by hilzoy
Two stories from the Department of Huh??! First, the quote of the day:
“”With the exception of the cross-burning episode. … I believe John Freshwater is teaching the values of the parents in the Mount Vernon school district,” he said.”
Yep: just that one little exception … — When I first read that, I imagined some sort of KKK rally. But it’s actually even stranger:
“A Mount Vernon teacher undermined science instruction in the public school district by discrediting evolution in his classroom and focusing on creationism and intelligent design, an investigation has found.
Eighth-graders who were taught by John Freshwater frequently had to be re-taught in high school what they were supposed to have learned in Freshwater’s class, according to outside investigators hired by the district.
For 11 years, other teachers in the school district and people in the community complained about Freshwater preaching his Christian beliefs in class and slamming scientific theories, a school administrator told investigators. (…)
HR on Call Inc., the consultants who investigated allegations against Freshwater, released their findings yesterday. Mount Vernon school board members will meet today to discuss the report and decide what, if any, action they will take.
The report confirmed that Freshwater burned crosses onto students’ arms, using an electrostatic device, in December.”
The teacher in me shrieks: he branded his students?? The ex-Christian adds: with crosses?? — This is not what Christ meant when he said “suffer the little children”.
From a follow-up story:
“Supporters of John Freshwater stood in a parking lot today asking God to inspire the school board to make the right decision.
Three hours later, the board announced that it intends to fire Freshwater, an eighth-grade science teacher.”
Proof of the efficacy of prayer.
Second story, from Toronto (h/t):
“Leduc’s weird tale began on May 30, when she dropped young Victoria off for class at Terry Fox Elementary and headed in to work, only to receive a frantic phone call from the school telling her it was urgent she come back right away. The frightened mother rushed back to the campus and was stunned by what she heard – the principal, vice-principal and her daughter’s teacher were all waiting for her in the office, telling her they’d received allegations that Victoria had been the victim of sexual abuse – and that the CAS had been notified.
How did they come by such startling knowledge? Leduc was incredulous as they poured out their story. “The teacher looked and me and said: ‘We have to tell you something. The educational assistant who works with Victoria went to see a psychic last night, and the psychic asked the educational assistant at that particular time if she works with a little girl by the name of “V.” And she said ‘yes, I do.’ And she said, ‘well, you need to know that that child is being sexually abused by a man between the ages of 23 and 26.'”
Victoria, who is non-verbal, had also been exhibiting sexualized behaviour in class, actions which are known to be typical of autistic behavior. (See other typical actions here) That lead authorities to suspect she had a bladder infection that may have somehow been related to the ‘attack.’ Leduc was shaken by the idea. “It’s actually your worst nightmare your child being violated,” she admits. “So for them to even suggest that, and that be my worst nightmare, it was horrific.”
But things got worse when school officials used the “evidence” and accepted the completely unsubstantiated word of the seer by reporting the case to Children’s Aid, which promptly opened a file on the family.
“They reported me to Children’s Aid,” Leduc declares, still disbelieving. “Based on a psychic!””
To add to this already surreal story, it turns out that the school had previously “lost” this child, and so her mother had gotten a GPS device “that provided audio records of everything that was going on around her”, which proved that (surprise, surprise) there was no sexual abuse. What are the odds that when an allegation like this surfaces, the parent will happen to have equipped her kid with a GPS device and audio recorder some months previously?
Branding children with crosses. Reporting sexual abuse based on the word of a psychic. Just when I think I’ve gotten the measure of human weirdness, it surprises me again.
I’m going to pretend that this is an open thread because, really, wtf can anyone say about stuff this bizarre?
So, my wife is moving from VA in the next few weeks and I plan on doing my last major trip there for two weeks starting June 25th. Do any OW-folk who live in the metro-DC area want to get together? I asked OCSteve and he’s traveling and so probably wouldn’t be able to come. I’d be up for beer or coffee or food in the city or I’d be happy to host a BBQ at my wife’s place (15 minute walk from the subway). If you’re interested, drop me a line at laminarturbulence at gmail dot com.
Oh, what’s worse about Freshwater is that there have been reports of students being bullied for not being sufficiently…supportive…of him.
Uh, the 11 years part was also pretty wtf. Way to go, an entire generation! With a name like John Freshwater, it reminds me of an alien from Buckaroo Bonzai.
Branded with an electrostatic device? Are we talking burns here, or a rather strange classroom demonstration of the principles behind photocopying? This being a science teacher, I gotta at least suspect the latter.
That’s the problem with media reporting; You’re never sure whether it’s the “branded” or “electrostatic” that’s mistaken.
Brett, if you click the “quote of the day” link, you can see a photograph of the brand, which is indeed a burn. On that page, you can follow another link for further information about device itself.
Of course, that would have robbed you of an opportunity for some content-free snark about “media reporting.”
Brett would also learn that Freshwater is not competent to teach science, with his anti-science bigotry, silly teaching of creationism and ignorant claim that carbon dating is unreliable and that this supposedly has something to do with evolution.
Freshwater is the kind of guy who makes religious people look like fools.
Freshwater is also an arrogant fool as his response (pdf) to being forced to take the Decalogue out of a ‘collage’ he had in a classroom window shows.
I am very glad that the majority of self-identified Christians are not like this man.
OT, but it’s Obama-bashing day on NPR. Scott Simon first talks with Daniel Schorr about Obama’s “breaking his pledge” to take public financing and the horrible symbolism of being the first candidate to opt out, with zero mention of McCain’s creative approach to following the rules he himself wrote.
Then Simon has a outraged editorial defending St. McCain from Obama’s “playing the race card” against him by suggesting that his race might come up during the campaign:
Apparently the fact that race already has come up (“Will We Still Call It the White House?” buttons, Curious George T-shirts, sock monkeys, “baby mama”, “exotic”, not a “full-blooded American”, and on and on) is irrelevant.
Not much that isn’t already dead obvious, I think. For me, this is just another manifestation of WTF-are-they-teaching-our-kids-these-days. ID isn’t science; Creation Science isn’t science, and telling your students that the Biblical account of creation trumps your lying eyes is unquestionably not science.
Keep religion out of the science class, already. It does not belong there, any more than flocks of cosmologists teaching current theory of how the universe came to be belong in our catechism classes.
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hilzoy, do not be surprised by anything. The human capacity for weirdness knows no bounds.Just like the human capacity for, as Slarti says, ignoring the evidence of one’s own eyes knows no limits.
I won’t even begin to start on the sexual abuse story because I would be here all day.
What we have here with the Gloucester 17 and Professor Freshwater is a misallocation of student and teacher resources.
I propose a charter school (Our Lady of Peculiar Whackjobs Academy; a magnet school) is which Freshwater (don’t mention sex) teaches a religiously-based science-free abstinence-only you-know-what-but-don’t-say-it education class to the lovely, entrepreneurial girls of Gloucester (that’s O.K., it’s not about the sex).
On branding day, he would approach the love-starved teens with the Loving God Means Never Having To Say You’re Sorry and Get Up For The 3:00 AM Feeding Double Bar Ranch branding iron [like John Wayne (“You was wrong, Mista Dunston”), imagine my Walter Brennan impersonation, in _Red River_ ] …..
…… but the girls would have other plans and begin presenting rearward like a pack of female chimps in estrus …
I wonder who would win that contest.
Walker Percy had all of these people pegged.
I propose impermeable, double-walled prophylactics across the board for our public school students — one wall for sex and another for religion.
Funny how some people don’t need a condom to fend off common sense.
The homeless guy — this gives new meaning to the phrase “shaking hands with the unemployed”.
Who will play this stud in the made-for-TV movie?
What did he do, win the Kentucky Derby?
Walker Percy had all of these people pegged.
I’ve always considered “Love In The Ruins” to be a work of latter-day prophecy (or reportage, take your pick) disguised as a comic novel.
Whoever has the lapsometer now is having a field day.
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woo-hoo! Walker Percy fans unite!
I have the lapsometer.
And the gin-fizzes.
I’m convinced Percy, not Updike, not Pynchon, maybe Nabokov, not Bellow (that’s hard for me to say), not all of the others, will be the guy people are reading in Harvard’s Survey of 20th Century American Literature in the year 2381.
They will also be reading him in Theology and Philosophy seminars and he ought to be read, like Chekhov, in medical schools.
Percy’s novels are so lucid and strange, two traits you don’t find often conjoined.
I have the lapsometer. And the gin-fizzes.
The party’s at Thullen’s!
I’m convinced Percy, not Updike, not Pynchon, maybe Nabokov, not Bellow
I’m with you on all of these except Bellow. To me, this opening:
I am an American, Chicago born – Chicago, that somber city – and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way
is as resonant as this one:
Sing in me, O Muse, and through me tell the story of that many-sided man
and the story of Augie is nothing if not the story of American metis. Humboldt and Henderson are, for me, more or less personal talismans.
Just MVHO.
Pynchon will also be read in 2381, but I think more as an example of abnormal psychology than as literature.
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P.S. — a quick poll.
Is there a woman on earth who likes Percy’s “The Moviegoer”? Every woman I know who’s read it, including my wife, finds Binx Bolling unbelievably annoying.
Conversely, is there a man on earth who doesn’t read it and say, “I know that guy”, “I was that guy”, or “I am that guy”?
It’s one of the few books I know of that seems to polarize its audience by gender so strongly.
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OT, or at least it would be if there were a topic: check out this candidate for WY’s at-large Congressional seat. (He probably won’t get the Rep. nomination, which is a relief; this is just for spooky comedic value.) Check out his reasons for running for Congress. Preview: he thinks 9/11 was an inside job, and that a conspiracy headed by Rothschilds has us headed for ” a tyranny far more horrible than Stalin’s Russia.”
Sure, sure, but what did he do for Hitler’s birthday?
The Nigerian scammers have moved onto Iraq (this was news to me – has anyone else seen the same thing?). I have just had an e-mail from ‘Captain Duke Scott, a US MARINE OFFICER presently working in Iraq.’ He recounts:
Captain Scott sent this money out (with the help of an unsuspecting UN official), but there’s good news for the US troops…
Magistra, I’ve been getting those for years now, though I haven’t read them often enough to know whether the more recent ones have had the Petraeus bit.
Mondo weirdness has always been with us, but the cross branding thing (on other people’s kids, no less) in the Freshwater article is extra special freaky.
I’m laying 2 to 1 odds that his intent was to preempt the mark of the beast.
I’m also staying the hell away from the greater Columbus OH area. Every time that city pops up in the news, it’s some kind of freak show. From my point of view, anyway.
Not saying folks there are all bad people, it just seems (from the outside) like a colony from some other planet.
Then again, I’m sure they all feel the same way about, frex, Cambridge MA. Or maybe even Gloucester.
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Russell:
I take back what I wrote about Bellow. I reread “Augie” a little while ago and ……
….. well, it kills me every time.
Same with Henderson. “I want, I want, I want.” I want.
Interesting to think that while Bellow was giving birth to that big muscular American prosy baby, Augie, Percy was in or just out of the sanitorium (tuburculosis), reading Kierkagaard (talk about annoying), and composing his first obscure essays tweezing apart the utter strangeness of BEING human in the mid-20th Century.
I think Bellow will be read as the turning point in the 20th Century American novel, when prose lost its manners and found its outside voice and went for it.
Percy will be read as he hoped: his work palpated and diagnosed the human condition in the 20th Century, when one state of being gave way to the not yet defined new one (in Percy’s words: the old coin, the currency, rubbed smooth and unrecognizable and the new currency not yet minted).
The patient never had a physician like Percy. It may have been a post-mortem.
Binx Bolling: I, Binx-like, sometimes stare at my pathetic wallet, and my change, and my keys on my dresser and drive around during the day considering the utter quotidian, ordinary everydayness of it, but how it (the little sum of me and the world) is so effing strange at the same time.
Yup, I understand how a woman might want to slap me upside the head (snap out of it) and hand me a couple of pills and send me on my way.
I have a friend who read “The Moviegoer” in the same college philosophy class but at a different time.
I’ll find her again and ask her what she thinks about Binx.
I’ll add that both Bellow and Percy shared a shortcoming: their female characters are fairly one dimensional,
full stop.
Yup, I understand how a woman might want to slap me upside the head (snap out of it) and hand me a couple of pills and send me on my way.
That seems to be the consensus among the novel-reading women of my acquaintance.
I, Binx-like, sometimes stare at my pathetic wallet, and my change, and my keys on my dresser and drive around during the day considering the utter quotidian, ordinary everydayness of it, but how it (the little sum of me and the world) is so effing strange at the same time.
Sounds about right to me.
I’ll add that both Bellow and Percy shared a shortcoming: their female characters are fairly one dimensional
This hadn’t occurred to me before, but I think this is right on the money.
I wasn’t aware of Percy’s essays until you mentioned them upthread, now I will go find and read them.
This has been a most enjoyable exchange. My thanks to the non-Walker-Percy-or-Saul-Bellow-fans on board here for your indulgence.
Another topic, briefly:
Gloucester MA is a small, tough, blue-collar fishing town, with some rich people and bohos thrown in for good measure. Insular to the point of clannishness.
Used to be kind of prosperous, but the bottom is more or less falling out as a result of the decline of the fishing industry. Fishing is the heart of Gloucester, and the trade there is plied by local owner-operators running small to medium sized boats, hands-on, with crews also made up of local men.
It’s the kind of place where the range of opportunities available in the great big outside world just might not seem that realistic to a townie.
It’s probably like lots of other, similar, places in that regard. Places where the industry that’s kept the local economy afloat is either winding down or is gone, but also where it doesn’t occur to a lot of folks to just bust a move and make a life elsewhere.
To an adult, with some experience of the world, having a kid at high school age, with no job, no place of your own, and no particular future in mind, is insane.
To a (frex) 16 year old girl, deciding to face a future that looks either bleak, or uncertain, or both by having a kid might just seem like a way to dictate some terms of your own to life.
It’s only crazy if you understand what you’re getting into. 16-year-olds don’t.
Where are mom and dad in all of this? That’s a great question. I have no idea.
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russell:
Thank you for some background on Gloucester. What I also see in your account is that the town’s economic base was *extremely* tilted toward employing men, not women. These girls have, I suspect, good reason to anticipate that the boys they know will never be providers, and that they are more likely to find emotional and even economic support from each other than from young men.
Where are mom and dad in all of this?
Trying to make ends meet and failing, is my guess.
On the essays, I’d recommend Message in a Bottle first, followed by Lost in the Cosmos rather than the other way around. Googling, I see there is a posthumous collection as well, but I haven’t read that.
I’ve only read _The Thanatos Syndrome_ of Percy’s novels, and found it mediocre science fiction with pretensions — sufficiently annoying to make me wish I could fling poop at Mr. Percy.
On the other hand, “The Loss of the Creature” is a splendid essay and I still find myself ruminating on it years later.
LJ is right about the essays; also try _Signposts in a Strange Land_ , a later collection.
Thanks to Russell for this conversation and double down on Russell’s thanks for forbearance.
Jake: yeah, “Thanatos Syndrome” is Percy repeating himself and a little bitter, as I think back.
He was a pilgrim, and I think life was very hard for him, even though it looks good from the outside.
You know, in Katherine Hepburn’s posthumous statement to and about Spencer Tracy, a very accomplished and very unhappy human being, she asked him, and I paraphrase, “Spenca, what was it? What was the problem?”
He had no idea.
I think Percy came very close to getting a glimpse of what his problem was and may have recoiled at the last minute.
I don’t know.
Dave Daubenmire, the “friend” that defends him, is actually a wingut with a blog. He heads a group called “Minutemen United” which goes around disrupting gay-friendly church services, among other things. Sadly, No! does a lot of stuff on him.
Recently, “Coach Dave”‘s son got sentenced to 5 years probation after he pleaded nolo contendre to the charge of possessing child pornography. Daubenmire actually even wrote about it, but he acted as though it was just regular porn throughout the article.
You can’t make this stuff up.
http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/9734.html
Possibly you know about this, but I didn’t, when Katrina hit, I ended up reading a lot about the 1927 flood, which helped Hoover go to the White House, but then ended up having the black vote change as a bloc to support Democrat Roosevelt because of Hoover’s broken promises to black leaders. Anyway, LeRoy Percy, Walker Percy’s adoptive grandfather, was involved in the reconstruction efforts. Link and link
I meant to write something about the weight of family and that sensation of being tied to a place that must have weighed on Percy and might give some insight into his mind.
And just to be johnny-come-lately to this thread – yes you can brand with an electrostatic device (such as a Violet Wand), if you set the intensity high enough, and use a metal tip. You can also ignite 151.
Russell, when my friend referenced above
read _The Moviegoer_ several decades ago, she thought SHE was Binx.
She hasn’t an annoying bone in her body.
Binx wins.
when my friend referenced above
read _The Moviegoer_ several decades ago, she thought SHE was Binx.
Too funny, and also splendid.
My wife and the other women in question on my end are pragmatic, hands-on, brook-no-nonsense types. They are, in fact, a formidable lot, and I spend no small amount of time in awe of them.
I just think they have a hard time seeing the positive possibilities hidden inside of fugue states and existential dislocation. Not while there’s a lawn to mow, anyway. 🙂
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