Propaganda and Culture Wars: The Educational System
After a long stressful month I come back to work and within 48 hours I have the flu. That figures. Anyway I’ve been giving this stuff some thought for a while and I’m just catching on to a lot of the influence that schools have on children. I went through some of my mom’s things recently and I found this lapel pin. I think I saw it before and the thing actually made me chuckle because it was given to my mom as a little girl for graduating from kindergarten. Big deal, I thought. I put it back into her box of wonders where she kept things from a past we’re not going to see again. The pin got me to thinking though that at one time even at the lowest level a child received recognition for accomplishing something, say, worked hard at learning the alphabet, penmanship and could recite the pledge of allegiance. Mom kept certificates from first grade and such in an old folder and recalled how school was actually about learning basic skills. I can’t do math. I am a wonder of the public school system some 50 years later and I can’t do math without breaking into a sweat. So I have a math phobia. But my folks could do math right off the top of their heads and spoke with seriousness even in their later years about how their teachers expected them to learn the materials provided and be good at it.
So the pin, considering the state of affairs in this country and the decline in our education system I’d say makes more sense now. Hard work merited rewards. Math is very useful and so is English and government classes but instead I hear more and more about courses that introduce children to matters not appropriate to their psychological development and less useful once they enter the workforce. People were happy and proud to earn a high school diploma but so much has changed since my parent’s time. I also noticed the pin bears a cross which is something amazing because by the time my generation entered the school system God too was rendered inappropriate. I got into trouble for reading a prayer sheet my mom gave me which I had slipped inside a book and was reading it before class. The teacher came into the room, zeroed in on me, grabbed the book and found the terrible contraband inside. Mind you, this was one of the teachers who complained of not making enough money and was frequently going to strikes while leaving us kids in the classroom to rot in stupidity.
I couldn’t understand where her anger came from back then but I do now. I’m not saying all teachers are like that, but let’s face it; the system has been infiltrated by subversives for so many generations that it’s hard to tell if you’re in safe company. Even in my college years while I went to night school while in the service I had to tackle professors with ideas so radical I had to wage academic war on them. I won. One guy looked like some beatnik type and I wonder how he was allowed on the base to teach, but he had this thing for teaching strange history. You know, stuff that isn’t exactly right. He said during one of his lectures that the attack on the Bastille was not an attack; it was a peaceful takeover of a prison. I looked around and everyone else but me and at the time my husband were shaking their heads in agreement. Uh, no, the Bastille was rushed by citizens who previously organized and broke into a large mob that broke into the Invalides prison and stole scores of weapons but had no ammo. So, the word got out quickly that the Bastille prison had tons of ammo. Two plus two I can count that much. The mob headed to the Bastille and launched the French Revolution and I’m putting this into simple terms because the introduction of bad science and bad history into the classrooms is pervasive and a danger to our way of life. So no, the rush on the Bastille was not some we are the world thingy. We had heard enough of that guy, his long curly hair flopping over his shoulders as he went too far when he started explaining how Hitler was misunderstood and that Nazism was more about a movement based on the occult, like Satanism or whatnot; basically gibberish.
We went home and searched our library. Hubby went for some standard history of the world stuff while I went for the cannon shells, because I don’t do anything in a small scale. Armed with our books, we dropped them loudly onto the front row table and took a seat. Professor paced back and forth and from time to time he would glance at our books, mine more than hubby’s for some reason. After about an hour professor stopped in front of me while talking (I tuned him out, I had good grades anyway) and picked up one book; Simon Schama’s Citizens, A chronicle of the French Revolution. He mentioned with surprised that was one of the hardest books to read. I just smiled. I liked the book. I could read you know, it wasn’t hard for me. It didn’t take long before we both engaged the man in academic combat, leaving him frustrated. He called a break and asked us both to step aside. He was direct. We were being disruptive. Hubby smiled and got in his face. We’re just debating you, that is what we’re supposed to do in class, right?
Well, no, he said. He preferred that students stuck to his lesson plan. But we complained that his lesson plan contained no truth at all, no factual information that could be verified in our books. Maybe in his world history was recorded differently. So after going back and forth the terms for a truce were put out to us: if you stop bringing these books to class and getting into arguments, I will give you both an A.
We kept on for a while until it was obvious that he knew at least two people in his class were not drones and that scared him. That meant he lost control of his class and could not deliver his message. The semester was about half-way over so we backed off but we were both A students anyway. The pressure was on and I understood then that the professor belonged to the same bunch who espouses the vilification of children who pray in school like their lives are in danger. I’m not turned easily. I ask questions and I check sources and so should you. What are your kids learning in school? Is what they are learning in concert with your values? Careful in asking around; dissent is considered disruption. We’re not supposed to learn in school what my folks and your folks learned in school. So what is it? There can’t be anything like spirituality or friendly discussion of topics unless you follow a certain agenda.
Like the people who rushed the Bastille on that morning of July 14, Americans will have to arm themselves with the truth and fight the same kind of tyranny they fought against then. Don’t show up for a battle without your ammo. I don’t take anyone’s word at face value, believe me. I like to have the option of checking before I agree. We should all do that.
That’s where propaganda comes in. You can’t sell trash to the masses unless you dress it up. But that’s for my next installment. Wish me a quick recovery from the flu. Good night.