They think of me as empty. To be filled
with what they know as truth.
They teach me history.
But
they lie - telling have truths. I learn about the signing of
papers,
but whole cultures, whole histories, are made
invisible
to me. I got an A in history, but know only the illusion.
Caged by imposed ignorance. One history.
History. The cultures and generational pasts of my classmates made
invisible...erased.
They celebrate our
multiculturalism.
Your home life as exoticized show and tell.
Cultures
not Canadian - what is Canadian culture but
the denial of others? -
not suited for public life.
We must all put on the
mask of normal. Invisibilize difference.
They sit me in rows, facing a
teacher, and tell me to sit still. Listen.
Knowledge is the property of experts. Valid
knowledge comes
in the form of quotes, quote authority.
There will always be
authority, to: look to, aspire to, and
follow unquestionably. You
are nothing but an empty shell- sit down. Listen. Accept. If you stir, you will
be medicated.
They teach me essay
structures.
Mass
produce, they whisper in my ear. Caste aside
creativity, and individuality. Express yourself in
the lines. Uniformity.
They test me, grade me.
Memorize. Regurgitate. Forget. Memorize.
Regurgitate.
Competition: You are only
good if others are bad.
Only through hierarchy can
success be achieved.
