As Thanksgiving is upon us, my loathing toward this horrid holiday increases. Not merely for the usual 'stupid-racist-holiday' grumblings that I feel, but while thinking about everything that goes on at this time of year, and then thinking about the American version of the same event, I am reminded of those poor children who are forced to put on plays to satisfy their parents, and make the teachers/school look good. So the school dresses the kids up in settler or native gear and tells them to prance around the stage in their cute little leather boots, feathered head-pieces, giant belt buckles, or whatever and the children portray what was supposed to have happened: the settlers and natives become friends with each other, they all eat and life is just peachy...right before the settlers deicide to slaughter all the natives, gutting whomever they please, and steal all their possesions. The moral of this story is that we should all be thankful? I'm just thankful that I wasn't around when this cute little massacre took place.

      Not only this, but if someone actually did protest against this, then that person would be quickly dealt with.

      "Now you're all going to be good little boys and girls, and put on a big show for your parents, because you're all just puppets and don't have minds of your own."

      Children are not generally thought of as human beings. If, for instance, a child declares a strong moral protest against something, then that person is not taken seriously. Instead, they are thought of as troublemakers - not following the teacher's wishes. If the teacher does allow this, then the child is sure to be clearly seperated from the rest of the class, making it as painful and humiliating for that person as possible. Not only that, but they are sure to be seperated socially from their peers; not conforming to the wishes of the majority, and not being understood by others of their age group.

      "When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers who would hurt the children any way they could, by pouring their derision upon anything we did; exposing every weakness, however carefully hidden by the kid. But in the town it was well known, when they got home at night, their fat and psycopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives. We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher, leave those kids alone. All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall." -Pink Floyd-