DANCING IN TOMBSTONE! Treating this day as a holiday, we offer a scene from a film: // link // print // previous // next //
MONDAY, JANUARY 3, 2011
Dancing in Tombstone: Over the next few weeks, well be describing the incomparable focus we plan to adopt this year.
This morning, a prelude, in the form of a question:
Are we, as a people, smart enough to stem our societys headlong decline? As the year continues, well ask this question (and one or two more) about our floundering mainstream press. Well ask the same questions about the organs and intellectual leaders of our burgeoning liberal world.
Regarding the press corps, we found ourselves asking that first question as we reviewed this sadly hapless report in yesterdays Washington Post. This morning, weve done some background data-checking, evaluating the central claim implied in this report. After reviewing the basic data, we were left with a string of questions:
Why is this education reporter employed at a major newspaper? Who is his editor? Why is he or she employed at a major newspaper? Why do hapless reports of this type produce no response from education expertsfrom professors and the like? Why do such reports produce no response from the liberal world?
If you want to explore the relevant data, just start clicking here. But when you read that Post report, youre reading the work of a hapless peoplea people who struggle beneath the yoke of a broken intellectual culture. And no, Haley Barbour didnt create the broken culture expressed in that hapless report.
Were treating today as a semi-holiday, so sickening does this years assignment seem. That said:
In the last year, we were lucky to semi-discover the John Ford western, My Darling Clementine, in part thanks to Roger Eberts praise for the film in his 2002 book, The Great Movies. The film is a mythic re-invention of Wyatt Earps tenure as marshal of Tombstone, Arizona, with Henry Fonda cast as Earp.
Below, we link to a lovely scene from the film. Ebert, a superb explainer, provides the background:
To watch this lovely scene, click here. (If you watch, youll see that Earp doesnt exactly ask her to join him, though this is a fairly minor quibble.) As Ebert notes, Earp and Holliday are famous historical figuresbut Fords film is named for the fictional Clementine, who stays on to be Tombstones new schoolmarm.
This is a deeply evocative scene. Your societys future values and attitudes spill from every corner, as some citizen hurls himself into the future; he starts Tombstones first church with an open-air (fund-raising) dance, despite the fact that he has no church buildingand no name for the church, and no preacher.
In the person of Clementine, civilization has arrived on the scene. But go ahead! Review that (typically) hapless report in the Post. Consider the silence from all quarters, including liberal and academic quarters, in the face of the broken culture which offers such imitations of life.
Civilization had arrived on the scene. That said, will it survive?
The barber made him do it: For a prelude to this scene, just click here.