WE GOT the exemption. (See previous two posts.) Sighs of relief resound, but grumbles still abound.
I could have got it so much more easily. I could have played their game. I could have said things like “Of course! I see it now! I should give my children spelling tests every week, because no-one can possibly tell if words are spelled right or not unless they’re written in a vertical line. Why didn’t I think of that before?” Or what I’ve often been tempted to say – “At nine o’clock every morning I ring a bell and all the children have to sit on the mat with their arms and legs crossed and say ‘Good morning, Mum’.” That would just impress them so much.
I didn’t have to make it so hard. I’ve been on very thin ice, inviting prosecution, stressed out. But the older I get and the more I think about it all, the more driven I am to speak out. I don’t know whether I’m a heroic freedom fighter or one of those crazy maverics who make things worse for everybody. All I know is that I can’t keep silent. Tyranny always relies on everyone’s being kept in fear, and sometimes change only takes one person to stand up and say “I am not afraid.”
Is that me? Or am I just making things worse? If only there were some sign, some indication that I might have induced any of those people to think a little further for a single second. Even if I had, though, what difference would it make? The people we have to deal with are not the ones who make the rules. How does one influence a gigantic, self-serving, heavily insulated bureaucracy?
I’m not the first to ask these questions, and I doubt I’ll be the last. Maybe I should be asking myself some hard questions, like: What are you actually trying to achieve? What do you hope to gain? Do you want the exemption process made easier? No, of course not. I want it abolished. So what’s the point in quibbling about how it is done? I guess my dream outcome would really be to make the people involved so ashamed of what they are doing that they would quit their jobs. But that wouldn’t achieve a thing, because other and worse incompetents would simply be hired to take their place. Tyrants never want for stooges.
Okay, let me try again. I want to talk about things that are wrong and I want to go on and on talking about them until others who also see that they are wrong start to talk about it too and our voice gets louder and louder until someone has to listen. In other words, I just want to change the world, that’s all.
But now I feel selfish. Why should I spend time and energy clamouring for an easier ride for myself when others are starving, being murdered, and all the rest of it? No, I have an answer for that one. The fight for freedom in education is not selfish and not an isolated issue. Rather, compulsory schooling is an integral part of the new world order and its bid for world dominion. If we’re not to become a prison planet, we must fight to keep our children’s minds out of the brainwashing system. And the battle that I have been fighting, when I really think about it, has not been a battle with flesh and blood but a battle to keep my own mind free from what they want me to think and say. Now that’s worth doing. If you want to change the world, you have to start with yourself.