Education As “Deadification”
“A mind is a terrible thing to waste,” intoned the black baritone in those old United Negro College Fund commercials.
I’m coming to suspect that wasting one’s mind on an education that “is little more than a state sanctioned lobotomy is far, far more than terrible.”
Everything useful I learned, I learned outside of the classroom. Certainly, I received lots of useful information in all levels of academia….but who did it serve, to whose ultimate benefit?
Go to school and “get your education,” like a ham, like a video at Blockbuster, like a quart of oil. “Once you get that education, nobody can take it away from you,” so the saying goes. That’s one crime we should welcome: ‘please, take this brainwash education and give me back my fucking mind – I’ll pay YOU!’
I despised school, but I always operated from the assumption that something was wrong with me, I was stupid, I just couldn’t fit in – as opposed to my spirit not WANTING to fit in. Systems have a way of making people think that they should conform to them instead of vice versa. And again, someone operates, someone controls those institutions to OUR detriment, not our betterment.
If only we knew that.
Conflict can be quite revealing in exposing lies and getting closer to truth. I need to be awakened more and more regarding the ways in which I sleep on my own brainwashing. So often, I see reflections of my issues and problems, my concerns, in the mirror of other people. Certainly, there have been times where I project onto others my baggage, what is actually within me. Gotta keep that up front.
BUT…mine eyes have seen anew what ‘education as indoctrination/deadification/mummification can do. I’ve seen it in this dialogue over the academic hypnosis that my friend, PZ has fallen under, or more truthfully, embraced with a death grip. I’m always surprised where people’s stop signs reside, always surprised when people choose to terminate their inquiry into self, terminate their reclaiming of self and default to the false/fake/static identity that AWQ references. The murder of the eyes of a child within them, within us.
The relationship that we (can) have with this culture is to either cogitate, collaborate or medicate. If you’re meditating on it, you can’t fail to see the death-style of it. If you’re collaborating with it, you’re probably telling yourself all kinds of fairytales to justify raping and pillaging the planet. And if you’re medicating, you’re too strung out on shopping pills and gin mills to notice.
But you have a choice, we all have a choice. And I thank my friend AWQ for doing lasic surgery on some of these cataracts of mine that hinder my ability to see.
Living life in this culture can be like failing to read the fucking label on your food: do you really know what you’re ingesting and do you muthafuckin’ care?????
Why you mad at me when I tell you it’s genetically modified, tell you that its poison?!