“Right up her ass”

It is hard to imagine that I graduated from Mount Greylock Regional High School in Williamstown, MA, thirty years ago this June. Mount Greylock is a great school in a great town, but I rarely reflect back on my experiences there.

One experience, however, has come to mind twice this week for different reasons. It is one of the most memorable experiences I had, one which taught me so much more than many other hours in the classroom.

The year was 1972. America was mired down in an unpopular war abroad. Many people considered the man sitting in the White House a crook. In many ways, it was a year not much different than today.

Back then, there was a draft, and people found different ways to avoid the draft. I had a bunch of longhaired teachers, whom everyone said had become teachers to avoid the draft. Williamstown was a fairly liberal town, so they got away with things they might not have in other towns.

Miranda is now in eighth grade and is reading Lord of the Flies for school. I remember the day that my eighth grade teacher passed out copies of Lord of the Flies to our class. He said he had an important lesson for us and asked us to turn to page 123. I don’t remember the page exactly, but it seemed like a strange place to get introduced to the book we would be reading. About a third of the way down, there was a phrase that had been crossed out by a black magic marker.

“This is called censorship”, the teacher explained. He spoke about how people had complained about the language in the book and gotten the school to cross out the phrase. Visions of teachers, in the teachers lounge, crossing the phrase out in book after book and muttering about the idiocy of the school administration came to mind.

He explained the ineffectiveness of such censorship, explaining that anyone could go to a library or a bookstore and find out the line. He said he wouldn’t be surprised if someone in the class found out the phrase and told the whole class.

Sure enough. Someone in the class came in and announced the phrase was “right up her ass”. There were the sort of snickers you would expect to hear from eighth graders on hearing that phrase and on knowing that they had gotten around a stupid rule from the administration.

This story has always stayed with me and I have passed it on to my kids.

Then, yesterday, Sue wrote a blog post on MyLeftNutmeg entitled Wilton High School's free speech stomped on. It pointed to the article in the New York Times entitled Play About Iraq War Divides a Connecticut School.

It seems that the school principal is interested in teaching students about the value of free speech by attempting to deny the students the chance to perform their play. It seems as if the reaction the students are getting, including the article in the New York Times has taught the kids even more about the importance of a free press and how the truth almost always manages to find a way to sneak out. The story has been picked up by Good Morning America, Fox 5 and Firedoglake. Theatre companies around the country want to stage their production.

Yes, it seems as if the principal of Wilton High School has taught the students a very important lesson, a lesson that I learned a little bit about when I was in eighth grade and one that we all need to be reminded of

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