies viewing the rich histories of other lands, witnessing firsthand how people of other cultures thrive and/or struggle.

I left the reunion trusting that members of the class of ’63—some conservative, some liberal in their views—have brought critical thinking skills they learned in college to the political process. Yes, we are reasonable people who have reached different conclusions.

But then we didn’t try to solve any of the country’s problems.

2 thoughts on “Reunions, politics, and a liberal arts education, OR how I came to respect Republican classmates

  1. Oh, progressive college girl of the ‘60s

    You need to watch this. IT IS QUITE COMPELLING in its display of our socio-political history’s underpinnings along with its scientific evidence (to date) as presented.

    Prepare the time to do so, it’s a full program. I especially enjoyed the tidbit where they explained how, “in the wake of the industrial revolution,” we’ve (as a country) disabled our farmer’s ability in very our own land to provide many, many resources for our own nation’s wealth and thereby lost the nurture of our own culture’s health on a multitude of levels.

    Hope you enjoy, I feel I’ve much more clarity on some issues, those I’ve only felt from piecemealed fragments of info. gathering – yet, couldn’t quite get a focalized comprehension of. Makes me want to stuff a daisy down a gun barrel. ~ Dale

    • I’ll try to find the time to watch the program soon. As you can see, I’ve already posted my next blog. Reality keeps interfering with the imaginary world I’m creating in my novel.

      Having not yet watched the program, I may be all off, but people in my college class were influenced more by the fifties than the sixties. By the mid-sixties I was already married and pregnant.

      I didn’t become so politicized until Herman Cain, Rick Santorum, and the others started debating prior to last election’s primaries. When I didn’t hear any rational Republicans (as in people I knew) refute them, I got upset.

      Thanks for the comment, Dale.

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