The Burden of the Best?

In my (public) elementary school, I usually walked home for lunch, but there were many kids who stayed for the hot lunch offered by the school. I suspect that for some of the ones who stayed, that may have been the only hot meal (and possibly the most nutritious meal) of the day.

Along with the standard reading/writing/math/science classroom instruction, we also had music twice a week (which was usually singing), including a year-end performance for the parents, and, in the upper grades, an opportunity to learn a musical instrument, which resulted in additional concerts; there was art class twice a week; gym, of course (along with recess); and often the upper grades would put on a play during the year. All of these things gave kids a chance to do something they might not have done at home, and to discover talents or skills they weren’t aware of.

But as you say, why try to develop kids’ potential when it’s politically more expedient to tell them they’re part of a caste, destined at birth by their skin color to be successes or failures?


It’s a good idea. Thing is that all blacks were not forced to eat it, nor all whites forbidden – without any ‘official’ racism or anti-racism (which is just more racism), those who needed to eat at school were welcome to do so. Down with the caste system.


Whenever I’m confronted with this, I think of the Prologue to Zarathustra (1882):

And thus spoke Zarathustra to the people: "… The time has come for man to plant the seed of his highest hope. His soil is still rich enough. But one day this soil will be poor and domesticated, and no tall tree will be able to grow in it … I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves … Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, [the one] no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the Last Man.

" ‘What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?’ thus asks the Last Man, and he blinks. The earth has become small, and on it hops the Last Man, who makes everything small … ‘We have invented happiness,’ say the Last Men, and they blink. They have left the regions where it was hard to live, for one needs warmth … Becoming sick and harboring suspicion are sinful to them … A fool, whoever still stumbles over stones or human beings! A little poison, now and then: that makes for agreeable dreams. And much poison in the end, for an agreeable death … One no longer becomes poor or rich: both require too much exertion …

“No shepherd and one herd! Everyone wants the same, everyone is the same: whoever feels differently goes voluntarily to the madhouse. ‘Formerly, all the world was mad,’ say the most refined, and they blink.”


Dear Christopher,
That was yet another masterclass in disertus rantum. Beautifully crafted as usual and a pleasure to read.
Thank you.

The woke have a particular talent for memory-holing inconvenient facts and are immune to irony and reflection - it doesn’t help them feel they’re winning.

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I tend to attract troll flak on other forums, so I really appreciate the warmth of your feedback. Thanks John.

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