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Her father told her that it made her look ladylike. That would have been a sin. Traditional and stern in their private lives, they believed in communal compassion and government action. They also put tremendous faith in education. For the past years, New England schools have been among the best in the United States. She had a natural facility with words, and in high school she used her glibness to slide by. She then went off to Mount Holyoke College, a member of the class of Today, students live more or less unsupervised in their dorms.

They are given the freedom to conduct their private lives as they see fit. Then, they were placed under restrictions, many of which seem absurd now, that were designed to inculcate deference, modesty, and respect. Freshmen meeting a sophomore on the campus should bow respectfully. No Freshman shall wear a long skirt or hair high on head before the mid- year examinations. Van Dieman used Latin grammar the way a drill instructor might use forced marches, as an ordeal to cultivate industriousness.

She forced Perkins to work, hour upon hour, on precise recitations of the Latin verb tenses. Nonetheless, her chemistry teacher, Nellie Goldthwaite, hounded her into majoring in chemistry. Goldthwaite urged Perkins to take the hardest courses even if it meant earning mediocre grades. Perkins took the challenge. Goldthwaite became her faculty adviser. It did not see its role, as modern universities tend to, in purely Adam I cognitive terms.

It was not there merely to help students question their assumptions. Instead, it successfully performed the broader role of college: helping teenagers become adults.

It inculcated self-control. It helped its students discover new things to love. Then it told them that the heroes in this struggle are not the self-aggrandizing souls who chase after glory; they are rather the heroes of renunciation, those who accept some arduous calling. It emphasized that performing service is not something you do out of the goodness of your heart but as a debt you are repaying for the gift of life.

Then it gave them concrete ways to live this life of steady, heroic service. Perkins also went to college at a time when the social gospel movement was at its most influential.

It is not enough, Rauschenbusch argued, to heal the sinfulness in each individual human heart. There is also suprapersonal sin—evil institutions and social structures that breed oppression and suffering. The real Christian life, they said, is not a solitary life of prayer and repentance. But it achieved this task in an ironic way. It forced her to confront her natural weaknesses. It pushed her down. Perkins came to Holyoke sweet and glib, diminutive and charming. She tried teaching at an upscale school for girls in Lake Forest, Illinois, but it was uninspiring.

Eventually she also commuted in to Chicago and became involved with Hull House. The idea was to give women a new range of service careers, to link the affluent with the poor, and to re-create the sense of community that had been destroyed by the disruptions of industrialization.

At Hull House, affluent women lived among the poor and working classes, serving as counselors, assistants, and advisers and taking on projects to make their lives better.

They offered job training, child care, a savings bank, English lessons, even art classes. Not long ago, I asked the head of a prestigious prep school how her institution teaches its students about character.

She answered by telling me how many hours of community service the students do. That is to say, when I asked her about something internal, she answered by talking about something external. And so it goes. Many people today have deep moral and altruistic yearnings, but, lacking a moral vocabulary, they tend to convert moral questions into resource allocation questions. How can I serve the greatest number? How can I have impact? The atmosphere at Hull House was quite different.

The people who organized the place had a specific theory about how to build character, equally for those serving the poor and for the poor themselves. She was suspicious of its shapelessness, the way compassionate people tended to ooze out sentiment on the poor to no practical effect. She also rejected the self- regarding taint of the emotion, which allowed the rich to feel good about themselves because they were doing community service.

Addams had no tolerance for any pose that might put the server above those being served. As with all successful aid organizations, she wanted her workers to enjoy their work, to love their service. At Hull House, social workers were commanded to make themselves small. They were commanded to check their sympathies and exercise scientific patience as they investigated the true needs of each individual. The idea was to let the poor determine their own lives rather than becoming dependent upon others.

Their ambitions have shrunk. At school, Addams wrote in her memoir, Twenty Years at Hull House, students are taught to be self- sacrificial and self-forgetting, to put the good of society above the good of their ego. The young women are effectively asked to repress their desire to right wrongs and alleviate suffering. She knew how to navigate the landscape of poverty. She also had more courage. Her next job was with an organization in Philadelphia founded by a Hull House alumna.

Bogus employment agencies were luring immigrant women into boardinghouses, sometimes drugging them and forcing them into prostitution. Kelley was a hero and inspiration to Perkins. She was a deeply emotional and profoundly religious woman, although the expression was often unconventional.

The Triangle Factory fire was the moment when those two processes took a definitive leap. That is to say, they feel that their own reputation and their own identity are at stake when decisions are made. She went to work in Albany, lobbying the state legislature for worker safety legislation. She left behind the prejudices of her upscale New York social set.

She left behind the gentility of progressive politics. She would compromise ruthlessly if it meant making progress. If you want to usher real change, he told her, you have to work with the sleazy legislators and the rough party pols.

You have to be practical, subordinate your personal purity to the cause. In Albany, Perkins also learned how to deal with older men.

They know and respect their mothers—99 percent of them do. Up until then, she had dressed in the conventional fashion of the day. But from that point on she began dressing like a mother. She wore somber black dresses with white bow ties at the neck.

She despised the nickname, but she found that the method worked. She suppressed her sexuality, her femininity, and even part of her identity in order to win the confidence of the old men around her. Among other projects, Perkins lobbied furiously for a bill to limit the workweek to 54 hours. She tried to befriend the machine bosses to get them to support the bill.

They did their best to deceive and out-maneuver her, but she won support from some of the rank and file. The activists for the bill had spent the previous months insisting that there could be no exemptions. All industries, especially the canners, had to be covered by the legislation. At the crucial moment, Perkins stood at the edge of the legislative chamber.

Her colleagues argued vociferously for rejecting it. Instead, she took half a loaf. She told legislators her organization would support the bill. You stormed into my heart somehow and I could never let you go. They did not invite their friends or tell them of the wedding in advance.

Perkins and Wilson informed their families, but too late for them to attend. The two witnesses were just people who happened to be in the building at the time. There was no luncheon or tea afterward. To tell the truth, I was reluctant. I was no longer a child but a grown woman. I liked life better in a single harness. I like him…. I enjoy his friends and company and I might as well marry and get it off my mind.

They lived in a gracious townhouse on Washington Square, not far from where Perkins had been drinking tea when the Triangle fire erupted. Perkins continued with her social work. Their home became a center for political activists of the day. Soon things began to deteriorate. John Mitchel was voted out of office. Wilson had an affair with a society lady, which caused a furor and then was never mentioned again.

The boy died shortly after birth. Perkins was consumed by grief, but that, too, was never mentioned again. She also had a daughter, Susanna, named after the wife of the second governor of the Plymouth Colony.

He seems to have been manic-depressive. From on there were never anything but very short periods of reasonably comfortable accommodations to life. Perkins was sometimes afraid to be alone with him, because he was prone to violent rages and was much stronger than she was. He would spend significant parts of the next several decades in asylums and institutional care, where Perkins would visit him on weekends. When he was home he was unable to handle any responsibility.

This attitude was partly a product of her Yankee upbringing. But she was also reticent as a matter of philosophy and conviction. There is a general struggle between two philosophic dispositions, what the social critic Rochelle Gurstein calls the party of reticence and the party of exposure.

The party of exposure believes that anything secret is suspect and that life works better when everything is brought out into the open and discussed. Perkins was definitely a member of the party of reticence. Damage is done when people bring intimate things before mere acquaintances or total strangers. Precious emotions are lifted out of the context of trust and intimacy and trampled. Though she was a believer in government when it came to serving the poor and protecting the weak, she had a strong aversion to government when it trampled the right to privacy.

There was a cost to this philosophy. She was not superbly introspective. She did not excel at intimacy. It is hard to know what would have happened if her husband had not spent so much time in mental institutions, but it is likely that her public vocation would have crowded out her energy and capacity for private intimacy nonetheless.

She was built for the public campaign. She did not receive love well, or give it, or display vulnerability. Frances exerted iron control over herself and expected it in her daughter. Throughout her life, Susanna suffered severe bouts of depression. Susanna married a man who conducted a flagrant affair. By the s, she was something of a hippie, twenty years before the term existed. She became involved with various countercultural groups.

She developed a fixation on the Romanian sculptor Constantin Brancusi. Perkins once invited Susanna to a society event and begged her to dress appropriately.

Susanna chose a flamboyant green dress and wore her hair piled wildly atop her head, with garish flowers adorning her hair and neck. Even at age seventy-seven, Frances turned over her rent- controlled apartment in New York so that Susanna would have a place to live. Every virtue can come with its own accompanying vice. The virtue of reticence can yield the vice of aloofness.

Perkins was not emotionally vulnerable to those close to her. Her public vocation never completely compensated for her private solitude. He was loyal, approachable, voluble and a man with the common touch. Smith also gave Perkins her first big break in government. There is no boasting in any of her reminiscences that this was a brave and even reckless thing to do. To her, this was simply a job that needed doing. But for Perkins it was simply a way to avoid the first person pronoun.

It was a way to suggest that any proper person would of course be duty-bound to do what she had done under the circumstances. He did not impress her. She found him shallow and a bit arrogant. He had a habit of throwing his head back as he spoke. Later, when he was president, that gesture suggested confidence and buoyant optimism. But when he was young, Perkins just thought it made him look supercilious.

When he returned, she felt he had changed. His hands, supporting his weight on the podium, never stopped trembling. Perkins realized that after the speech, someone would have to cover his awkward movements as he lurched down from the stand. She gestured to a woman behind her, and as he concluded, they hurried up to Roosevelt, nominally to congratulate him, but actually to shield his movements with their skirts. Perkins admired the way Roosevelt gratefully and humbly accepted help.

On the day he offered her the job, she told him that she would give him a day to reconsider, to consult with others. She had a judicial temperament and a strong sense in all situations of what was fair. She was always open to new ideas and yet the moral purpose of the law, the welfare of mankind, was never overlooked.

Again, she resisted. When rumors of her potential nomination circulated during the transition, Perkins wrote FDR a letter saying that she hoped they were untrue. If she were to join the cabinet, FDR would have to commit to a broad array of social insurance policies: massive unemployment relief, a giant public works program, minimum wage laws, a Social Security program for old age insurance, and the abolition of child labor.

She confirmed she would. Perkins was one of only two top aides to stay with Roosevelt for his entire term as president. She became one of the tireless champions of the New Deal. She was central to the creation of the Social Security system. She sponsored federal legislation on child labor and unemployment insurance. Perkins excelled at reading Franklin Roosevelt. After he died, Perkins wrote a biographical work, The Roosevelt I Knew, which remains one of the most astute character sketches ever written about the man.

One may courageously take the step that seems right today because it can be modified tomorrow if it does not work well. He took a step and adjusted, a step and adjusted.

Gradually a big change would emerge. The prophets of Israel would have called him an instrument of the Lord. The prophets of today could only explain his type of mind in terms of psychology, about which they know so pitiably little.

Before her meeting with the president she would prepare a one-page memo outlining the concrete options before him. They would go over her outline and Roosevelt would state his preference. Are you sure? Do you want items number two and three? You understand that this is what we do and this is who is opposed? Then she would ask him a third time, asking him whether he explicitly remembered his decision and understood the opposition he would face.

Is it still okay? She was not popular with many of the men in the cabinet. For one thing, she had a tendency to go on at meetings. She was certainly not popular with the press. Her sense of privacy and her fierce desire to protect her husband prevented her from hanging around with reporters or ever letting down her guard. The reporters, in turn, were unsympathetic. As the years went by, she became exhausted by the job. Her reputation waned.

Twice she sent Roosevelt a letter of resignation and twice he rejected it. Not now! You are all right. The case revolved around an Australian longshoreman named Harry Bridges who led a general strike in San Francisco.

When the Soviet Union fell and the files were opened, it turned out they were right. Bridges was a Communist agent, known by the code name Rossi. Deportation hearings, operated by the Labor Department, dragged on.

In , more evidence against Bridges surfaced, and in , the department began proceedings to deport him. Perkins bore the brunt of their criticism.

Why was the labor secretary shielding a subversive? One congressman accused her of being a Russian Jew and a Communist herself. Parnell Thomas of New Jersey introduced impeachment charges against her. The press coverage was brutal. Franklin Roosevelt was given a chance to rise to her defense, but, wary of soiling his own reputation by association, he just let her hang out there. Most of her allies in Congress remained silent, too. The New York Times wrote an ambiguous editorial.

The common sentiment was that she was in fact a Communist, and nobody wanted to get in the line of fire of those who were persecuting her. It was left to the Tammany Hall pols to remain reliably steadfast beside her.

Her description of that period is awkwardly phrased but revealing. We disintegrate if we do these things. If she relaxed the hold she had on herself, then all might fall apart. She would go to the convent for two or three days at a time, gathering for prayers five times a day, eating simple meals, and tending the gardens.

During the impeachment crisis, Perkins visited the convent whenever she could. It is really quite remarkable what it does for one. When a person gives a poor man shoes, does he do it for the poor man or for God?

He should do it for God, she decided. But if you do it for God, you will never grow discouraged. A person with a deep vocation is not dependent on constant positive reinforcement. Finally, on February 8, , Perkins was able to meet her accusers. She appeared before the House Judiciary Committee as it considered articles of impeachment against her. The questions ranged from the skeptical to the brutal.

When opponents made vicious charges against her, she asked them to repeat their question, believing that no person can be scurrilous twice. The photographs of the hearing make her look haggard and exhausted, but she impressed the committee with her detailed knowledge of the case. Eventually, in March, the committee ruled that there were insufficient facts to support impeachment. She was cleared, but the report was vague and elliptical.

It generated little press coverage and her reputation was permanently marred. Unable to resign, she soldiered on in the administration for another six years, helping out mostly behind the scenes. After her government service ended, when she could have written a memoir to give her side of the story, she declined. During the Second World War, she served as an administrative troubleshooter.

She urged Roosevelt to do something to help European Jewry. Instead of writing that memoir, she wrote a book about Roosevelt instead. Perkins did not really experience private joy until the end of her life. In , a young labor economist asked her to teach a course at Cornell.

She was delighted by the invitation. Some of the boys had trouble understanding how this small, charming, and unassuming old lady could have played such an important historical role.

She tried to destroy some of her papers, to foil future biographers. It would be hard to foresee from that vulnerable expression that she would be able to endure so much hardship—the mental illnesses of her husband and daughter, the ordeal of being the solitary woman in a hypermasculine world, the decades of political battles and negative press.

She faced her own weaknesses—laziness, glibness—early in life and steeled herself for a life of total commitment. She suppressed her own identity so she could lobby for her cause. She took on every new challenge and remained as steadfast as her motto. But she combined this activism with reticent traditionalism, hesitancy, and a puritanical sensibility.

Daring in politics and economics, she was conservative in morality. Her rectitude and reticence pinched her private life and made her bad at public relations. But it helped her lead a summoned life, a life in service to a vocation.

She is willing to surrender the things that are most dear, and by seeking to forget herself and submerge herself she finds a purpose that defines and fulfills herself. Such vocations almost always involve tasks that transcend a lifetime.

They involve compensating for the brevity of life by finding membership in a historic commitment. Her childhood was more or less a series of catastrophes. When she was a young girl, Union soldiers invaded her home, hunting for her two teenage brothers. Her mother died when Ida was nearly five, and her father died when she was eleven. The children were scattered among distant relations. Ida became the assistant cook for the large household that was putting her up. She baked pies, pastries, and meats, darned socks, and patched clothing.

She was not, however, sad and pitiable. From the start, she had spark and drive and pushed daringly against her hardships. She was an overworked orphan, but folks in town remembered her as something of a tomboy, wiry and unafraid, galloping bareback through town on any borrowed horse, and one time falling and breaking her nose. One day, when she was fifteen, her host family went off on a family outing, leaving her alone.

She got a room and a job and enrolled herself in the local high school. The rest she devoted to her education. There were fourteen freshmen the year Ida matriculated, and classes were held in the parlor of a residential house. Ida studied music. Her classmates found a joyful, gregarious personality and an extremely optimistic nature, and they elected her valedictorian. Their children could not remember a serious argument between them, though David gave Ida ample cause.

They were married within the River Brethren church, a small orthodox sect that believed in plain dress, temperance, and pacifism. The women of the River Brethren sect wore bonnets as part of their religious garb. One day Ida and a friend decided they no longer wanted to wear the bonnets. They were ostracized at church, forced to sit alone in the back. But eventually they won the day and were readmitted, bonnetless, into the community. David opened a store with a partner named Milton Good near Abilene, Kansas.

That was a face-saving lie, which his sons appeared to believe. The fact is that David Eisenhower was solitary and difficult. After the business collapsed, David left for Texas, leaving Ida with an infant son at home and another on the way. Ida followed him to Texas and set up home in a shack along the tracks, where Dwight was born. David was offered a job at a creamery in Abilene, and they moved back to Kansas and back to the middle class.

Ida raised five boys, all of whom would go on to remarkable success and all of whom would spend their lives revering her. There was not much demonstrated love. Dwight became an avid reader of classical history, reading about the battles of Marathon and Salamis and heroes like Pericles and Themistocles.

Though Dwight was not religious later in life, he was steeped in the biblical metaphysic and could cite verses with ease. Ida, though devout herself, strongly believed that religious views were a matter of personal conscience and not to be imposed on others.

In reality, it was a harsh environment covered by a thick code of respectability and propriety. Abilene had gone from boomtown to Bible Belt, from whorehouses to schoolmarms, without any of the intervening phases. Ida began raising her boys in a house Ike would later calculate to be about square feet.

Thrift was essential, self-discipline a daily lesson. One year an invasion of grasshoppers ruined the crops. Once, when Dwight was babysitting his three-year-old brother, Earl, he left a pocketknife open on a windowsill. Earl got up on a chair, tried to grasp the knife, but it slipped from his hands and plunged into his eye, damaging the eye and producing a lifelong sense of guilt in Dwight. Somebody should write a history of how the common death of children shaped culture and beliefs.

It must have created a general sense that profound suffering was not far off, that life was fragile and contained unbearable hardships. This was the shape of life: an underlying condition of peril, covered by an ethos of self-restraint, reticence, temperance, and self-wariness, all designed to minimize the risks.

They developed a stern interest in those activities that might harden resilience. Any child raised by Ida Eisenhower was going to value education, but the general culture placed much less emphasis on it than ours does now. Academics were less important because you could get a decent job without a degree. What mattered more to long-term stability and success was having steady habits, the ability to work, the ability to sense and ward off sloth and self-indulgence.

Ike wanted to go with them, but his parents told him he was too young. He turned red. His hair bristled. Weeping and screaming, he rushed out into the front yard and began pounding his fists against the trunk of an apple tree, scraping the skin off and leaving his hands bloody and torn. His father shook him, lashed him with a hickory switch, and sent him up to bed. Of all her boys, she told him, he had the most to learn about controlling his passions.

At least she got me to acknowledge that I was wrong and I felt enough ease in my mind to fall off to sleep. We are fallen, but also splendidly endowed. The essential drama of life is the drama to construct character, which is an engraved set of disciplined habits, a settled disposition to do good. If they talk about human evil at all, that evil is most often located in the structures of society—in inequality, oppression, racism, and so on—not in the human breast.

Sin was used as a pretext to live joylessly and censoriously. It was abused by those who, for whatever reason, fetishize suffering, who believe that only through dour self-mortification can you really become superior and good. Sin is a necessary piece of our mental furniture because it reminds us that life is a moral affair.

It just means we think and talk about these choices less clearly, and thus become increasingly blind to the moral stakes of everyday life. Sin is also a necessary piece of our mental furniture because sin is communal, while error is individual. You make a mistake, but we are all plagued by sins like selfishness and thoughtlessness. Sin is baked into our nature and is handed down through the generations. We are all sinners together. It is to be reminded that as the plight of sin is communal, so the solutions are communal.

We fight sin together, as communities and families, fighting our own individual sins by helping others fight theirs. Furthermore, the concept of sin is necessary because it is radically true.

It is to say that, like the rest of us, you have some perversity in your nature. We want to do one thing, but we end up doing another. We want what we should not want. None of us wants to be hard-hearted, but sometimes we are. No one wants to self- deceive, but we rationalize all the time. No one wants to be cruel, but we all blurt things out and regret them later. The same ambition that drives us to build a new company also drives us to be materialistic and to exploit. The same lust that leads to children leads to adultery.

The same confidence that can lead to daring and creativity can lead to self-worship and arrogance. Sin is not some demonic thing. Sin, when it is committed over and over again, hardens into loyalty to a lower love. The danger of sin, in other words, is that it feeds on itself. Small moral compromises on Monday make you more likely to commit other, bigger moral compromises on Tuesday. People rarely commit the big sins out of the blue.

They walk through a series of doors. They have an unchecked problem with anger. They have an unchecked problem with drinking or drugs. They have an unchecked problem of sympathy. Sin is the punishment of sin. The final reason sin is a necessary part of our mental furniture is that without it, the whole method of character building dissolves.

From time immemorial, people have achieved glory by achieving great external things, but they have built character by struggling against their internal sins. If you take away the concept of sin, then you take away the thing the good person struggles against. We do not guarantee that these techniques will work for you.

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