2005 Commencement Address
Commencement 2005 
 Tuesday, May 24, 2005 
 Radio City Music Hall 
 10:00 am 
 
 Congratulations, class of 2005. 
 
 This is your own very glorious day. 
 
 As I look around you—and into the distance of this great hall—I see the beaming faces
                     of your families and friends, and members of our faculty—all of whom share in this
                     special moment, all of whom take pride in your accomplishments. 
 
 I want to welcome all of you: families, friends, our faculty and administration,
                     trustees and distinguished guests, especially those alumni who have returned to help
                     us mark our 60th anniversary. 
 
 Your presence here today adds to the joy of this moment for our graduates. 
 
 You know, one of my constant messages to you, from the moment you arrived on campus,
                     has been a simple one: give back. 
 
 One way or another, even in the midst of your busy lives as students, between the
                     pressures of projects, deadlines, exams, work —even play— find a way to make a difference—
                     in the classroom, in the college, in the community in which you live— give back. 
 
 It is, as they say, the rent we pay for having a room here on this earth. 
 
 Now that sounds fairly simple. 
 
 And simplistic. 
 
 But, in fact, it is not. 
 
 The nature and spirit of generosity, and the endless ways in which it can be expressed—and
                     denied— are as vast and complex as humanity itself. 
 
 Like many college presidents, I spend a lot of time—probably far too much of my time—trying
                     to tap into that spirit, convincing people, foundations, corporations—to give to fit.
                     
 
 So the complexities of generosity, of gift giving, are often on my mind. 
 
 In recent years, the world has witnessed acts of mass and spectacular generosity—acts
                     that match the horrific and spectacular events that prompted them: the billions of
                     dollars that flowed into New York City following 9/11, and the vast outpouring of
                     helping hands that arrived, as if by impulse, at Ground Zero the billions of dollars
                     more that rushed to relief efforts following the tsunami late last year. 
 
 For some, it takes a cataclysmic event to be jolted into action. 
 
 And then, once the emergency has subsided and faded from the headlines, they revert
                     to their more insular, self-involved lives. 
 
 Indeed, generosity does not come naturally to everyone, nor should we expect that
                     it would. 
 
 Yet, believe it or not, science tells us that despite the alienation and greed that
                     is so much a part of our world—despite humanity's awful history of violence and selfishness
                     and destruction—we may actually be wired to be nice, to cooperate, to be generous.
                     
 
 In neurological studies based at Emory University not long ago, scientists—using
                     MRI technology—found that the pleasure centers of our brains, the so-called reward
                     centers—light up when people cooperate and are generous with each other even when
                     it is not in their best financial interests to do so. 
 
 And the longer they cooperate, the happier they become. 
 
 Yet long before the advent of x-rays and MRIs—about 1000 years before—another scientist
                     with the odd nickname of Rambam was also studying generosity and human behavior. 
 
 He was deeply concerned about the social fabric of society and the achievement of
                     a just world. 
 
 Consumed with questions of righteousness and obligation, he explored the development
                     of the charitable heart, and its moral and spiritual consequences. 
 
 Rambam is actually the acronym for Moses Maimonides, the renowned 12th century rabbi,
                     philosopher and physician. 
 
 In his studies, he devised a ladder of charity—a very contemporary 8-step program
                     for giving, with rungs in descending order of worthiness. 
 
 At its top is responsibility: to give the transformative gift of self-reliance so
                     that the recipient will never have to beg again. 
 
 At its bottom is reluctance to give grudgingly—perhaps judgmentally—as we sometimes do when we hand change over to a panhandler in the street, certain
                     he is lazy or worse. 
 
 In between are rungs that analyze amount, motivation, when, to whom, and under what
                     conditions one gives. 
 
 I got considerable insight into Rambam's ladder from a book of the same name written
                     by Julie Salamon, a reporter for the new york times. 
 
 As Ms. Salamon points out, giving can be full of paradoxes and problems for even
                     the most altruistic among us. 
 
 We can be simultaneously selfish and generous, suspicious and open. 
 
 And Rambam's ladder can be like a children's slide or teeter-totter: once on, you
                     go up or down, or perhaps straddle between rungs—depending on the moment or the mood,
                     the person or the cause confronting you. 
 
 In doing her research, Ms. Salamon found stories of pain and triumph, and the many
                     ways the act of giving breaks through life's anonymity to redeem the human spirit.
                     
 
 I would like to share one such story that I found particularly compelling—one that
                     took place in the wake of 9/11, at that time when all of us were still in the midst
                     of that immediate shock and fear. 
 
 On that very morning, prior to the attack, at a crisis center that serves the homeless
                     located on the Bowery—just north of the financial district—the staff was gearing up
                     for a busy day. 
 
 It was already quite hectic and crowded, with many clients being admitted and discharged.
                     
 
 Then the planes struck and soon after, the endless parade of escaping people started
                     to stream past the crisis center—covered in dust, debris, some in blood. 
 
 Instantaneously, and without anyone asking, the homeless men and women went to work:
                     they organized, set out chairs, provided water, helped to hose off debris and generally
                     provided care—as if they were actual members of the crisis center staff. 
 
 All day they worked, all day they maintained this remarkable role reversal. As the
                     centers director put it, they were glad to be part of something, to be doing something
                     they were there. 
 
 Indeed, no more were they anonymous victims, the recipients of charity invisible.
                     
 
 Through their own giving acts, they broke through that anonymity and isolation, and
                     became a vibrant part of a community. 
 
 When one of the women they helped brought in a tray of cookies a few days later,
                     it was not as a favor bestowed—but rather a gesture to say thank you for all they
                     had contributed. 
 
 It is not surprising to learn that in the weeks and months that followed, as life
                     returned to normal, these men and women began to experience long bouts of depression
                     once again. 
 
 Once again, they were uninvolved, unconnected, anonymous. 
 
 But for that one galvanizing day, the anonymity of their lives was lifted. 
 
 They felt the regenerative power of giving —and by their own generosity, their humanity
                     was validated and affirmed. 
 
 I think many of you have started to learn that lesson in your years here at fit and
                     in that, you make us quite hopeful and proud. 
 
 You have learned to identify with the fate of others. 
 
 Student volunteer activity keeps growing—and in impressive numbers and ways. 
 
 Food drives, blood drives, fundraising drives—you have helped at homes for battered women and HIV positive children served at soup
                     kitchens—played bingo at senior centers. 
 
 You have learned, to quote another observer, that gifts attach us and when we connect
                     we prosper. All of us do. 
 
 When we send you out into the larger world today, I hope you will build on what you
                     have learned. 
 
 Make the spirit of giving a guiding principle of your day-to-day life. 
 
 A habit. 
 
 This may not be easy; you will, like all of us, slide up and down Rambam's ladder.
                     
 
 But as fit students, you have a very special gift—the gift of creativity and imagination.
                     
 
 Without it, you would not have been admitted to fit. 
 
 With it, you have the inherent power—the capacity —to grasp, with great compassion,
                     the human predicament. 
 
 When we send you out into the larger world today, we know you will succeed. But as
                     I think you have already learned, success—real success—is measured by more than just
                     the bottom line. 
 
 As we learn from Rambam's ladder, in the end, we are not measured by what we have,
                     but from what we give to each other. 
 
 So in the years ahead choose generosity over selfishness, participation over alienation.
                     
 
 Hang onto Rambam's ladder and let your neurons jump with joy.
 
 I wish you god speed. 
 
 Now, for another jolt of joy, I am very pleased to introduce you to our guest speaker,
                     Charles Osgood. 
 
 Every Sunday morning, for years now, he has been bringing light into our lives as
                     the host of the CBS-TV news program Sunday Morning. 
 
 And when, at the close of each of those shows, he tells us Ill see you on the radio,
                     we know just exactly what he means. 
 
 Because as anchor and writer of the Osgood file, which is broadcast daily on CBS
                     radio, his commentary is so lucid that we can indeed see just exactly his point. 
 
 Mr. Osgood has been with CBS for almost 40 years and with his perceptive, broad ranging
                     reports, he has greatly influenced our culture. 
 
 Indeed, he has tallied up a huge audience of listeners and admirers, as well as almost
                     every broadcast journalism honor on the books, including three Emmys and three Peabodys.
                     
 
 In this particular fit audience, he might be best recognized for his trademark bow-tie.
                     
 
 However, he is also known as the CBS poet-in-residence for his occasional versifying
                     and he is, in addition, a humorist, author, and even a musician, who has played piano
                     and banjo with the new york and Boston Pops orchestras. 
 
 A true renaissance man. 
 
 It is our great honor to have him with us. 
 
 Please join me in welcoming Charles Osgood.