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In Memory of James Murphy
Professor of Political Science
James Murphy, professor of political science, died of cancer on Dec. 23, 2003. He will be deeply missed by the CSB/SJU community.
Name: Deven Carlson '03
Memory
Simons Hall will seem eerily empty without Murph. With his passing, the CSB/SJU community has lost a man who profoundly impacted many lives, mine included, over the years. Behind his imposing exterior was a kind, caring man who genuinely cared about each and every one of his students. Murph's classes, containing his unique brand of lecture and discussion, were among the most interesting, if not entertaining, classes I experienced at CSB/SJU. Murph always had time, and usually an opinion or story, for students who stopped by his office with a question about the 275 page reading assignment or 7-10 page paper due the next class period. His classes were undeniably demanding, but these high expectations are attributable to Murph’s optimism and the fact that he sincerely believed that all his students were incredibly bright and could meet, if not exceed, his lofty expectations. Murph was a determined individual who loved teaching and interacting with students. After a diagnosis such as his, many people would have packed it in and felt sorry for themselves. The optimism, confidence and determination Murph displayed in this situation was nothing short of amazing. After a brief time off, Murph came back confident that he would regain his health and determined to teach his second semester courses. That semester is something I will never forget. While we mourn the loss of Murph we should also celebrate the fact that his life is reflected in the lives of all those fortunate enough to have known him. I know I speak for many others when I say that he was a terrific professor and an exceptional role model, but most importantly, Murph was a great friend. He will be dearly missed.
Name: Excerpt from memorial service brochure
Memory
Jim was born to Mary C. (Selkirk) and James T. Murphy in Melrose Park, Ill. After his dad's death, the family moved to the Murphy farm near Odell, Ill., where Jim and Mike were joined by siblings Patrick, Kathleen, William and Frances after his mother's marriage to Leo C. Murphy. Jim always defined himself as a farm boy and people say he plowed corn "pretty enough for the Farm Journal." Jim attended schools in Sunbury Township and Odell, graduating from St. Paul High in 1955. Basketball was his sport. After a year at University of Illinois, Jim enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps and served with great pride. Following military service, he received his bachelor's and master's degrees from Illinois State University. He was a popular and intense student, active in all things political and recipient of several awards and honors. Jim completed his doctorate at University of Rochester in 1970 in political science, receiving fellowships in Congress and at the Brookings Institution. His first teaching position took the Murphy family to Connecticut and Wesleyan College. From 1976 until his death, Jim shared his love of politics and public policy with the thousands of students he treasured and nurtured at Saint John's University. Jim's work in the St. Cloud and Bethlehem communities provided a model of good citizenship for his students. Jim's passion for teaching, for working with kids and for sports came together around tennis. Founder of the Tennis Foundation of St. Cloud, Jim taught thousands of kids not just the game he so loved, but showed them the joys of achievement, persistence and competition. he was a tireless volunteer at the United States Tennis Association and coached at SJU and St. Cloud State University. And throughout his life, Jim was a constant and loving friend, brother husband and father. He was proceeded in death by his parents, his first wife, Barbara and brother Bill. Jim is survived and will be sorely missed by his wife, Marilyn; children Chris (Steve Peck) and Liz Murphy, David (Carleen Jogodka), Pieter and Lizzy Koenst; brothers and sisters and by his extended family.
Name: Terese Maier Rainwater '91
Memory
The first time I went to see Murph in his office booshelves slipped and sagged precariously from the weight of books. Books stacked on his desk, on his floor, on the chair where he invited you to take a seat. "Ah, just move those anywhere." So many books. And next to these books, stacks of student papers and journals in the process of being read. His office instantly made me laugh. "What are you laughing at, Treese?" "Murph, this office is just like you!" I came to spend many hours in Murph's offices (he later moved to his most recent office and had lots of bookshelves built) to discuss whether or not marriage was the first political institution, what a democracy is or isn't, what it means to receive a liberal arts education, the responsibilities of citizens both to each other and to their state, the power of education and policy to change lives for the better, and what a morally autonomous citizen is. Murph was a tremendously demanding, funny, entertaining, caring, larger-than-life teacher, professor, and mentor. Murph remains a wonderful teacher. I hear him teaching almost every day as I work with legislators and governors on higher education policy. The many, many, many books required for class line the bookshelves in my living room and I refer to them often. Under his guidance, I began the academic and professional development that would lead me to a PhD in Education and work in the public sector. One of the things I like best about Murph, his teaching and his classes is his interest in student ideas and his ability to foster those ideas. There really weren't right answers only well-developed, well-supported ideas. Students often changed his mind on the issues presented in class. After a round of papers, he explained this in class, "Look, I could tell you what I think and that would be very interesting..." "Maybe," I said audibly but quietly. Murph, without skipping a beat, said, "Pipe down, Maier! ...but that isn't what I want. I want to know what you think!" Ah, Murph. You will be missed but not more than you are loved.
Name: Kris Hancock '03
Memory
It's funny that one of the things I miss the most about CSB/SJU is working in the political science office and hearing Jim yell my name (usually preceeded by some sort of frustrated comment towards his computer) to come into his office and help him with something. I can still hear his voice, and I still expect an email from time to time. I learned early in my relationship with him that he was always accessible. No matter how busy or how much he had on his plate, you could always walk into his office and talk with him about whatever you wanted, whether it be school, sports, or one of his many other passions. Sometimes, just seeing his face and hearing his voice resolved any problems I might have. I couldn't have been more greatful for Jim coming back and teaching our Senior Research Seminar in the Spring of 2003. Although at times you knew he didn't feel that great, he was always there to help everyone because he truly cared. And although his speech sometimes did not come to him as quickly as it once did, I always felt I knew exactly what he was trying to say. The loss of Jim came to a shock to me as he really did seem larger than life. However, he was the single biggest influence on my life, and those who even only had a short time with him should feel greatful to have met such a wonderful man. He was a tremendous professor, a comedian, and most of all, as Deven said, a friend. And because of these reasons, I do not consider him Jim, Jim Murphy, or Dr. Murphy. He is, and will always be, Murph.
Name: Jim Read
Memory
I first met Jim Murphy in March of 1988 when I was assigned to guest teach his Politics and Political Life class for my job interview. The assigned reading for that day was John Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath" and I furiously reread the book on the flight to Minnesota. My teaching must have impressed Jim enough that he recommended hiring me. The Politics and Political Life course, which examines politics through works of literature and biography, was Jim Murphy's creation and remains a central part of our curriculum. Jim Murphy was no shrinking violet, either as a teacher or a colleague. He was famous for his "in your face" style of teaching. One student told me that one of his most memorable experiences in college was his first day in Jim Murphy's U.S. Politics class. Jim first asked the students to raise their hands if they were Democrats. Then he asked the Republicans to raise their hands. And then he said, "OK, now raise your hands if you are going to be a coward and stand in the middle!" The student, a self-admitted coward in the middle, loved Murph and this class and chose to study political science as a result. Jim brought the same style to department meetings. A few years ago when I was department chair, I often had to communicate to the department decisions made by the Provost that members of our department considered ill-advised. Most of us just shook our heads and said, "it's bad, but what can you do about it?" But Jim Murphy would exclaim, "Jim, you tell them No! No! No!" (slapping his hand on the table). "Because THIS IS ABOUT EDUCATION, DAMMIT!" One of Jim's most important contributions to our department were the fabulous dinners he and Marilyn held at their beautiful house in Big Lake. These were the only occasions in recent years in which the entire political science department gathered together for socializing and conversation. I have fond memories of these dinners and I want to thank Jim and Marilyn for sharing their home and their lives with us. Jim Murphy has been a lively presence at St. John's and St. Benedict's throughout my entire time here. It is difficult to imagine the department without him. He will be missed and remembered by all who knew him. Sincerely, Jim Read Professor of Political Science
Name: Mr. Hokyeom Kim, CSB/SJU '03
Memory
It is hard to believe that Professor Murphy passed away after his hard-fought battle against the cancer he had suffered from. I studied American politics under his tutorship and learned many theories of politics and political science from him. In his "Politics and Political Life" and "Senior Research Seminar" courses, Professor Murphy showed me his leadership and character while leading his students to a desirable end. He also showed me what it truly meant for one man to stand up for what he believed in. He was a master who could shape and present his ideals and philosophies to his students in a charismatic fashion, and I loved him and his pedogogical style for that reason. I wonder now who will fill the empty seat that he left behind in his office. Another professor will take his place but I doubt whether it will be as the same as it was when Professor Murphy was with us. Perhaps not so because 'Murph' was 'Murph,' and only 'Murph' can be 'Murph...' He was an outstanding professor who left a positive impression in my mind when I was his student. And his name will remain in my memory forever not just as my professor but also as my life-time friend.
Name: Katina Wynn (Wood) '02
Memory
I owe it to Murph for jumpstarting my education at CSB/SJU. At 8:00 am, on my first day of class freshman year, I was honored to be in his symposium. Different from the majority of my classmates, I had personally requested him as a professor. My brother, a Poli-Sci graduate in ’97, greatly respected Murph and highly recommended that I experience his class. Initially, I felt as if I was drowning in the 30+ books, twice the amount of papers, and mind boggling discussions Murph required of us throughout the year. It was not until the second semester, when I understood the intentions behind Murph’s demands and finally forgave my brother. I realized I was not being punished, but instead extremely fortunate for my opportunity. By the next fall, I missed his class and the intensity of the opinions that surfaced within each 90 minute discussion. As my advisor, Murph helped determine my schedule for the spring semester. I wanted to read, discuss, and write again. Not just from cover to cover, instead taking notes on each page, expanding my thoughts, and challenging myself to develop and support my opinion. Knowing he was just the person to help me do so, I asked him to lead me through an ILP. He signed up for the idea; however his only requirement was that we call it, “Murph’s Book Club”. Like every class he led, it was a success! Murph’s passion to demand greatness out of his students will be remembered. Throughout my experiences in his symposium class and the “Murph’s Book Club” ILP we conjured up, he was an inspiration. Murph, you will be missed!
Name: Larry Johnson--SJU 1999
Memory
It’s hard to know where to start in a tribute to Murph. The fact that this short narrative has taken considerable thought and several drafts may be the best example of the impact he had on my life. Murph—although my polar political opposite on most issues—was and will always be my first and greatest political mentor. In my career, I am often reminded of some of his more memorable comments in class. When I am attempting to absorb a lengthy report or a legislative summary, I hear Murph instructing us: “You don’t have to read every DAMN word,” which we all thought at the time meant the volumes of homework he assigned for us. Another favorite for most of us was: “Chicago is the Center of the Universe.” During our GOVT 211 (they changed the name of the Department halfway through my years at SJU)—Politics and Political Life, Murph repeatedly asked us in regard to the characters in the 23 books we read that semester: “Who is the one who knows?” He wanted us to see what we didn’t see, that the quiet, reserved characters always knew more about what was going on than did the protagonists. Some examples include Miss Beryl from Richard Russo’s Nobody’s Fool, and Ma Joad in The Grapes of Wrath. Murph studied human behavior and was a master of knowing their actions and emotions would affect their politics. Murph, you will be sorely missed and never forgotten. I’ll always be thankful for the time I was able to know you. You inspired me to get to where I am and to be even more. You are truly “The One Who Knows.”
Name: Nate Johnson 02'
Memory
Near the end of one class with Murph, he gave the assignment for the next class: read one of his classic books and write a “short” paper. I thought he was kidding and said, “Murph! I don’t have time for that.” Murph looked at me and said “DAMMIT! Nate, make time!” I’m glad I made the time to learn from the best. Murph was one of a kind, and will always have a place in my heart, and yes, Murph, Republicans do have a heart!
Name: J. Scott Johnson
Memory
Murph was a truly charismatic teacher. I never quite understood how this great big bear of a man, half grizzly half teddy, could inspire so many students to do so well. Charisma is a unique attribute. No one could ever teach like Murph, with his profanity, his fist pounding, his quirky mannerisms like playing with his tie. To describe him seems like parody, yet he was bigger than life and able to laugh at himself as well as everything else. He was overfilled with spirit and thrilled with the opportunity to challenge young minds. I will miss the explosions of noise coming from his corner office, his tirades at department meetings where he was often right but never in doubt, and the softer side of Murph that I was only beginning to see just before his illness hid and revealed it at the same time. Murph was one of a kind, irreplaceable, but also unforgettable. Farewell, Murph, and Godspeed. J. Scott Johnson, Department of Political Science
Name: MIke Staffa
Memory
Murph was an amazing professor and a challenging one at that! I was lucky enough to have him for two classes and they were some of the most demanding and challenging courses I have had. Although I was not the happiest at times during his 250 page assignments over the next day, looking back on it now, it has made me a better student. Murph has challenged me and I think I answered his challenge. The Political Science Department lost a great professor, a wonderful friend and an amazing mentor. He will be greatly missed by those who sat in his class and by those who missed their opportunity to listen to him lecture.
Name: Suzanne Reinert
Memory
As the office manager for the political science department, I had the privilege of working very closely with Jim Murphy for the past six plus years. To say the least, there were many enlightening and memorable moments. I quickly learned that this man who appeared bigger than life to many was actually a very caring and passionate person with an indescribable wit and charm about him. Murph had a special talent for being able to get what he wanted...I often marveled at how he was able to obtain or accomplish what he did (and what he would get me to agree to help him with!). Murph stretched his students to go beyond what they thought they were capable of doing or being. The results speak for themselves. Murph had a wonderful laugh, which could often be heard throughout Simons 1st along with other select loudly spoken words coming from his office, often aimed at his computer. Murph’s smile was contagious and it never diminished, even near the end. The number of student lives he impacted is immeasurable. I cannot tell you the number of students that stopped by, called or emailed on a regular basis to find out how Murph was doing and to wish him well. Murph, I miss you! Your presence in Simons Hall, in the Political Science Department and in the CSB/SJU community will be missed by many, many people...yet your journey has just begun and you will live on in the hearts of all those you touched! My best to you --Suzanne
Name: Anne Ceronsky '02
Memory
Every other day, at 8 in the morning, 16 first-year CSB and SJU students were lucky enough to have had James Murphy for a symposium professor. Having no idea what other symposiums were like, we thought, "Welcome to college" when Murph explained what the class "America the Beautiful" would entail. I can clearly remember going over to the SJU bookstore to get my books before I ever met Murph. I was confused at how to find out what books I needed and someone explained that I needed all books that had my course number under them. "All of them?" I had to ask when I saw that the books for my symposium class stretched clear across the aisle. Whoa. My classmates shared this awe and we dove into our always entertaining and perpetually challenging year with Murph. 30 books, 60 papers, and a "I survived symposium with Murph" T-shirt later, we became sophomores. Many classes and professors start to blend together after four years of college, but I know that for the other 15 members of our class and myself, symposium with Murph will never be one of them. Thanks, Murph for challenging us all in the most important of ways.
Name: Nick Hydukovich '03
Memory
It was the first day of POLS 111, my first-ever Political Science course. I was considering the POLS major, but like all first-years, I didn't really have a clue. After perhaps half the semester, though, I knew: I would be a POLS major. Once I understood the purposes of the massive assignments, I understood what it was to be a college student, learning because I wanted to learn. And I knew that I loved the study of politics. My experiences with Murph, thankfully, did not end with that first semester. I took another class from him, and learned an amazing amount about one of our most precious resources: the K-12 education system. Murph had me, seemingly a conservative, ranting about the injustice of funding school districts through the unequal and inequitable taxation of property. But there was more. Murph heard about my wishes to re-establish a Mock Trial program at CSB|SJU. He heard about the idea, and jumped at it: he immediately dashed off an email to me, and quickly laid the foundation for a program that has in three-plus years given dozens of students a learning experience of immeasurable worth. I know that my experiences with Murph represent only a tiny fraction of all the wonderful things he did in his life. But I feel that if I can help but a small fraction of the people Murph did, I will have led a successful and satisfying life. Although I mourn Murph's untimely passing, I can truly say that I also celebrate his life.
Name: Jessica Hansen '03
Memory
We were sitting in my senior seminar class talking about our ideal school system. I was last to class and pulled up a seat next to Murph. He was talking quietly to another student when his head turned suddenly to face me, and he yelled "What do you think, Jess?" He scared me a little and I told him so. I was blessed with opportunity to have Murph for two more classes and he kept asking me that same question. He certainly let me know what he thought as well. "It's about the kids, damn it!!" His passionate character brought light to tax reform and the evolution of medicare. He managed to fascinate seniors in their last semester. He glued them to their seats in a 2:40 class, a feat unimaginable for most professors. His classes were harder than most, but he had confidence that each of us could, and would succeed. He put me on the spot many times, but I thank him for challenging me. When Murph, with such a big heart set his mind to educating and stirring the passion that resides in each of us, it was through example and I am grateful.
Name: Cherene Powell Crable, 2001
Memory
It was with extreme sadness that I heard the news last spring that Murph was ill. I sent a card with confident wishes for him to get well and I have had held out the hope that he would recover. I was deeply saddened by the news of his death. As so many others have written, Murph was an incredible inspiration to so many students. I know that I am not his only student who elected to major in political science major because he inspired me. And as so many others have written, Murph had very high expectations for this students and his coursework was, at times, overwhelming. I was a student in his intro level political science course and that was the most difficult semester of my collegiate career. I specifically remember a time when I came in to his office to ask about an assignment and during that discussion, all of the pressure to do well in school and in life came to a front. It was at that moment that I realized that Jim Murphy cares for each of his students and I began to see him, not his intimidating presence (See Scott Johnson’s tribute), but as kindhearted person with sincere interest in each of his student’s success. While I hesitated taking another Jim Murphy course, I was extremely flattered when he phoned me the following semester to ask me to be his assistant. It was due to the deep respect I had for him that I was so flattered by the invitation. I accepted and greatly enjoyed my time working in the political science department. It was fascinating and rewarding to be “on the other side” watching the first and second year students become completely overwhelmed by his syllabus and the associated workload just as I had the year earlier. During that experience I witnessed Murph the impact he had so many of his students. Murph looked for potential in all of his students and he fostered their scholastic as well as personal growth. As Jim Read mentioned, Jim and his wife, Marilyn, welcomed so many into their home. I was fortunate enough to be a guest on two occasions and I was inspired by their love and respect for each other. If we all were so lucky to have that type of relationship with our spouse, we will truly be blessed. For anyone who has been in Murph’s office, you won't be surprised to hear he has an entire room in his home devoted to books. He library is wall to wall, ceiling to floor books and the writing on the wall, literally, is great quotes from his favorite books. I will never forget that room, just as I will never forget the man who designed it. Jim Murphy was an inspiration and I think he touched the life of every person whom he knew – some more than others and in many different ways but the bottom line is, he was a man centered on principles. He will be missed by so many, especially the incoming students who won’t even know what they missed.
Name: Mary Hughes Hynes
Memory
Murph was a brand new teacher when I took his class in 1975. He challenged me to think beyond Minnesota; ultimately, I took the LSAT, was accepted to the U of M Law school, deferred for year to come to Washington DC and work for Wendell Anderson, and never returned to Minnesota for more than a visit. I remember him talking about having cherry blossom fever - having lived here for 25 years, I know what he meant. What I learned in his class led me to activism in Arlington Virginia and 9 years as a locally elected school board member. He taught me to never the doubt the power of a big idea to motivate people and never doubt your own ability to bring about change in the corner of the world you choose to live in.
Name: Greg Seibert '96
Memory
To say learning of the passing of Jim Murphy was a shock would be an understatement of the highest degree. I, like many who have posted memories here, was priveleged to have sat in Politics and Politcal Life with Murph in the fall of 1993. I was sophomore at SJU working my down the halls of then Engel Hall following the curriculum to whatever professor it called for. Upon completing my schedule for the year I ventured to bookstore to check on what my "investment" would be for the upcoming semester and it seemed like the "required" reading for Murph's class was some type of mistake. I did not know any better so puirchasing all 25 of the texts was the only right thing to do. Those books and the other 50 or so that I purchased are staring at me right now reminding of the man who helped me to understand what Socrates was drawing out of his student in the Meno and convincing me that there were ways to deal with the "Savage Inequalities" that Kozol brought to the table. Most of all I remember, and would hope to bring to my students today, the always open door and empty rocking chair at the end of the hall. I hope I greet my students with the same greeting that was too loud yet carried only welcome. I can here him now "GREG!!! come in and tell me what I said wrong this time." Murph you will be sorley missed. Greg Seibert, Class of 1996
Name: Christine Murphy Peck '85
Memory
I was a student and a daughter. Dad would never let me take a class from him. I'd try to sign up and he'd talk me out of it. That did not however, stop him from walking by a class I was in, catching my eye and waving at me. This was especially notable during the first semester of my freshmen year when I was trying hard not to be noticed by the ever watchful Dr. Vera Theisen. At about age 19, I came to him and said, "Dad, I think I want to be a professor, I want to teach." And he looked at me, began tearing at his hair and exploded with "Are you kidding? Do you want to be poor all your life?" As it turns out, I did not become a professor. But I found a way to teach. At my present job with the United States Tennis Association, I run an educational center called USTA University. Dad was one of my Adjunct Faculty members. He applied for that position with the same zeal with which he approached most everything in life. He taught me to play tennis and he taught me to teach. These are just two of the many gifts he gave me. As I read the tributes from his former students, I realize you are his greatest gift. The many ways in which you've gone on to apply the passion he helped ignite and become sources of inspiration for others is a true testimony to my Dad's time on earth. I miss him every day. Thank you for sharing your stories and carrying forth his indomitable spirit.
Name: Kelly Schroepfer '02
Memory
I was one of the lucky ones to have taken a class (or three) from Murph. After the first day of Public Sector from Murph, he assigned about 75 pages of reading and a short 5 page paper. The magnitude of Murph's assignments never stopped or decreased. The magnitude of his assignments mirrored his belief and expectations in all of his students. Murph set high expectation because he believed in the potential of all of his students. For those of us who did the assignment or as much of them as we possibly could, I think you will agree with me that we learned a tremendous amount. Murph opened my eyes to issues and problems I never would have had exposure to. Murph's passion about certain subjects was profound and shown through. Murph pushed me to a great extent and I will never forget all I learned from him. Murph will be missed and I am so lucky to have taken classes from him. I never received more work from any other Professor on a regular basis but with this came tremedous respect. He was one of the most respected and loved Professors. Thanks for teaching us all Murph. You will be missed.
Name: Julie Estes '89
Memory
Murph was exactly what I paid big bucks for when I attended CSB/SJU. He was the epitome of my vision of what a professor should be. Always challenging, subtly sarcastic, always real, and very funny. I found myself wanting to please him because that wasn't an easy task. I became a government major because of his Politics and Political Life class my sophomore year. What an inspiring teacher. When I look back at my college years, he's the first professor who pops into my mind. He was able to see past my big 80's hair and acknowledge the potential I had as a student and contributor in this society. I've been missing Murph since the day I walked out of his classroom. Now I miss that I can't ever spar with him again.
Name: Julie Russomanno Nilsson '98
Memory
As I sit and reflect on the volumes of books and memories that I have as as one of Murph's fortunate students, I cannot help but think of the many ways he continues to influence me today. He fully embraced the concept of "non scholae sed vitae," not for school, but for life!" This is what Murph taught us; how to conduct our lives beyond the classroom. We learned how to challenge ourselves. We learned not what to think, but how to think. Most importantly, Murph not only taught us to live our convictions, but to act on our convictions. For these life lessons, I am forever grateful. I remember Murph telling us in regard to the ridiculous number of required books for a semester course "one day, you will have great libraries!" About a month ago, I was putting my books in the book cases that I purchased solely to accomodate the books from Murph's classes. I went through every book I had, and told my husband why I enjoyed the books and why I enjoyed Murph so much - I re-lived the excitement of the ideas, the energy, and the fun that Murph brought to reading. Murph - thanks for instilling in me a love for learning and reading; also, thanks for a great library! I will never forget the life lessons you taught me.
Name: Christopher Emond '04
Memory
When I woke up early on my first day of class at SJU, I had no idea what to expect. Walking into Murph's class was no help. I saw this imposing figure with a booming voice presiding at the front and thought I was in over my head. Then he began to teach and I remembered why I wanted to study politics. It was the presidential election of 2000 and I had the pleasure of studying it with Jim. Pouring over past voting records and making predictions on the upcoming election taught me more about American politics than any other single assignment I have had at SJU. Coming to class at 8 in the morning to find that a few others did not come was also a fun experience. Murph would send us to their dorm rooms to wake them and drag them to class. Being on the recieving end of that wasnt as entertaining, but you were always glad you came. Once there he would go over the mound of reading and when asked your opinion, he would come over to the student, hold up his neck tie and ask you to speak into the "technologically advanced microphone." This is one of my favorite memories, jim you will be missed. Chris Emond, SJU Senior
Name: Schawn P. Johnson SJU Class of 1996
Memory
I was saddened to hear the news that Professor Murphy had recently passed away from cancer. I was very fortunate and honored to have Professor Murphy for three classes during my tenure at SJU. In 1992, I came to St. John's as a student who was looking for guidiance and a better understanding of what type of career I would like to pursue in the near future. After taking a political theory course from Professor Murphy, I realized that a career in government seemed to be a perfit fit for me. Back then I would always cringe when Murph would assign a 300 page book or the routinely assigned 7-10 page papers, but now I look back upon those class assignments and realize that he was just preparing us for the real world. Although Murph and I did not share the same political ideology on a number of issues, I don't remember ever missing one of his classes because it was so much fun to listen to his lectures, in-class discussions,and stories. It has been eight years since I attended a class at SJU/CSB, but their is not a day that goes by that I don't reflect or remember the political lessons that were taught by Murph. It is too bad that future CSB/SJU students will not have the same opportunity to take a class from Prof. Murphy because he truly was the type of instructor that makes SJU/CSB such a great educational institution. Thank you Prof Murphy and God Bless.
Name: Jennifer L. Rexroat, CSB 1994
Memory
As I write this tribute to an irreplaceable man whose spirit has touched the lives of an immeasurable number of people throughout his legendary life, I share the painful grief and heartfelt mourning of all of Murph's former students, colleagues, friends, and family. The news of his death was a complete shock to me, and I still cannot bring myself to fully believe that the person who was my teacher, mentor, honors thesis advisor, surrogate father, and reason for becoming a college political science professor is no longer present in the halls and classrooms of CSB/SJU. Like many who have posted before me, I also had Murph for my first government course, Politics and Political Life, as a sophomore--and I, too, was completely flabbergasted at the number of required texts (suffice it to say that that semester set the record for the highest bookstore bill of my college career!). Murph was at a tennis tournament during the first week of class, so I had even more time to stew about who this magnanimous person was and how I could possibly manage to complete all of the course reading while taking a maximum course load. When he met our seminar for the first time, however, all of my fears and anxieties melted away because Murph's larger-than-life presence both reassured me that I could and would do the work and that, more importantly, it would be a whole lot of fun at the same time. Reading two books, arguing about them for hours both in and out of class, and writing two 5-7 page papers per week on such obviously easy-to-answer questions as, "What is justice?" (!) became something that I looked forward to more than anything else on my schedule, because Murph clearly expected nothing but the best, and then some, from each and every one of his students. Murph raised the academic bar, confident that we would deliver and surprise ourselves at how much we were really capable of doing as college students--and in doing so, he set an unparalleled academic standard in the political science department at CSB/SJU. I will always remember the final project for the Politics and Political Life course: the political autobiography. This assignment enabled me to reflect on my political identity in ways that I had never done before, and it reinforced the fact that politics is all around us, ever-present throughout our entire lives. I think that I slept more in graduate school than I did during the semester I took Politics and Political Life, but I would not trade a single second of the work I did for that course, and all of the others that followed with Murph through the remainder of my government major, for the world. Murph helped to shape me into the political thinker that I am today, and his profound influence upon my own college teaching is undeniable. In preparing my lectures and discussions, I literally hear his voice resonating in my mind as I reflect upon the fundamental issues of public policy and our civic responsibilities in a democratic society. After accepting my first tenure-track college position, I e-mailed Murph to tell him that I regularly steal from him in my own teaching, which of course is the ultimate compliment to any academic, because imitation is the highest form of flattery. Murph did not respond to most of the e-mails, cards, and holiday letter updates that I sent him over the years (probably because he could barely find his chair, desk, and much-despised computer among all of the papers and books in his infamous office :), but I know he knew how much he meant to me, and I to him. The last time I saw Murph was by complete coincidence, one warm December day on Michigan Avenue while I was Christmas shopping here in Chicago (which was, as another poster has said, "the center of the universe" for Murph)--and I should add that the odds of casually running into anyone you know in this city, let alone someone from CSB/SJU, are astounding. Shocked, I stopped and greeted Murph, Marilyn, and the couple with whom they were traveling for the weekend, and Murph proudly introduced me to them as "one of his best students." Murph told me then that, even though he didn't always respond to all of my communications with him over the years, he was always so very proud of my accomplishments. This is something that I carry with me to this day, because as others have previously said, pleasing a man with such impeccably high standards and earning his highly coveted respect was of paramount importance to me, both as his student and as his eventual colleague. Murph had so many "best students" over the years, and, particularly after reading the many loving remembrances of his life shared by several of you, I consider it a joy to know that I am in such good company. Murph clearly loved politics in all of its complexity, teaching for the sake of "the kids," and all of us in his own, unique, gruff but gentle way--and if you looked long enough, the twinkle in his eyes betrayed the curmudgeon every time. Murph will be dearly missed, as others have rightly said, but I think that he would most like to be emulated. Our greatest gift to Murph's enormous legacy at CSB/SJU will be not only to remember him, but also to practice his vast lessons and "Murph-isms" in our daily lives, passing his wisdom on to all who we encounter and, if we are lucky, infecting them with a fraction of the love of learning that Murph has given to each of us who have had the honor and pleasure of knowing him.
Name: Jeff Barnett, '87
Memory
It was as a sophomore in Murph's "Politics and Political Life" class that I realized I was capable of independent thought. Up to that point, most of my classroom efforts were directed towards pleasing my teachers and racking up good grades. It took me about 5 minutes with Murph to realize that an obsequious do-gooder would have a very hard time in his class. He simply wouldn't stand for such foolishness. Not too much later I realized that I actually liked forming my own thoughts and arguing them with Murph and my classmates. The class was a riotous combination of good humor, heated arguments, and many brilliant ideas -- from books and from each other. And you could never really take a pass, either. Just when you'd start to nod off or day dream of the La or Gary's Pizza, Murph would throw you a real zinger of a question or pound the table in his trademark manner and suddenly we'd be off to the races. I've never laughed so much or worked so hard in a single class. Succintly put, Murph was the finest teacher I've ever had.
Name: Fred Stein (1986)
Memory
From his upside-down office to his rambling teaching style to his tousled hair, everything about Murph spelled anarchy. He challenged established political thought, societal norms, and his students at every level. And what a talker. As a freshman physics major with Murph as an advisor, Murph first talked me into a government class, then into a government major, and then into co-chairing the Government Club. It didn't hurt, of course, that I subscribed to one of his basic tenets: politics could only be properly discussed with a beer in your hand. Beer, popcorn and politics at the Legion. Little did I know that Murph's seemingly carefree ways were all part of a covert plan to set his students on a path to critical thought. As an attorney whose success depends upon critical thinking and communications skills, I can point to certain distinct moments in my life that have influenced my fate. Most decidedly, one of those moments was sitting down in Murph's office freshman year and letting him convince me to shake the dust of the science department's corridors from my shoes and to take up academic residence in Engel Hall. I know that you're planning a memorial service for Jim this week in Collegeville. You should know that his memory also lives on in a little office on Wacker Drive in Chicago (with piles of books and papers eerily reminiscent of Murph's).
Name: Tad M. Hagen '02
Memory
I had hoped to write this letter before Dr. Murphy passed to let him know how much he has done for my life. He has not only impacted me, but the 100 or so students I now teach everyday at Tech High School. I walked into Murph's symposium thinking I knew what it meant to be smart. After butting heads with Murph on more than one occasion, I came to realize how amazing he was. Our research paper topic in my symposium was "What are you going to be when you grow up?" Of course I wanted to be a teacher, and thought I knew what it meant to be a great teacher. I had no idea, and Murph let me know it. He pushed me beyond my comfort level to where REAL learning begins. Learning is being uncomfortable, and Murph definately taught me that. He was a great man, more importantly he was a great educator. I am sorry I realized that too late. Thank you Murph for teaching me! You are deeply missed....
Name: Nick Cichowicz '00
Memory
When I first arrived at St. John’s in August 1996, I was a kid from Texas trying to get accustomed to the world of central Minnesota and more specifically the new surroundings I would call home for a lifetime. I was an arrogant football player from Texas set on conquering DIII football and making a name for myself. After a couple of practices the SJU coaching staff got all the freshman ballplayers together to make sure that our academic schedules included professors that were “football friendly” and in a much broader sense the coaches wanted the freshman to have some mentors. Each freshman handed over their schedules to their assigned upperclassman. One of the older guys grabbed the schedule from my hand and said, “Your schedule looks easy enough for a Texan…but you should be advised that your ‘Intro to U.S. Politics’ class is going to be a lot of work and you’re gonna have to buy a whole lotta books…Jim Murphy’s classes are expensive and tough but well worth it!” I had no idea how true these words would prove to be. I took the advice to heart and went about my business. Later that week I went to buy my first set of college textbooks. I quickly bought books for classes I can barely remember today. The last class on my schedule was “Intro to U.S. Politics” taught by Jim Murphy. When I found the shelf with the requisite books I was shocked to see that there were 23 titles. 23! I couldn’t believe it. My other classes had assigned 2 or 3 books, maybe 5 but 23 was crazy! Looking back many of those books and the various Murphy lectures on those books have had a profound impact on my life. During my years at SJU I took 3 classes with Jim Murphy. I have a library of books from those classes and a plethora of memories. CSB/SJU lost a truly great teacher and man this past December 23, 2003. Jim Murphy was one of the most engaging teachers I have ever known. Nick Cichowicz '00
Name: Michael Hahn
Memory
The one class I had with James Murphy continues to be one of my fondest memories at Saint John’s. I will never forget Murph’s intimidating presence, his masterful teaching, his sharp dress (and his yanking of his ties), or the nervousness I felt when I hadn’t finished all of my reading. I learned an awful lot from Murph: good writing takes practice, politics is serious business, and listening to others is important. Thank you, Murph, and God bless.
Name: Jessica Broich '02
Memory
I am so sad to hear about the loss of Murph! I was also a fortunate one to have had him as my symposium professor. I was hit with shock when I got my list of books for my very first college course, and it had 30 titles on it!! For ONE class at 8 am?! What did I get myself into?! Well, that one class ended up being the most influential course I could have ever hoped for!! Murph really gave me my love of reading and my note-taking skills (in every margin on every page) for the rest of my college career! Thanks to Murph, I have actually started my own library, and I hope to be able to say I read every book that overflows from my bookshelves, just like he did! He pushed me to learn and think more than anyone I have ever listened to. I will take that symposium class and all that Murph taught me in everything I do. I think it was Anne Ceronsky who said that nobody will get Murph's class confused with all of the other ones we took! What a great man we were all so blessed to know. Thank you Murph!
Name: Wells Farnham '96
Memory
Some things I learned from and/or because of Murph (in no particular order): 1.Chalk is not a toy. 2.We’ve allowed God to become political, and he shouldn’t be. 3.We’re going to solve poverty (I don’t know how, but I promise to do my part). 4.If you think you know how to swear, you really don’t (it’s all about the delivery). 5.Use one finger to get one person’s attention, use them all to get everyone’s, and if you have to, pound on the table. 6.Say what you mean, and mean what you say, even if everybody else disagrees with you. 7.Herman Melville wrote another book about sailing called Billy Budd. 8.Your writing style is your writing style, don’t let anyone change it. 9.Rachel and Her Children didn’t ask to be poor and homeless. 10.Don’t forget what matters. And that doesn’t even begin to cover it all. If you think this particular tribute is a bit irreverent, then all I have to say is… You’re damn right it is! And it’s in that irreverence where you will discover just how reverential it is (think about it, and then think about the man, and it should make sense.) St. John’s has long been a special place to my family, and Murph is one of the many reasons why. I’ve been telling people about this man ever since I graduated in ’96, and I will continue to do so. At some point in time, a building I knew as Engel became Simons… I suppose it might be too much to ask to make it Murph Hall (you gotta' leave off the "y"). In the meantime, let’s all do our part to make sure that Murph gets his very own special place in St. John’s folklore. Thank you for being a part of my life Murph. You’ve had a lasting impact on me. I miss you.
Name: Jennie Scott '03
Memory
I, too, have had considerable difficulty thinking of something to write in tribute of Murph. It's not that I don't have enough to say, it's that I have too much. Murph was my inspiration, my mentor, and my hero. He forced me to break out of my introspective shell and share my thoughts and opinions with others, he taught me to love politics, and he inspired me to become involved. As an office assistant in the department for three years, and as Murph's TA for my senior year, I became very close with him throughout my time at CSB/SJU. He was not only my professor, he was my friend, and he was like a father to me. Every day when he came into the office, Murph would quiz me on current political events, ask about my courses, and inquire about my family. He truly cared for each of his students and made them feel important and special. Now, in graduate school, I still find myself thinking "What would Murph think of this book?" or "Murph would want me to take this course." He continues to be in my thoughts and prayers, and will be terribly missed.
Name: Steve Voller '87
Memory
Murph. Frequently profane and more often profound! My introduction was American Politics, Fall 1983. He strode (several minutes late) into the third floor Quad classroom, picked the podium off the table, and tossed it into the corner, “I HATE those damn things!”. He then proceeded to spill coffee on his tie, eliciting another “Damn!” We then went on to discuss the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, Plunkett of Tamminy Hall and The Prince. We learned that, “Politics isn’t black and white. There is a LOT of gray area. If you participate in politics you ARE going to get your hands dirty!” We got to know each other, Murph forced us to. We had (and wanted) to talk and discuss and “LISTEN to each other!” I remember Jeff and Anne and Kerry and Annie and Jim and Dave and Sue and on and on. We learned to think and debate and to read and write. “O.K.,” twisting his hair between his fingers, “You guys are going to WRITE! You are going to write a LOT!” First class of Politics and Political Life - “If you have a class during the next class period, I want you to consider rescheduling or dropping it.” We would talk through two full class periods and the break between classes. Second class of Politics and Political Life – “We will meet in the Writing Resource Center and Jane Opitz is going to teach you to use Final Word.” Murph provided the fuel and the spark and would fan the flames throughout class and we were on fire! And we could not GET ENOUGH. We would meet at Mary Café and the Great Hall and Alcuin Library and the Government Department reading room and continue the discussion. And then we would go write, orange glowing text on a black background. I found a page of pre-exam notes from a class on the presidency and it is Pure Murph. A taste: 1. NEVER say voters are lazy (-5 pts). a. They feel disenfranchised. b. There is a loss of trust. c. Ambiguity – “It’s Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee!” d. Sometimes the rational, intelligent thing to do is not to vote! 2. NEVER say two parties due to tradition (-10 pts). 3. NEVER say parties move to the middle (-10 pts). “If they move to the middle, they’re screwed! They WILL move TOWARDS the middle on lunch bucket issues only. I’m sorry I learned about his passing too late to attend the memorial. We would probably be there still, discussing whether Billy Budd was justified in striking Claggart and the Democratic primaries and voting theories and . . . who will tend the fire now?
Name: Bill Linsenmeyer '88
Memory
I loved having Murph as a professor...what great debates he and I had! He was a very interesting man, and always took time to listen to other's views. I had a lot of different professors in my four years at SJU, but Murph was my advisor and I enjoyed every opportunity to talk with him. When I moved to Washington D.C. following graduation he asked why I was heading out there (vs. staying at the starting at the state level, or grad school). I told him that with his help I felt prepared to jump into the deep end of the pool right from the start. Being a government major was good, but Murph made it great! He and his family will be in our prayers. Thanks for everything, Professor!
Name: Joe Farry, Professor Emeritus, Department of Political Science
Memory
The following remarks were presented by Joe Farry (Professor Emeritus, CSB/SJU Department of Political Science) at the Memorial Service for Jim Murphy on January 23, 2004, St. John’s Abbey Church. I always addressed Jim Murphy as “Jim.”----When meeting me, he would say: “Hey, Farry, how you doing?” Or if he heard my voice out in the hallway, he would bellow: “Hey, Farry—get in here!” Twenty-eight years ago this January I picked up Jim Murphy at the airport for his first visit to Minnesota. It was a cold, clear night, with lots of snow on the ground. Jim told me later that he was really worried about what he had gotten himself into when we approached the Maple Grove exit (at that time, surrounded by snow-covered farm fields.) Out of the dark appeared a big, green highway sign: Fargo -- 185 miles. In Jim’s experience, highway signs always listed the next inhabited town! Yes, 28 years ago, Jim Murphy was in unknown territory. Today we are struggling to imagine how these two colleges will go on without the presence of his energy in the classroom and his leadership in forging new programs and projects. A quarter of a century ago there were members of the faculty and administration who wondered aloud whether St. John’s would ever survive with Jim Murphy. From first introductions, it was clear that Jim, with his energetic personality, grand gestures and occasional rhetorical overstatements, was --well-- “different.” Initially I thought that after a few years of living next to this monastery, he would adjust and fit in. But Jim Murphy was never about “fitting in.” He was about implementing his vision-- an evolving vision --of the "best" way to educate students so that they would have an impact on public life. Jim Murphy never did “fit in” to that late 70's understanding of St. John's. Rather, his unique brand of teaching has now come to be recognized as the model of the lively, spirited educational experience we hope for all graduates. “Fitting in” was not Jim Murphy’s goal. Whether he was working to restructure the First-Year Honors Program, creating the Forum, revising the Political Science curriculum, coaching the tennis team or launching the Public Policy program—he applied the same approach: establish the highest standards-- "the best": spend time looking at options; consult with experts; invite the most prominent scholars to campus; challenge your faculty colleagues to stretch and be their best, and then battle for the resources necessary to be “the best.” As I know from experience, if you told Jim that there wasn’t any money in the budget for his project, he'd say—“then--damn it-- get it!” Nor could you convince Jim that he should adjust his vision of “the best” so that he would at least achieve “the good;” that would be like telling Vince Lombardi that he should be satisfied with a substitute for winning. When Jim required students to buy out half the bookstore, he was saying: if you want to know something about the theory of public choice or education policy, then you gotta read these books! He put the same demands on himself. All you had to do was look at his overflowing book shelves. Every time he focused on a new issue or problem--heaven help the family food budget because lots of money was going to be spent on purchasing books--and hard-cover ones at that. Unfortunately Christianity lacks the vocabulary for describing the wide range of people we encounter whose lives radiate energy, guts and determination as they challenge what others might accept as the inevitable fixtures of human existence. Jim Murphy was no saint. Certainly he would reject the label “saint” if it signified long-suffering patience in face of life’s disappointments because that was the will of God. Yes Jim Murphy was a sinner--but so are we all. There is a great crowd of admirable human beings positioned in that space between Saint and Sinner--but we lack a vocabulary to describe them. I have been intrigued by the Yiddish term mensch, borrowed directly from the German, but which has taken on a rich and varied meaning in the context of American life and literature. A mensch-- those we admire because of their moral tenacity, their toughness in face of setbacks, their determination to make a difference in the earthly space in which they find themselves. I can see Jim in the company of those fascinating personalities in Jewish religious literature who openly argue with God. As in the words that Robert Bolt gives Thomas More in A Man for all Seasons: "God made the angels to show Him splendor--as He made animals for innocence, and plants for their simplicity. But man He made to serve Him wittily, in the tangle of his mind." I imagine that when Jim was pacing his office floor--and muttering--he was actually addressing God. (Jim certainly used the divine name frequently enough to demonstrate that he was on a first name basis with God!) Jim would say: God, you put me in this world surrounded by governments, institutions and social practices that do nothing more than make life miserable. You gave me a brain -- and energy. If you are going to make me live in a tent city,** then, by God, let me use my brains and energy to insure that the tents provide protection from fire and storm, and that everybody has enough to eat. Furthermore, God--why don't you make damn certain that your so-called earthly friends stop talking about a new earthly Jerusalem and building cities on a hill. We humans will only get the kind of cities that we plan and build. Yeh, our brains aren't perfect-- we make lots of mistakes--but we can't sit around waiting for one of your miracles. Our notion of “the best” may not be Yours--but remember-- You're not the one who is going to give cool refreshing water to the thirsty**--we are. (** Reference to the selected readings from scripture) If the previous dialog may be dismissed as unfounded speculation--let me close by focusing on an absolute certainty--Jim Murphy was a great teacher. It is said that teachers are like pebbles dropped into a smooth body of water. No one knows how far the ripples will expand, how they will intersect with other ripples. Nor their final destination. The flaw in this image is that individual teachers, after breaking the surface of the water, seldom see the ripples that are created. You have to take their existence on faith -- and hope. As individual teachers we only know the existence of ripples because we see them created by our colleagues. All of you, former and current students of "Murph,” who are gathered here today, not only do you honor him but you reassure all who have labored in a classroom that teaching is indeed a privileged profession. There is a scene in A Man for all Seasons, in which an ambitious young man, Richard Rich, comes to Thomas More, the Lord Chancellor, to ask for a political appointment. More turns him down but says: "Why not be a teacher? You'd be a fine teacher. Perhaps even a great one” Rich responds quickly: “And if I was, who would know it?” To which More says: “You, your pupils, your friends, God. Not a bad public, that…." I regret, as some of you may also, that six weeks ago, six months ago, or six years ago, I did not go to Jim and say: “You're a great teacher, Jim, and a real mensch" May the Angles lead him into Paradise May the Saints receive him at his coming.
Name: Rev. Michael J. Cronin, '88
Memory
Murph was my senior seminar advisor and I was working on my thesis...something about HMOs. I had collected a ton of data and was beginning to put things together when I realized that I had way too much data! I was a mess. Murph settled me down and got me pointed in the right direction. I finished the paper...got an A. When I got the paper back, there were no marks on it whatsoever, just the A. Murph, please tell me you read the paper. May Murph rest in peace.
Name: Greg Lais, SJU '78
Memory
Jim Murphy had a big impact on my experience at St. John's and on my life. Among many other things he got me involved in the "Forum" debate group, where students could debate people such as William F. Buckley and others. It was an extraordinary experience made special by Murph's insistence that our ideas were every bit as good as those accomplished speakers. Murph also hired me one summer to do primary research on the writings of the founding fathers—best summer job I ever had. I’ll never forget cruising around with him talking about 10,000 things. Murph was also very encouraging when I decided to start a non-profit outdoor group—he even went on our first official trip to the Boundary Waters. I am sure I am one of only a very few students who saw Murph carry a canoe over a portage trail, but he did it—a half miler. It was great to have shared so much. I think Murph’s greatest gift was that he could see people’s potential and he pushed them to help them reach it. He helped people believe in themselves.
Name: Jim Auron '83
Memory
I remember Murph very well, in his cramped and busy office in old Engel Hall. My interaction with him started with his introductory course I took fall of my freshman year (fall 1979), and from there I never looked back in making the decision to choose a Government major. He taught me that there was something noble and thoughtful in the study of politics and public policy. It was also through Murph that I first came to clearly understand the delicate balance in public policy of weighing the individual good against the collective one -- and that while there often are no right or wrong answers in that regard, there were certainly better and best ways of thinking through a problem. Last, I'll never forget how Murph made me feel welcome as a part of the department -- it often seemed as if he was thinking "of course you're a Government major, what else would you be?" Rest in peace, Murph, and thank you for all you've done for me and countless others.