Until the neoliberal university
collapses under its own dead weight, we need to look to free
universities to remind ourselves that another world is possible.
When
I chose to enrol for a PhD, I did so because I thought — first and
foremost — that this would be my way to a right livelihood, to a life
lived in alignment with my passion. Reading. Writing. Thinking deeply.
Engaging in open-ended, endless discussions about fine points. Bringing
forth beauty by giving names to the endless qualities of the moving
social.
This is still what I expect
of that choice, which is why I spend most of my time toiling in anger
about the schizophrenic institutional world I have come to inhabit.
There are two ways, in particular, in which I feel that life as an
academic — and specifically as a PhD student in one of many Wannabe U‘s
around the world — dashes that hope: the strain of (and on) teaching,
and the lack of pluralism. Mercilessly reminding me that what I thought
was an enclave somehow sheltered from the contradictions I was trying to
subtract myself from, is in fact just as much part of those broader
tensions (how silly of me to think otherwise in the first place!).
I
came from the industry, with bright job prospects and a fat check every
month. A life many (probably beyond the readership of this magazine)
would find a very ‘safe’ option, to be pursued without thinking twice.
However, it eventually became clear to me that — from within that
professional setting — I would hardly sustain an existence from which I
could derive any fulfilment, being led astray from the parameters within
which I situate the ‘meaningful’. I left the industry pulled by books,
ideas, and the joyous oblivion that is a Master’s degree, when you pay
and are left alone to write (almost) whatever you want, and get a piece
of paper to mark the achievement at the end.
As
soon as I embarked in the first step to an academic career as a PhD
student, however, the interest of Wannabe U towards me has shifted
significantly. The joyous intellectual freedom of taught postgraduate
days has gone. I am now a ‘trainee’ for co-option (by two older members,
in keeping with the admission rituals of many elitist organisations
around the world) into the world of academia. Well into the process, I
can now see that the type of subject that is supposed to come out at the
other end is one that can do two things well: contribute to the
‘satisfaction’ of students, entertaining them along the path to a degree
along the path to a job, and know that the REF (Research Excellence
Framework) is sacred, and that one should try to please it.
If
you smile at students and mark them generously, they won’t perhaps feel
that the education — which they’re condemning themselves to a life in
debt for — is run on a shoestring, with a copious casualisation of
labour onto PhD students. Compliant absorbers of the shocks that ripple
from the widening divide between the expectations that a neoliberal
framework imposes on academic work and what — to many still inside that
world – research and education should be about. Vice-Chancellors want
students to enjoy a passively happy experience as consumers of
educational services. They also want their money.
At
the end of the line, the hot potato comes to me, with too many hours
and too many students to handle (the time limits set by university
regulations breached, in the knowledge that I probably won’t complain),
faced with a crowd of people that want from me what I cannot give them.
What I do give them is the sense of moving along a syllabus I have not
had any input in, and certify their progression to the next stage of
this pointless ordeal. On some days I feel like a steward in a low-cost
airline, having to smile at customers and feign courtesy and interest
for the sake of keeping up appearances, despite having to even pay for
the uniform I wear at work. As long as I smile to students, they will
never suspect that teaching them is directly antagonistic to the
completion of my PhD in the period I have received funding for.
To
my institutional condition, they speak as a nuisance that delays
research and, in so doing, puts me closer to the point of running out of
funding without yet having a PhD (at which point, however, I will be an
even hungrier sucker for the systematic outsourcing of teaching onto
casual academic labourers!). Despite all that, I still do make an effort
to resist this drift towards indifference in the small everyday
exchanges with students, trying to remember how passionate I was about
university when I was an undergraduate myself. By now, however, it is
also clear to me that I am just a cog that will cover a flexible amount
of teaching hours, in the sure knowledge that I will not take arms
against the tenured staff in the department who decide how much I should
teach, and interpret limits in generous ways, probably under similar
pressures to balance their own research with a burgeoning teaching load,
and offloading undesirable work to the pariahs of this monde a l’envers.
This
leads me to my second point. When I signed up for this, I thought
academia was a place where ideas could flourish and flurry. And each
would stand on the dignity of its nuances and elegance. I thought it did
not matter much who you described yourself as, or what the name of the
department was. All that mattered is that you motored through the world
with a sense of marvel and a curiosity to know more. Here, again, my
hopes have been dashed. What I am seeing is a real drive to ‘focus’
research onto the ‘strengths’ of the department, sacrificing every
episteme that does not immediately serve the greater cause.
I
see this in the fact that new hires increasingly work in the same area
of expertise, which means that — when I do have to present my research
to them, outside of their narrow focus — there’s increasingly little
either of us gets from that exchange. To them, what I do is possibly
irrelevant and un-REF-able. To me, their indifference is fascism. I now
understand that, as I get out of here (with a PhD, I hope), this will be
the expectation I will find elsewhere as well. To please the REF by
making my research immediately recognisable to other ‘peers’. So that we
can all give each other high marks and then orgasm together in a
sterile intellectual bukkake. Forget about looking for the unusual and
the subversive in the folds of the world, in conversation with ideas
that can make those qualities speak.
While,
of course, the disciplining comes to me through colleagues (who either
don’t get the irony of preaching revolution and practicing blatant
conformity, or are maybe eaten up by frustration just as much as I am), I
am aware that there’s little point waging battles against them. It is
this model of education that needs to be addressed. The university
cannot hold much longer an image of discovery, pluralism and
earth-shattering insight when it clings to the empty figures of ‘student
satisfaction’ and REF scores. I see universities today as some of the
most controversial institutions of our times, where dis-empowered
political subjects are churned out, with a piece of paper certifying the
success of a disciplinarian process. And where disgruntled academics —
for lack of better options — lend their thinking to a system that
idiotically ranks epistemes and marginalises dissident views and
dissonant experience.
This is why I am becoming increasingly supportive of the free university movement.
The neoliberal university pits PhD students against each other, PhDs
against tenured academics, younger academics against older ones,
academics against students. The potential for infighting is immense and,
with it, the increasing sense of despair and that ‘there is no
alternative’. Until the behemoth of the neoliberal university collapses
under its own dead weight, we need to nurture ourselves — as academics,
intellectuals, students — with experiences that remind us that a
different world is possible: free universities are the place where we
can start doing just that.
by Bran Thoreau
An insight into the effects of the capitalist neoliberal system on education in general and the dissatisfaction and pessimism felt by many of those involved. It also offers some clues as to how this unrepresentative system could be totally overhauled when the principle of profit from every transaction is removed as it would be in a world socialist system.
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