19.10.25 - Day 292

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Morning

Oisin in Zurich




It has been another busy week.

I know I only have 11 children in my class... but it is still very hard work. I have no idea how teachers with 30 children cope. That's just so insane.

The good news is that the children who have been with me since Class 1 are doing really well. The children who have joined along the way are at various stages of progress and ability.

The Class 1 originals have their tables and concepts - foundational concepts - in numeracy and literacy nailed down. And they are grafters. The children who joined along the way are still finding their feet. Well actually some of them have managed to adapt really well.

But this week was rough.

The Genocide in Palestine

Going on for two years now. The Western hypocrisy and actual literal stupidity of people - I actually cannot understand how people are so stupid. I was recently told that someone I respected was a Zionist. I think you can only be a Ziionist if you are racist and sectarian. And a certain kind of sectarianism - Islamaphobic. I think that you can only be that. 

I get it, that people who have been born in Israel now have nowhere else to stay, but if you have a place to stay, WTF are you going there? It is also the most disenfranchised who go there. Those who have been told the only thing they have is their identity. It is so insidious. Steiner speak of a universal humanity - that we no longer are supposed to be doing this...

But we will be divided by those who have something to gain. In war hatred is mobilised. Greed is mobilised. Stupidity is everywhere. 

Failure of the West

The disappointment and the failure of the promise of the revolution. Colonialism never really ended. It just went underground for awhile and then it resurrected itself...

And it was aided and abetted by the media and the bureaucrats.

It is exhausting fighting the good fight on so many levels...

Ghin told me something very sad recently. It was about a child who had received two black eyes... one at a time. I was appalled to be honest. I said to Ghin, how many times did you or Oisin have a black eye growing up? He said, zero. I said, exactly, zero. It is really worrying that such a young child should have two black eyes. At the very least it speaks of neglect and the very worse... it doesn't bear thinking about.

Anyway... I have had such a difficult time trying to understand what all the point is... what is it exactly? Why do I do the things which I do?


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