
Where Is Yale?

A few days spent at an academic conference at Yale, along with several late-night ethnographic field trips among the undergrad social world on campus left me with an unnerving question: where is the spark that produces president after president?
Yale is a factory of world leaders, Nobel Prize winners and industrialists. Yet more than any other impression I gained last week, what really stuck out to me was the ordinariness of Yale’s student body.
I watched them eat ice cream and drink beer; I listened to their coeducational lamentations and joking. And I could have been at any college. These kids were surely intelligent and promising—that’s why they got into Yale—but only slightly more so than at UCLA, or Macalester, or Arizona. In fact, with three times the student body of Yale, UC Berkeley only has to produce geniuses at a third of Yale’s rate to rule the world.
So where is the magic? I remember a philosophy 101 class I took as a freshman. Discussing the mind-body problem, the professor asked us, where is the university?
Knowing full well that it was the wrong answer, we gave him what he wanted: it’s at such-and-such an address. But, he challenged, that’s only the campus. What if there are no people? Where then is the university? But it would equally be wrong to say that the university is its people: it is also its facilities.
Back to Yale: where is its Yaliness? The buildings are nice, but I’ve seen nicer. The students are sharp, but where is the magic?
The answer, I had to believe, is in the connections and the expectations, which is to say, the culture of the university. That is an intangible I can’t catch in a few days on campus.
So where is Yale? It’s in New Haven, CT—certainly. But it’s also in alumni associations, and attitudes. But what else is missing for a full picture? I’d love your opinions.
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At Wisconsin, an institution long overrepresented by the radical left, where an anti-war bombing in 1970 destroyed a building, they rebuilt it with the scars intact, as if to acknowledge the bombing's place in Wisconsin's story.
So I get, and acknowledge what you're saying. It doesn't change the question, though: Yale has a magic that exceeds the sum of buildings+achievements of people. I remain fascinated.