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What I Learned in Catholic School
By Roger A. "Pete" Peterson
The secrets of the universe are hidden in the details
of our experience. -Pete
When I turned five, I started
attending school associated with a Catholic Church (Holy Family) in
Lewiston, Maine. The first class of the day was catechism, or religious
instruction. The elderly nun teaching the class discussed the story of
Genesis, the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. As the story unfolds Adam
and Eve, beguiled by a snake, take a bite from an apple from the Tree of the Knowledge
of Good and Evil against God's wishes. To punish them, God banishes them from
Eden to fend for themselves. According to the nun, "by eating an apple from the
Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil against God's explicit instructions, Adam
and Eve have committed a mortal sin." She went on to say that "since Adam and
Eve committed a sin, all of their children are born in sin, which makes us all
sinful or basically evil. In addition", she went on, "we cannot trust our bodies (the flesh of our being) because they are corrupt and
will betray us always."
Wow, I couldn't believe my ears, what an awful condemnation! My jaw dropped open
and my eyes widened in disbelief as I looked around the room at the faces of the other
children to see how they reacted to this awful news. Until this moment
all I had seen in the faces of my classmates was beauty, joy, and innocence. How could this old churchwoman* say
such terrible things about us? I was outraged and voiced my objection angrily. She told me to be quiet, so I turned my back on her in protest for the rest of
the class, in effect, telling her I didn't want to hear anything else she had to
say.
The next morning, as we stood in line outside her classroom, she stiffly walked up to me
and asked, "Are you going to learn your catechism today?" Looking her straight
in the eye, I said, "No!" As if expecting this response, she
grabbed my right wrist with her left hand and pulled a heavy wooden ruler out of
the folds of her Habit (black robe). I knew what was coming so I
tried to pull my hand away. Swinging the ruler down as hard as she could, she beat my
knuckles repeatedly, until I cried in pain. It was as if she was trying to
destroy my resistance to the church's beliefs through the application of pain. I
didn't want to cry but I couldn't help myself. Turning my head to look at my classmates
through tear-filled eyes, I felt a great boiling anger rise up in me at the church
and this nun for the pain and
humiliation I now felt.
The next day, when my eight year old brother Dicky and I arrived at school, I
knew I couldn't go back inside. I told him, I'd meet him after school for the
two mile walk home, and headed into the woods behind the church. I remained
hidden until school ended, scared all the while because Dicky and his
friends had told me there was quicksand in the woods, and I knew what quicksand did to
people from watching movies. My mother often made Dicky take me with him to get
us both out of the house. That was fine with me because it was always
an adventure to go places with him, even though he didn't like having me
around and was often mean to me, like telling me there was quicksand in the
woods.
(One day, when I was three or four, Dicky and I were headed home through the woods
behind our house, We heard some strange metallic sounds coming from above our heads,
just behind us. The sounds were followed by a
thump as something heavy hit the ground. Turning around, we saw a full
grown man
dressed in a very realistic devil's costume standing about ten feet from us.
About ten feet bove his head was a narrow metal bed frame tied between two trees.
There, he could lie in wait for little kids
like Dicky and me. He held a trident in one hand and his tail in the other
as he spread his arms, made an awful sounds as he prepared to chase us. Even though my brother and I knew it was only a man dressed in a devil's costume
we both screamed in terror and ran like hell. As I ran,
I wished I was big enough to turn around and kick this guy's ass for scaring us
so much. Years later, my oldest brother, Rudy, told me it was a
seventeen-year-old high school student in the neighborhood who liked to scare
little kids for a laugh.)
When school let out, I walked home with Dicky and told my mother what happened
the day before. I also told her I was never going back to that school again, and meant
it! When school officials corroborated my story the next day, she gave them a
piece of her mind and immediately transferred Dicky and me to Garcelin, the
nearest public elementary school. This
wasn't much better because the message we got there was almost as bad. While the
church school tried to convince us we were bad and couldn't trust ourselves, the public school told us
we were a blank slate that needed to be written on. In response to my question
about student/teacher roles, my new teacher literally said, "Sit down, shut up,
and do as I tell you because I'm the teacher and I know what's best for you."
Yikes, what was school, a prison camp run by bullies? Fortunately, I met several
teachers along the way who were people too, and one in particular who was
unconditionally loving. She treated everyone as though they possessed intrinsic
value. Needless to say, she was my favorite and I worked hard to earn her
respect even though I didn't have to.
After quitting high
school in my senior year (being defined as a "High School Dropout" was
another negative definition I had to learn to cope with), I entered the
Air Force. After almost five years of thought and healing, I was ready
to go back to school. I was going back to study and pick people's
brains. I didn't care what authoritarian games people wanted to play, I
wasn't going to let it affect me. I was on a journey of self discovery
and no one was going to get in my way. I wanted to live in a world that is more loving,
empowering, forgiving, and freeing. I knew it lay hidden within us, all I had to
do was find it and figure out how to actualize it. To some degree most
of us are stuck in a
negative world view, one that saddles most of us with fear, limitation, conflict, and suffering. The
only way to change our collective world view is for each of us to change
our personal world view. No one can do a better job of creating our
reality than us! What we are is good and we need to realize that.
* Is it possible this church woman was
an angel in
disguise, a messenger? If it was not for her comments and behavior I would probably not be so
consciously aware of this negative aspect of church and public school teachings.
Frankly, I can't think of anything more "evil" than telling someone, especially
a child, that they're basically bad and they can't trust themselves because the
truth is, we get what we concentrate on. If we seriously look for evidence
to support ideas like "you're basically evil and you can't trust yourself" we'll find it, if not
in ourselves, in others.
When we accept ideas
without question, we're creating our reality by default. To consciously
create our reality, we need to take full responsibility for what we
choose to believe. In other words, we need to see things for
what they really are if we want to change ourselves, and the world, for the
better.
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