ABSTRACT
Chapter 8, Re-membering “the Room of Love”, takes Berry’s critique of neoliberalism home to my childhood town in Northern New York. There by my dying mother’s bedside, I remember the membership, the essential teaching and learning, the love that made me who I am today. I let wash over me the sadness of a dying town and the regret of my own leaving as one small thread in its systematic unraveling. I argue for such a painful confrontation as essential to our awakening from the nightmare that has already destroyed so much, and that will be slowed only by love among a membership committed to the flourishing of a place, only by an education that can renew the room of love.
