I see The Man Who Would Have Been DVC at UCT - only he went north, and became a VC - not only didn't give up his plog (=paper blog, aka The Times column), but now calls for...nuns?!...yes, actual penguins!, to rescue South Africa's ailing school system.
All across the land, I hear the despairing cry, of "Oh, please, for pity's sake, nooooooo...!"
You see, while J Jansen esq - for it is he who plogs thus - thinks a good dose of nunning would stiffen the moral fibres and backbones of the sullen mob of under-educated and under-achieving children that are our learner cohort, because such treatment worked wonders for all of the well-educated Zimbabweans who flock south and make bead ornaments instead of being allowed to teach our children, he gets the wrong end of the stick to some extent.
As did many, many of us who WERE nunned, in the lands to the north.
You see, the reason that many of us-who-were-trained-by-religious-and-especially-by-penguins over-achieve and do well, is because the nuns are behind us.
ALL THE TIME.
With a thick 30 cm ruler. Waiting, waiting for the infraction - real or imagined; these are one to the nun - so that she can leap into view, ruler upraised, ready to strike at the trembling fingers.
Oh, I exaggerate - well, a little, anyway - but as anyone who survived went through the Dominican Convent Schools of Salisbury/Harare or Lusaka can attest, the German Dominicans should more properly have been called The Little Sisters of Perpetual Torment, and it takes many, many years to forget some of the petty cruelties and arbitrary punishments. And then you get early arthritis in the fingers. I only suffered nuns by proxy, as it were - my sister and my wife were at the Lusaka Convent - but I was welcomed to kindergarten in Lusaka by a Sister Mary Pia, who kept popping up throughout my schooling, and has haunted my dreams since I was five.
For the nuns stay with you...always over the shoulder out of sight; always about to berate you for your stupidity - and the ruler, always the ruler, always there....
So we may achieve, we the nun-schooled ones; we may do well - but we do it out of neurosis and guilt, more for fear of the Wrath of a Small Nun and The Ruler, than for ourselves.
I give to you,then, as learned in religious schools, the principle of Pre-Emptive Guilt Installation as a teaching tool: make the learning recipient guilty right up front, and they are yours for life. And they'll always double-check the centrifuge door; always check AGAIN before throwing the switch that sets amps coursing through gels; always check the lights are off and the doors are locked...because YOU are standing behind them. Forever....
So, Professor Jansen: do you want neurotic, over-achieving well-educated-but-damaged school graduates that nuns would give us? Or at the other end of the spectrum, do you want the happy, well-adjusted, low-achieving products of the Waldorf and Steiner schools of the leafy suburbs? I have chosen the safe middle way for my children: gentle Anglicans for one, and a good government school for the other (no, not SACS or Rondebosch or Westerford). No overt religion, no guilt, no jockism, and no single-sex dysfunction incubators for the Retroid children!
Because I still dream of what happens when you stumble over the conjugation of "pouvoir", or what happened at the Council of Trent - and my back doesn't work properly because of rugby. And I am an atheist because (partly, anyway) I went to schools called St Augustine's Abbey School (Benedictine monks), St Francis College (Franciscan friars), and St George's College (Jesuits).
So no, Professor Jansen, no nuns: what we need instead is what the mission and other schools gave Rhodesia and then Zimbabwe - which was a cohort of well-trained, literate, motivated teachers, who educated people well, even in rural mission-school contexts. At UCT we have gone seamlessly in the last thirty+ years from well-educated white Rhodesians coming first in everything, to well-educated Zimbabweans coming first in everything - who come from schools that didn't even exist in the 1980s, which gives the lie to Jansen's comments that the Smith regime killed the schools. And consider: these are the kids who didn't get into the University of Zimbabwe, whose entrance requirements are still FAR stiffer than any SA University.
More Zimbabweans, Professor Jansen - not nuns. Please, no nuns....






02/10/2009, 13:55
I taught at a Catholic mission school in a remote rural area. There were priests, and there were nuns. And, some of the kids did well enough to win scholarships to attend university - not "university", the real thing - UCT.
I'm still in touch with some of them. Are they damaged? Oddly enough, no - but if they were, I wouldn't lay that blame at the nuns' door; rather I'd blame the militarisation by Inkatha, the drilling by fascist indunas who whipped anyone who stepped too slowly, too quickly or too lengthily; or the rancid patriarchy that forced young girls to go out and collect firewood, make fires, cook food and wash dishes while their bloated male schoolmates sate back in idle vacuity; or the abject poverty that saw families subsist on the pitiful crops their mothers could eke out of the seasand soil since any remittances send back by migrant fathers were required for medicine, or paraffin, or candles; or the culture shock of leaving that remote rural landscape where teaching a story involving a train was impossible, since they'd not even seen cars, for the noisy rush of the city...
The nuns? They were their ticket out. For each child who "made it", studied and found work as a librarian, teacher, lawyer or engineer, sending in their turn remittances home that would see their siblings able to benefit from the nuns' craft - for each of them, the nuns were not the route to neurosis, but to survival.
Viva the nuns!
02/10/2009, 15:22
Dunno, Retroid. Your experience sounds pretty much like many a private boarding school in SA in the 70's and 80's. No nuns there either. At the same time few ex-Catholic school survivors I have spoken to (and since we're of an age, this may be the issue here), reflect good experiences. And many of them were / are priests and brothers. But then my school experience in two state schools in Natal one a poor working class school, and the other a state school with pretensions to be a private school - were probably the worst years of my life. The 12" ruler spoke often (we kept a score chart in a cupboard, until the maths teacher found it one day, and caned the whole class to even up the scores). It was Maths not Latin that wrought the worst punishments (handstands against the back wall until you fell on your head, was a favourite) - probably why I hated (and still hate) the subject.
Looking back I can think of only one really good, humane, stimulating teacher in the 12 years of despair - and he was an elderly Oxford graduate who taught the most radical history (in every sense of the word 'radical') I have been exposed to (including university). Oddly enough, he never punished anyone. Never needed to - he captivated everyone from the meekest photographic society member to the first team prop. But the rest? Could have been nuns and brothers, from your description. Every one of them.
02/10/2009, 16:23
Another survivor of state-school sadism here!
Primary school was the worst - presumably because the teachers knew there was little chance of physical retribution. From rulers to metal-bristled hairbrushes to canes, no child was safe. One of my most enduring memories was of a very blond boy being forbidden excusing himself to the cloakroom, despite blood gushing from the gaping wound in his scalp where the blackboard duster - flung with considerable force by a petulant maths teacher - had connected him in error on route to the noisy guy behind him. Why his parents didn't sue - at least to recover the cost of a ruined school uniform, if not for the years of therapy he must have needed later in life - I'll never understand.
Incidentally, my well-adjusted Waldorf son made the Deans Merit List despite a larger course-load (extra courses taken "for interest") and many of his former classmates featured on the list, too. They _can_ achieve when they set out to do so - but sometimes, they have other priorities :)
04/10/2009, 17:38
@all: oh, I have no doubt that for every survivor who Fears The Ruler still, there are those who give thanks every day to The Good Nun(s). Or Brothers. Or Fathers.
Hell, I recall going to give swimmining lessons in a pool in rural Zimbabwe at a Jesuit mission school, where the kids had dug the pool.
My wife has fond memories of nuns at Nagle House in Zim; I know folk who really enjoyed Marymount in Mutare - and everyone I know who had German Dominicans thinks they were The Sisters of Unending Humiliation.
My point is - I'd rather have the folk who were taught by the nuns, than the nuns, teaching my children (or anyone else's). Always have the burning light of rectitude at one remove...B-)
04/10/2009, 17:39
PS: the blog WAS tongue-in-cheek (well, partly).
And I am sure there are loads of well-achieving adults who went to Waldorf schhools.
Well, some, anyway...B-)
12/06/2010, 16:07
I went to Lusaka Convent, where as one progressed up the school, the nuns became progressively nastier, more racist, and very undermining of any signs of individuality, artistic merit, or uniqueness. I send my own children to a great intercultural protestant primary, the teachers are young, and for the most part, enthusiastic, and favouritism doesnt seem to exist.#
there were good times as well, but some of the whacks with rulers still remain fresh in my mind.