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Coddling of the American Mind by Greg Lukianoff and Jonathan Haidt, on the cover of this month’s Atlantic. It discusses the idea taking root on college campuses that students cannot be exposed to any ideas, words or phrases that discomfort them in any way, even if that wasn’t anyone’s intent.
That’s why schools are embracing “trigger warnings” – warnings placed at the top of readings that might mention a topic that “triggers” a student’s flashback on some unpleasant episode in their lives. One Harvard Law Student went so far as to request the school not teach rape law, because hearing about that crime might re-traumatize anyone who’d lived through it.
The article also discusses “microaggressions” – remarks made, even innocently, that are received as blows by the person being addressed. For instance, asking, “Where were you born?”of an Asian or Hispanic student could come across as a hint that the speaker does not consider the other student totally American. That’s the “aggression.”
The whole article is so brilliant, I am shamed by my simplistic reduction of it, but I want to get to the Free-Range meat of the matter: Why are college students being treated as so supremely fragile that they can’t read a book that’s disturbing, and must be constantly on the lookout for any remarks or attitudes that could somehow be labeled aggressive?
Because that’s how we have been taught to raise our children these past 20 or 30 years: thin-skinned, super-sensitive, and primed to turn to the authorities — parents, teachers, and now deans — anytime they feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or aggrieved.
After all, this is the generation we raised with “baby knee pads” to make crawling less painful, and helmets to protect them while toddling. Somehow, we became utterly convinced that our kids bruise so easily and permanently that special precautions must be taken — precautions never needed until now. That message grew up into trigger warnings: Watch out, kids! You are too easily hurt.
This is also the generation that grew up getting trophies for 8th place. My son got one, on a league with nine teams. With that trophy came the same message: Kids, you are too fragile to handle the micro-misery of losing.
And this is also the generation of students who grew up surrounded by posters at school exhorting them to be on the lookout for bullying. When bullying is the thing you look for, bullying is what you see. The bullying of third grade becomes the micro-aggression on campus – often in the eye of the beholder, and always turned over to the authorities.
The article’s authors then ask the obvious question: Is this doing our kids any favors?
What are the effects of this new protectiveness on the students themselves? Does it benefit the people it is supposed to help? What exactly are students learning when they spend four years or more in a community that polices unintentional slights, places warning labels on works of classic literature and in many other ways conveys the sense that words can be forms of violence that require strict control by campus authorities?
They are learning that they are as helpless and easily hurt as infants. This, of course, is not helping them at all — not in terms of their education, and not in terms of their psychological health. The authors quote a survey of the American College Health Association that found 54% of college students surveyed said they had felt “overwhelming anxiety” in the past 12 months — up from 49% just five years before.
Naturally you are going to feel anxious if you’ve been told from infancy that basic locomotion is dangerous, losing is unendurable, classmates are out to get you, and you are not equipped to stand up for yourself.
And it’s not that I blame us parents! I blame a society that keeps telling us, through products and programs and even laws, that our kids are in constant danger, so we must make things safer, safer, safer. For God’s sake, I got a press release last week from the Environmental Working Group asking restaurants to pledge to give kids only “asbestos-free” crayons — as if the tiny exposure to the tiny amount of asbestos in a crayon while waiting for the chicken fingers is going to scar their lungs for a lifetime. Our society sees every “micro” as “macro.”
Free-Range Kids has always championed our children’s resiliency. Not that we endorse danger or callousness or cruelty (who would?), but that we believe our kids can roll with some punches — even touch an off-brand crayon — and live to see another, non-paranoid day.
In our understandable but misdirected desire to keep our kids super-safe we have succeeded in making them super-sensitive instead. Happy is the child, 8 or 18, who is not constantly afraid and aggrieved.