A commencement address by Wendell Berry to graduates of the College of the Atlantic in Bar Harbour, Maine, June 1989. IT IS CONVENTIONAL AT GRADUATION EXERCISES to congratulate the graduates. Though I am honored beyond expression by your invitation to speak to you today, and though my good wishes for your future could not be more fervent, I think I will refrain from congratulations. This, after all, is your commencement, and a beginning is the wrong time for congratulations. Also I know enough by now of the performance of my own generation that I look at your generation with some skepticism and some anxiety. I hope that if fifty years, having looked back at the lives that you are now commencing, your children and grandchildren will congratulate you.
What I want to attempt today is to say something useful about the problems and the opportunities that lie ahead of your generation and mine. I know how desirable it is that I should briefly, and I intend to do so.
To ward the end of As You Like It, Orlando says: "I can live no longer by thinking." He is ready to marry Rosalind. It is time for incarnation. Having though too much, he is at one of the limits of human experience, or human sanity.
If his does put on flesh, we know, he must sooner or later arrive at the opposite limit, at which he will say, "I can live no longer without thinking."
Thought - even consciousness - seems to live between these limits: the abstract and the particular, the word and the flesh.
All public movements of thought quickly produce a language that works as a code, useless to the extent that it is abstract. It is readily evident, for example, that you can't conduct a relationship with another person in terms of the rhetoric of the civil rights movement or the women's movement - as useful as those rhetorics may initially have been to personal relationships.
The same is true of the environment movement. The favorite adjective of this movement now seems to be "planetary". This word is used, properly enough, to refer to the interdependence of places, and to the recognition, which is desirable and growing, that no place on the earth can be completely healthy until all places are.
But the word "planetary" also refers to an abstract anxiety or an abstract passion that is desperate and useless exactly to the extent that it is abstract. How, after all, can anybody - and particular body - do anything to heal a planet."
Nobody can do anything to heal a planet. The suggestion that anybody could do so is preposterous. The heroes of abstraction keep galloping in on their white horses to save the planet - and they keep falling off in front of the grandstand.
What we need, obviously, is a more intelligent - which is to stay, a more accurate - description of the problem. The description of a problem as "planetary" arouses a motivation for which, of necessity, there is no employment. The adjective "planetary" describes a problem in such a way that it cannot be solved.
In fact, though we now have serious problems nearly everywhere on the planet, we have no problem that can accurately be described as "planetary". And , short of the total annihilation of the human race, there is planetary solution.
There are also no national, state, or county problems, and no national, state or county solutions.
That will-o-the-wisp of the large-scale solution to the large-scale problem, so dear to government and universities and corporations, serves mostly to distract people from the small, private problems that they may in fact have the power to solve.
The problems, if we describe them accurately, are all private and small. Or they are so initially.
The problems are our lives. In the "developed" countries, at least, the large problems occur because all of us are living either partly wrong or almost entirely wrong. It was not just the greed of corporation shareholders and the hubris of corporate executives that put the fate of Prince William Sound into one ship; it was also our demand that energy should be cheap and plentiful.
Our economies of community and household are wrong. The answer to the human problems of ecology are to be found in economy. The answer to the problems of economy are to be found in culture and in character.
To fail to see this is to go on dividing the world falsely between guilty producers and innocent consumers.
The "planetary" versions - the heroic versions - of our problems have attracted great intelligence. But these problems, as they are caused and suffered in our lives, our households and our communities, have attracted very little intelligence.
There are some notable exceptions. A few people have learned to do a few things better. But it is discouraging to reflect that, though we have been talking about most of our problems for decades, we are still mainly talking about them. We have failed to produce the necessary examples of better ways. The civil rights movement has not given us better communities. The women's movement has not given us better marriages or better households. The environment movement has not changed our parasitic relationship to nature.
The reason, apparently, is that a change of principles or of talk or of thought is impotent, on its own, to change life.
For the most part, the subcultures, the countercultures, the dissenters, and the opponents continue mindlessly - or perhaps just helplessly - to follow the pattern of the dominant society in its extravagance its wastefulness, its dependences, and its addictions.
The old problem remains: How do you get intelligence our of an institution or an organization?
My small community in Kentucky has lived and dwindled for a century at least under the influence of four kinds of organization; governments, corporations, schools, and churches - all of which are distant (either actually or in interest), centralized, and consequently abstract in their concerns.
Governments and corporations (except for employees) have no presence in our community at all, which is perhaps fortunate for us, but we nevertheless feel the indifference or the contempt of governments and corporations for such communities as ours.
We have had no school of our own for nearly thirty years. The school systems takes our young people, prepares them for "the world on tomorrow," which it does not expect to take place in any area, and gives back expert (that is, extremely generalized) ideas.
The church is present in the town. We have two churches. But both have been used by their denominations, for half a century at least, to provide training and income for student ministers, who do not stay long enough even to become disillusioned.
For a long time, then, the minds that have most influenced our town have not been of the town, and so have not tried even to perceive, much less to honor, the good possibilities that are there. They have not wondered on what terms a good and conserving life might be lived there.
In this, my community is not unique, but is like almost every other neighborhood in our country and in the "developed" world.
The question that must be addressed, therefore, is not how to care for the planet, but how to care for each of the planet's millions of human and natural neighborhoods, each of its millions of small pieces and parcels of land, each one of which is in some precious and exciting way different from all the others.
Our understandable wish to preserve the planet must somehow be reduced to the scale of our competence - that is, to the wish to preserve all of its humble households and neighborhoods.
What can accomplish this reduction?
I will say again, without overweening hope, but with certainly nonetheless, that only love can do it. Only love can bring intelligence out of the institutions and organizations, where it aggrandizes itself, into the presence of the work that must be done.
Love is never abstract. It does not adhere to the universe or the planet or the nation or the institution or the profession, but to the singular sparrows of the street, the lilies of the field, " the least of these my brethren."
Love is not, by its own desire, heroic only when compelled to be. it exists by its willingness to be anonymous, humble, and unrewarded.
The older love becomes, the more clearly it understands its involvement in partiality, imperfection, suffering, and mortality. Even so, it longs for incarnation. It can live no longer by thinking.
And yet, to put on flesh and do the flesh's work, it must think.
In his essay on Kipling, George Orwell wrote: "All left-wing parties in the highly industrialized countries are at bottom a sham, because they make it their business to fight against something which they do not really wish to destroy. They have internationalist aims, and at the same time they struggle to keep up a standard of life with which those aims are incompatible. We all live by robbing Asiatic coolies, and those of us how are |enlightened' all maintain that those coolies ought to be set free; but our standard of living, and hence our |enlightenment', demands that the robbery shall continue."
This statement of Orwell is clearly applicable to our situation now, all we need to do is change a few nouns: The religion and the environmentalism of the highly industrialized countries are at bottom a sham, because they make it their business to fight against something which they do not really wish to destroy. . . .We all live by robbing nature. . . . but our standard of living. . . demands that the robbery shall continue.
We must achieve the character and acquire the skills to live much poorer than we do. It is either that or continue merely to think and talk about changes that we are inviting catastrophe to make.
The treat obstacle is simply this: the conviction that we cannot change because we are dependent upon what is wrong.
But that is the addict's excuse, and we know that it will not do.
How dependent, in fact, are we? How dependent are our neighborhoods and communities? How may our dependencies be reduced? To answer these questions will require better thoughts and better deeds to than we have been capable of so far.
I am not trying to mislead you, or myself, about the gravity of our station. I think that we have hardly begun to grasp the seriousness of the mess we are in.
Our most serious problem, perhaps, is that we have become a nation of fantasists. We believe, apparently, in the infinite availability of finite resources. We persist in land use methods that reduce the potentially infinite power of soil fertility to a finite quantity - which we then proceed to waste as if it were an infinite quantity. We have an economy that depends, not upon the quality and quantity of necessary goods and services, but on the moods of a few stockbrokers. We believe that democratic freedom can be preserved by people ignorant of the history of democracy, and indifferent to the responsibilities of freedom.
Our leaders have been for many years as oblivious of the realities and dangers of their time as were George III and Lord North. They believe that the difference between war and peace is still the overriding political - when, in fact. the difference is diminished to the point of insignificance. How would you describe the difference between modern war ands modern industry - between, say, strip mining and bombing, or between chemical warfare and chemical manufacturing? The difference seems to be only that in war the victimization of human is directly intentional and in industry it is "accepted" as a "trade-off"
Were the catastrophes of Love Canal, Bhopal, Chernobyl, and the Exxon Valdez episodes of war of peace? They were, in fact, peacetime, acts of aggression, international to the extent that the risks were known and ignored.
We are involved everywhere in a war against the world, against our freedom, and indeed against our existence.
Our industrial accidents, so-called, should be looked upon as revenges of Nature. We forget that Nature is necessarily party to all our enterprises, and that she imposes conditions of her own.
Now she is plainly saying to us: "If you put the fates of whole communities or cities or regions or ecosystems at risk in single ships or factories or power plants, then I will furnish the drunk or the fool or the imbecile who will make the necessary small mistake."
And so, graduates, my advise to you is simply my hoped for us all:
Beware the justice of Nature.
Understand that there can be no successful human economy apart from Nature. or in defiance of Nature.
Understand that no amount of education can overcome the innate limits of human intelligence and responsibility. We are not smart enough or conscious enough or alert enough to work responsibility on a gigantric scale.
Make a home. Help to make a community. Be loyal to what you have made.
Put the interest of the community first.
Love you neighbors - not the neighbors you pick out, but the ones you have.
Love this miraculous world that we did not make, that is gift to us.
So far as you are able, make your lives independent of the industrial economy, which thrives by damage.
Find work, if you can, that does not no damage. Enjoy your work. Work well.
Wendell Berry is an American man of letters, academic, cultural and economic critic, and farmer.
