240 Almost The End: The Underground History of
Amercian Education by John Taylor Gatto from archive.org
Almost
The End
And so we arrive at the end of our journey together.
You have seen the trap conceived,
the trap built, the trap sprung, and its quarry turning in panic within
until the bright light of living
spirit goes dull behind its eyes and it
grows indifferent to its banal fate in
a comprehensively planned society
and economy without any hope of escape. You have watched the trap grow like Arch Oboler's
demonic chicken heart, 4 maintained by an army of behaviorally adjusted functionaries reproducing its own
mechanistic encoding in the lives
of schoolchildren. You have watched the listless creatures caught in the
trap pressing a bar to get their
food while they await instructions to their final meaningless destiny. How the trap was conceived
hardly makes much difference at this point, except to warn us we are not dealing with any ordinary mistake;
this trap was intended to be as it
is. It is a work of great human genius.
Mass schooling cannot
be altered or reformed because any palliative from its killing religion will only be short-lived as
long as the massification machinery it represents remains in place. That's why all the well-publicized
"this-time-we-have-it-right"
alternatives to factory schooling fizzle out a decade after launch. Most
sooner.
Nothing in human
history gives us any reason to be optimistic that powerful social machinery, through its very existence,
doesn't lead to gross forms of oppression. If engines of mass control exist, the wrong hands will find the
switches sooner or later. That's
why standing armies, like the enormous one we now maintain, are an invitation
to serfdom. They will always, sooner
or later, go domestic. The more rationally engineered the machinery, the more certain its eventual corruption;
that's a bitter pill rationalists still
haven't learned to swallow.
We are, I think, at
one of those great points of choice in the human record where society gets to select from among widely
divergent futures. It's customary to say there will be no turning back from our choice, but that
is wrong. It would be more accurate to say that we will not be able to turn back from our next choice without a
great and dreadful grief. It is
best to heed the Amish counsel not to jump until you know where you're
going to land.
Not jumping at this
moment in time means rejecting further centralization of children in government schooling. It means
rejecting every attempt to nationalize the religious enterprise of institutional schooling. If centralizers
prevail, the connection between
schooling and work will become total; if decentralizers prevail it will
be diffuse, irregular, and for
many kinds of work, as utterly insignificant as it should be. Experts have consistently misdiagnosed and
misdefined the problem of schooling. The problem is not that children don't learn to read, write, and do
arithmetic well — the problem is that
kids hardly learn at all from the way schools insist on teaching.
Schools desperately need a vision
of their own purpose. It was never factually true that all young people learn
to read or do arithmetic by being
"taught" these things — though for many decades that has been the masquerade.
When children are stripped of a primary
experience base as confinement schooling must do to justify its existence, the natural sequence of
learning is destroyed, a sequence which
puts experience first. Only much later, after a long bath in experience,
does the thin gruel
of abstraction mean very much. We haven't "forgotten" this;
there is just no profit in
remembering it for the businesses and people who make their bread and
butter from monopoly schooling.
The relentless
rationalization of the school world has left the modern student a prisoner
of low-grade vocational
activities. He lives in a disenchanted world without meaning. Our cultural dilemma here in the United
States has little to do with children who don't read, but lies instead in finding a way to restore meaning and
purpose to modern life. Any system
of values that accepts the transformation of the world into machinery and
the construction of pens for the
young called schools, necessarily rejects this search for meaning.
Schools at present
are the occupation of children; children have become employees, pensioners of the government at an
early age. But government jobs are frequently not really jobs at all — that certainly is the case in the
matter of being a schoolchild. There is
nothing or very little to do in school, but one thing is demanded — that
children must attend, condemned to
hours of desperation, pretending to do a job that doesn't exist. At the end of the day, tired, fed up, full
of aggression, their families feel the accumulated tedium of their pinched lives. Government jobs for children
have broken the spirit of our people.
They don't know their own history, nor would they care to.
In a short time such
a system becomes addictive. Even when efforts are made to find real work for children to do, they often
drift back to meaningless busywork. Anyone who has ever tried to lead students into generating lines of meaning
in their own lives will have felt
the resistance, the hostility even, with which broken children fight to be left
alone. They prefer the illness
they have become accustomed to. As the school day and year enlarge, students may be seen as people
forbidden to leave their offices, as people hemmed in by an invisible fence, complaining but timid.
Schools thus consume most of the
people they incarcerate.
School curricula are
like unwholesome economies. They don't deal in basic industries of mind, but instead try to be
"popular," dealing in the light stuff in an effort to hold down rebellion. That's why we can't read
Paine's Common Sense anymore, often can't read at all. Only one person in every sixteen, I'm told, reads more
than one book a year after
graduation from high school. Kids and teachers live day by day. That's
all you can do when you have a
runaway inflation of expectations fueled by false promissory notes on the future issued by teachers and
television and other mythmakers in our culture. In the inflationary economy of mass schooling
— with its "A's" and gold stars and handshakes and trophies tied to nothing real — you
cease to plan. You're just happy to make it to the weekend.
Once the inflation of
dishonesty is perceived, the curriculum can only be imposed by intimidation, by a dizzapie of bells
and horns, by confusion. With inflation of the school variety, a gun is held to your head by the State, demanding
you acknowledge that school time
is valuable; otherwise everyone would leave except the teachers who are being
paid.
4 My reference is to the greatest of the
old "Lights Out" radio shows I heard long ago in Monongahela, in
which university scientists messing
around with a chicken heart find a way to make it grow indefinitely,
sort of like what schools are doing. It bursts from the laboratory and extends across the entire planet,
suffocating every other living thing. The show is purportedly broadcast from an
airplane flying over the global
chicken heart until it runs out of fuel, crashes into the throbbing
organ and is devoured with a giant sucking sound.
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