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MY DEPARTMENT AS MODEL FOR UNF AT AGE 50
I was asked to talk to you briefly about my own scholarship and
about the work I'm doing on the UNF 25-year history, and will
do that by placing both topics in the context of my own department,
which I believe to be a model for other departments to emulate
as we move toward age fifty.
As Adam Herbert told us at an earlier convocation, these are
difficult times for higher education in Florida, with taxpayers
and legislators taking pot shots, the BOR cutting budgets and
endangering programs and telling stereotyped stories of faculty
beyond their productive years--tenured professors who lose the
zest for creative teaching and scholarship but keep on collecting
paychecks until they retire. The most recent variant of this tale
is the post tenure review Process.
I decided to investigate my own for aged professors with the
entire department and went looking above-mentioned disabilities.
First target, Jim Crooks, that 62-year old fellow with white hair
and svelte physique who's been at UNF since 1972 as chairperson,
acting dean of the College of Arts and Sciences, and UNF Distinguished
Professor. A full professor for 24 years, he seemed a likely laggard
about to be eliminated by post-tenure review.
But upon investigation, I found that Jim Crooks does not fit
the BOR's stereotyped model of an aging and nonproductive professor.
Jim is busily researching another book, and in the current academic
year will introduce two imaginative courses which mix academic
assignments and student interaction in community agencies. Instead
of a dead-in-the-water teacher, I found a vital teacher/scholar
taking significant new directions late in his career, and a man
who makes extraordinary service contributions to the Jacksonville
community.
So, I turned to Tom Leonard, who started at UNF in the fall of
1974 and has been a professor for 16 years, an obvious villain.
But I found Leonard's teaching has also improved with age and
that he has become a national figure in the study of U.S./Central
American and Caribbean Relations, with a lengthy list of publications
he adds to each year.
There had to be a turkey somewhere in the department, I reasoned,
perhaps John Maraldo, or David Courtwright, or Theophilus Prousis
could be served to the legislature. Maraldo, 9 years a professor
and on the faculty since 1980, is looking a bit long in the tooth
these days (and he's speaking at Princeton University today and
won't hear me talk about him). But alas, I learned that Maraldo
published an important study of a Japanese philosopher just last
year. What about Courtwright, who is also away, speaking at Yale
University about his study of violence in American history published
by Harvard University Press. You may have read his cover story
in the current issue of American Heritage. I read the manuscript
before it went to press. Its an extraordinary achievement. In
the months ahead, look for David on the national talk show circuit
and in policy debates on violence in America. I assure you, he's
not worried about post tenure review.
I was fast running out of targets but there was still Theo Prousis,
promoted last year and at UNF since 1984. Hoping to find a professional
slacker, I learned instead that Prousis is a younger version of
Crooks, Leonard, Maraldo and Courtwright, a teacher/scholar with
a national reputation in Russian history, some of it gained with
his excellent book on Greek merchants in the Crimea.
You should know that my department's associate and assistant
professors are also model teacher/scholars. Even our newest historian,
Eric Robinson, with only two years teaching experience, has a
honk on Ancient Greece under contract with a respected press.
My own scholarship differs from the work of my colleagues. Mine
is tied to place, to locale, to specific sites and people, but
the research base is comparative and international. I try to focus
on a locality--Northeast Florida, for example--and examine its
history in depth while comparing it to events and people outside
the region. I read the published works of other historians and
test their conclusions through intense local scrutiny. Often,
I find that the actual events of local history cast doubts on
the best "national" interpretations. I dig for evidence
at archives in Britain and West Africa, just like Bernard Bailer,
of Harvard University; but unlike Bailyn, I generally pay my own
way. I don't mean to compare my achievements to Bailyn's; mine
are modest, his are legendary. He turns monumental amounts of
data into sweeping generalizations of daring proportions and presents
it in elegant prose, most notably in Voyagers to the West: A Passage
in the Peopling of America on the Eye of the Revolution. But in
that book, the chapter on East Florida ("Failure in Xanadu")
does not fit it the test of local scrutiny. From afar, without
knowing the ecology and people of this locale, he misinterpreted
the most significant factors in the colony's history. To Bailyn
British East Florida was an expensive and exotic two-decade failure
because its leaders failed to recruit adequate numbers of white
settlers. Under the microscope of local history, I found that
up to the late 1770s, when the American Revolution brought widespread
devastation to the region, East Florida's plantations, which were
nonexistent when Britain took over in 1763, were profitable and
thriving. Why? Mainly, because Governor James Grant and the absentee
planters he advised invested heavily in black--rather than white--laborers
Gov. Grant's message was simple: "no produce will answer
the expense of white labor," since white men from England
will become "generally drunk and idle" in Florida; therefore,
"work in this new world and indeed in every warm climate
must be carried on by Negroes." Grant and the other investors
first brought to Florida skilled "country born" slaves
from South Carolina who understood English and were competent
farmers, woodsmen, carpenters, coopers, cattle keepers--even Overseers
and managers. Later, new Africans were distributed among the acculturated
second generation African Americans who initiated the plantations
in Florida's virgin forests and swamps.
Bailyn and I should get together. He could show me some new archives,
and with the aid of his Harvard credit card, the best of show
him the remains of London's restaurants. In return, I could show
him the remains of British rice fields on the St. Marys and St.Johns
and Halifax Rivers that Africans carved from mosquito ridden swamps.
We could walk together through Guana State Park and view the remains
of indigo plantations created by the Africans owned by James Grant.
And together we could bring meaning to the lives of those skilled,
hard working and hardy Africans who brought wealth to the white
planters but whose contributions have been largely overlooked
in the interpretation of American History.
My current research focuses on Zephaniah Kingsley and his family.
Kingsley was a highly controversial Anglo American planter and
slave owner, African slave trader, Caribbean merchant, miscengenist
and polygamist, and late in life a qualified abolitionist who
moved three of his
African wives and children, along with fifty slaves, to estates
he purchased in Haiti as sanctuaries from race prejudice. My research
on Kingsley began over two decades ago, after a drive north on
A-I-A to Kingsley Plantation on Fort George Island, currently
a National Park Service property. Now, when I make that drive,
after searching in archives and courthouses in the U.S. and Canada,
in England, Scotland, Denmark, Africa and the Caribbean, gaze
through the trees and through time and see a 13-year old Wolof
girl from Senegal named Anta Majigeen Ndiaye who was captured
in a terrifying slave raid in her homeland and transported in
a slave ship to Havana, Cuba where she was purchased by Kingsley
and became Anna, the planter's wife.
Emancipate alongside her children, she became a plantation and
slave owner in her own right and a significant figure in the region's
history.
In the classes I teach at UNF. I place the Kingsleys into the
fascinating mix of races and cultures that Florida's history encompasses.
Anyone trying to understand the variants of Mexican and Spanish
race relations and slavery would do well to study the Kingsley
case. I am able to teach this with some authenticity and vitality
because of the intensive knowledge that scholarship in support
of teaching has provided.
This is the way all of my colleagues in history and philosophy
blend teaching and scholarship, and why I believe my department
is a model for others to emulate. Rated every semester as outstanding
teachers, my colleagues have publication records that match the
brag sheets of professors at the biggest and proudest universities
in Florida. It is a department that believes in cooperative and
collegial governance, where five persons have rotated the burdens
of chairing. To this day, there has never been a grievance filed
against one of our chairpersons. Four of the five have been named
UNF Distinguished Professors, and we have Courtwright, Prousis,
Buchwalter and company coming at you in the future. And before,
we had the inspiration of another Distinguished Professor, Robert
Loftin, who left us in body two years ago.
I am fully aware of the many accomplishments of outstanding teacher/scholars
in other departments and colleges at UNF, and don't mean to belittle
them in any way, yet I'd like to think that 25-years from now,
all our departments will resemble my own. What I hope will vanish
before our 50th birthday is the old shibboleth that goes something
like this: "We are a teaching institution; we don't believe
in publish or perish." It has usually been uttered by administrators
who said: "UNF is a teaching institution," when they
really meant "we teach more at UNF than elsewhere but the
faculty need not worry about publish or perish," which was
really another way of saying "we don't support professional
development." Those words have bothered me for 24-years,
especially now when some faculty are years away from graduate
school and in need of ongoing scholarly activity to retail their
vitality in the classroom. In the past, my UNF colleagues had
to look outside for support or they turned their own pockets inside
out. We have finally turned an important corner on the professional
development debate; our current administrators share my belief
that scholarship in support of teaching is essential if education
is to remain vital. There remains, however, the nagging thought
that some faculty may have heard the old shibboleth for so long
that they began to believe in it. It crept into our promotion
decisions through substitution of campus service and "grant-getting"
for scholarship. I'm not suggesting an end to service--it is a
professional obligation that responsible faculty honor. But service
does not equal scholarship because it does not renew and enliven
teaching. As for "grant-getting" the more the better,
but for promotion we should not confuse getting grants with using
the grants to produce scholarship and thereby enliven teaching.
In closing, I want to assure you that my hopes for UNF at age
fifty not be themes of the 25-year history I'm working on. That
will be a book of memories from 1972 to the present, an oral history
with numerous photographs but without heavy analysis. I'm being
released from one class a semester to do this work, just enough
time to do a memory book. So, I'll be coming to many of your offices
with tape recorder in hand during the coming months. Our conversations
will be transcribed and returned to you to ensure accuracy and
with a request for permission signatures. If you do not want the
conversations to go into the book or the UNF archives the tapes
and transcripts will be given to you.
Our 25th birthday means a year of celebration ahead As we celebrate
let us also put aside some time to reflect so that in some future
forum we can gather out beat critiques and prepare for UNF in
the year 2022. I want to be at the 50th anniversary party to say,
"UNF believes in the concept of teacher/scholar and because
of that it is still the best teaching institution in the state
of Florida." That will be some party.
Daniel L. Schafer
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