Training the Stasi Generation

We are all well used to hearing about schools where the teachers (almost always under a headmistress rather than headmaster) take ownership of the children to the extent that they dictate what can and cannot be in the kids’ packed lunches. Now it has gone a step further.

A primary school has appointed 10-year-olds as ‘packed lunch police’ with the power to inspect the food younger pupils bring to school – and even issue warnings if it is unhealthy.

Yes. Really. The ten-year-olds do not have to report the Mars-bar miscreants to the teachers. They have the authority to issue penalty notices. I wonder if they are all in hi-vis vests yet, with ‘future twatty adult’ stencilled on the back?

Parents are up in arms, naturally, but for the wrong reasons. “I decide what my children eat, not some ten-year-old fingermen with frogspawn for brains and the social skills of fast-lane roadkill.” Well okay, none of them used quite those words but it was all words to that effect. But they are missing the point here.

‘If these kids are inspecting my children’s sandwich fillings, how can I be sure they are washing their hands after going to the toilet and aren’t picking their noses? One six-year-old boy was given a warning slip just for having a Kellogg’s cereal bar.’

Even that is not the point. It’s a very good point – the lunch might well be ‘healthy’ until pudgy shit-laden fingers start poking around in it. But it’s not the point.

Headmistress Caroline Holliday said: ‘This healthy-eating campaign has been driven and implemented by our children themselves.’

Rubbish. If true, then it amounts to organised bullying. If true, who is supplying the fixed-penalty notices the mini-Gestapo are handing out? This is organised by the staff and particularly by the headmistress. Denial of responsibility, leading beyond authority, this has a certain organisation’s semaphore fake body language waving all around it.

The real point is control. Everyone watching everyone else. Everyone reporting on everyone else. Soviet Russia. Pol Pot’s Cambodia. Hitler’s Germany. Panoptica. You cannot trust anyone so you cannot organise any resistance. If you try, it soon becomes inevitable that you recruit an informant.

It’s silly to suppose that kids that age would even think about organising a resistance, but those kids will become adults one day. By that time they will have been conditioned into watching and reporting on each other.

The current ten-year-olds will continue to watch and report when they are older. Next year’s ten-year-olds will get the power that has been used to oppress them and they will use it with a vengeance. The year after that, the ten-year-olds will have suffered two years at the hands of the Lunchbox Stasi and they will be even more vindictive when it’s their turn to weild the baton. And it will not stop with lunchboxes.

It just gets nastier every year. School uniforms will soon include jackboots and peaked caps for ten-year-old and above. Before that there will be armbands – if there aren’t already.

It’s not about the food. Not about the hygeine. It’s about training the kids to control each other, even when ‘official’ authority is absent. Okay, there is an argument that kids could do with a bit more control but that argument was engineered to happen from the outset. Let them have their head, let them do as they please and then smack them down with harsh control. The drones will not only accept it, they will cheer for it.

Sure, the parents are angry about it and quite rightly so, but what about Society? The Society that has been brainwashed into thinking that all children belong to everyone and the parents are merely temporary caretakers. They will be delighted when the control gets tighter and tighter and the kids march to school like loads of Midwich Cuckoos.

Then they will march to work just like in the old film ‘Metropolis’.

Note that there are no reports of the parents of ten-year-olds objecting to their child being used as an unpaid enforcer. As each class moves up a year, another lot of parents will be happy to see their children move from ‘oppressed’ to ‘oppressor’ status and their voices will fall silent. In a few years, the parents of new-starts will accept this as ‘just the way things are’.

The lunchboxes are only the beginning. It’s an easy place to start the behavioural modifications. Control will move up in tiny increments and might even abandon the lunchbox controls once the deeper controls are in place. There’ll be no more need of it and it’ll be a crumb to placate the mob.

What we are seeing here is the natural progression from the teachers controlling the kids to having the kids control each other under the direction of the teachers. They are no longer teachers. They are trainers.

Training the Stasi Generation.



12 thoughts on “Training the Stasi Generation

  1. A generation or two ago, there was a tradition known as “fagging” in pretty much all of the major public schools. Nothing to do with either cigarettes or gay people, this was an unofficial system whereby each new entrant to the school was allocated to “fag” (i.e. do pretty much anything required) for one of the senior boys. This junior boy was required to do anything “his” senior asked of him, from tidying his room, doing his washing and ironing, cleaning his football boots, to fetching and carrying anything and everything for him. Enthusiastically embraced by those older boys with a penchant for bullying smaller, weaker boys and largely ignored by staff at all levels (and many parents) – most of whom had themselves been through the “fagging” system, both as a junior and a senior, and regarded it as “character building” – the punishment, usually physical, for any minor infringement, was often severe. In one particular, and quite well-known, public school, the message “Boot Room After” passed to a junior boy at supper time was a matter for particular dread for the juniors, as this indicated that some unspecified infraction of the unspoken rules had occurred and that said junior would be required to meet with several of the senior boys in the Boot Room to receive his punishment. Broken arms, collarbones or noses were not uncommon after one of these “Boot Room” beatings; but, as with all insidious systems designed to suit those for whom the system worked best (i.e. the senior boys), “grassing” was the worst crime of all and would likely result in further punishment, this time by staff, for “making up stories” or even expulsion from the school for the same reason. And – rather like non-smokers in the run-up to the smoking ban – even those boys who could see what a terrible system this was failed to speak out against it or refuse to use their own allocated “fag” once they themselves became seniors, to avoid facing the disapproval of those of their peers who liked the system. The “fagging” system was officially outlawed around (I think) the 1960s or 1970s, although traces of it remained for some years. It is now, thankfully, merely remembered as just one of the facets of public school life which gave public school such a dreadful reputation, and public schools themselves have worked hard to move away from such a brutal, ruthless treatment of the children in their care.

    So how ironic is it that “fagging,” now expunged in private-sector education – and rightly so – should now be showing its face in an embryonic form in our equality-loving, right-on, anti-smoking, tree-hugging State schools?


  2. A neighbour was visited by his grandson who was at primary school. He noticed that the lad went to look in his dustbins.
    “What are you doing?” He asked.
    ” Checking that you are recycling” said the lad.
    ” Well, what if I wasn’t?” he asked.
    ” Then I’d have to tell teacher” the lad replied.

    The brain-washed generation is being created by people who are supposed to be educators.


  3. As a former public schoolboy myself (no, really, I was!) I can confirm that fagging was obsolete certainly by 1964 at my school. It didn’t stop the prefects bullying the other boys though.

    I once got into a spot of trouble by kicking one in the bollocks when he lifted me off the floor by the lapels of my jacket. And one other time when I’m afraid I lost it and deck one of the little bastards who put the toe of his boot up the base of my spine when I walked away refusing to take a detention card that I felt was unwarranted. I guess I was always had a strong conviction that I knew right from wrong.

    Our headmaster was very good. On the second occasion he stripped the prefect of his badge and told me not to do it again. Why? Apparently because being of stout moral fibre I didn’t mention that he hit me first as a justification.

    Ah! Those were the days. School days – happiest days of your life, eh?…


  4. Yes. Really. The ten-year-olds do not have to report the Mars-bar miscreants to the teachers. They have the authority to issue penalty notices. I wonder if they are all in hi-vis vests yet, with ‘future twatty adult’ stencilled on the back?

    These are the ones destined for a career in ‘Public Health’, or one of its many interfering, authoritarian offshoots.


  5. “Wir waren nur Befehle befolgt.”

    That excuse didn’t fly in ’45 and ’46, but seems to work just fine nowadays.

    It’s been a long, long time ago, but onceuponatime the tattletales were recognized as the snot-sniffling, lace-pantyed, fart-smelling little non-starters that they are.

    Now they rise to positions of authority, with the enthusiastic applause of the masses.


      • That’s how my Grandmother said it. Her English is still heavily accented, even though she’s lived in Arkansas all her life. Around Stuttgart, you still hear German spoken in the home.

        Well, kind of German. Sort of like the French you hear in Louisiana is kind of French.

        And, according to certain ‘educators’, I don’t speak English too good, neither.


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