Back to Harvard
Back to Harvard It's been a long, long time since I was last in Cambridge, Massachusetts. How long? Well, let's put it this way: As I drove along Mt. Auburn Street, I passed the battered old sign...
...Curiously, the most radical of the faculty were the most severely out-of-date...
...I graduated from law school here in June 1987, and in the ten years since, I've spent precisely one day in Cambridge...
...As I pulled toward the boathouse, I'd glide past the gold-tipped brick spires of the undergraduate residences...
...Through the endless Cambridge drizzle, they looked like something eternal, something entirely out of time...
...The shop's windows are now filled with broken-down personal computers...
...As he pedaled off on his bicycle, my wife asked me incredulously whether my friend really believed that America would elect a short liberal from Brookline its president...
...I've lost track of almost all of them...
...It's only by happenstance that I'm here on the tenth anniversary of my escape from Cambridge...
...As we walked about, we spotted a classmate of mine...
...Unlike their often crazy professors, they gravitated naturally toward the political middle, their instinctive moderation curbed only by their timidity in the face of the commissars of political correctness who dominated Harvard then as now...
...David Frum...
...But not much else...
...At the time, I could not understand why the university put up with such charlatans...
...Yes, I had to say, yes he really does Casual believe it...
...Professors pass through a university only a little less quickly than their students, and only the most brilliant of them are remembered after they go...
...Cambridge is a sort of academic Brigadoon, the Scottish village frozen forever in the habits and ways of an ancient past...
...But now that I'm no longer paying tuition—and can chuck alumni fund-raising letters in the garbage—I can at least resign myself to it...
...I'm missing my actual reunion by just a few weeks: Yellow-and-white striped tents are already being raised all over Harvard...
...They were, for the most part, just what you'd expect them to be: highly intelligent, conscientious people, already showing the early signs of the bitter dissatisfaction with life that afflicts so many of those who earn their living in the law...
...It's an especially nice touch that the phone number of the fax line at the Kennedy School is (617) 495 1972...
...And there in front of the class was a teacher I recognized...
...The students looked just as they did a decade ago, although the spiral notebooks we used have vanished...
...My happiest hours in Cambridge were spent sculling up and down the Charles River...
...almost everyone was tapping away on a laptop...
...Until I got to law school, I had never been taught Marx as anything other than a historical text...
...The bold, radical young faculty of my day are growing old...
...After that, he confidently informed us, he was White House bound...
...Cambridge has kept up with changes in technology...
...In his blue jeans, Eddie Bauer shirt, and hiking boots, he was hanging on to the appurtenances of youth as desperately as ever...
...He said that he was working in the Boston office of Gov...
...The sections in which Marx argued that Judaism was nothing but an excuse for exploitive money-grubbing and that socialist revolution was the only way to rid Europe of Jews for good were tactfully excised in the photocopying process...
...I can't understand it even now...
...But one of my funkier law school professors offered us Marx's notorious "On the Jewish Question" as a penetrating analysis of the evils of capitalism...
...I asked him what he was doing in the old place...
...But not even the most adamantly anti-ageist student could fail to notice that he had irrevocably passed his 50th birthday...
...Auburn Street, I passed the battered old sign of the University Typewriter Repair Shop and realized that the first time I had seen it, I was actually taking a typewriter in to be repaired...
...They all do...
...The last time saw them, Harvard was disgorging 550 more eager young lawyers, me included, on an already overburdened world...
...I stopped by Austin Hall to look through the windows of the classroom doors...
...That was in June 1988, when my wife and I were routed through Boston on our way to a Maine honeymoon and used the layover for a quick tour of the Harvard campus...
...They can outlast hundreds more...
...They have outlasted hundreds of foolish professors in the past...
...Thus, the man who taught us antitrust law in the mid-1980s tried to imbue us with fears of predatory pricing and attempted monopolization—almost twenty years after these terrors had been definitively shown to be as real as dragons and two-headed men...
...Dicey observed that the opinions of the bar are always those of the previous generation, and those of the bench belong to the generation before that...
...The people here remain devoted to a quaint liberalism that has quite vanished almost everywhere else...
...But only for a few months more...
...Dukakis's presidential campaign...
...The great 19th-century English jurist A.V...
Vol. 2 • May 1997 • No. 35
