Some years ago work on education was considered a haven for those who wanted to continue performing the dignity and creativity. However, this eventually became a refuge for various reasons in a trench fighting. This happened due to the power of renunciation of these professionals not to indulge in the frantic quest for power and prestige combined with the profit. Resigned to the profit, but just so there was a gain prestige among the people who saw it as a professional dedication and a commitment community. Soon we saw many teachers begin to have political participation. And success began to attract people who also wanted to have professional freedom, even at the cost of a low salary recognition. But the rulers were not indifferent to this movement, soon realized that this heroism of teachers ended up bringing them a reputation of criticism. And so today we see not only an infiltration of people who have no professional vocation as well as the intervention of so-called educational administrators in order to inhibit academic freedom. Take the pleasure of professional practice is now the new wave. This is to simply enforce mediocrity and thus a greater capacity of the central power to control the voice of teachers.
I am from a generation raised in the wake of the Beatles’ break. It was essential that every adolescent partisanship of choice for one of the four horsemen. And the disputes were often heated, may produce enamoramentos or rivalries. They were not like our parents, but older allies. Our parents were more for the beat generation, or existentialist, at best. So my choice was more to John and George. For different reasons. John seemed someone closer to the Californian love and peace, his sexuality encouraged me (I used to think Yoko very attractive). Harrison also in his flower power style, it also meant an appeal to community welfare, in the spiritualist line. Both opened in the West a new style of living. But something that I could not realize early on was the political influence of John. This influence proved decisive later in my life. So the definition of a rock star in these conditions was not only meant an aesthetic choice, but went together with many dimensions of life. Hence the surprise that I had with this photo. I do not know if it is really original, but sure it is a possible picture given the conditions of political and emotional of that time. If so, then this picture was taken just two months before Che was executed. Is that possible? Probably he would be in the Bolivian jungles at that time. Then as a teenager at the time I was much more enthusiastic about George. All things must pass, Beware of darkness, seemed profound philosophy at the time. However, inside me there was a song I listened in painful silence. Want to know what was it? Working class hero, the hard part of Imagine? Or Mother? The song about abandoned children during the baby boom, the dark side of the summer of love.
day Today I thought I would write again, I had so many ideas bubbling in my brain, but suddenly I forgot all of them. It seems that only the voice emerged. I just hope it’s not the voice of my inner dialogue. I wish it were the voice of conscience. Only it can say what it is. The rest is in prison of the opinions of others. Or the internalization of what is said and done dressage with shame. Almost always the shame and vanity are the omnipresent teachers. This leads us deeper into oblivion. So deep that we come to ask ourselves whether we really said this or that, or if we actually did this or that. Then we read what we write. It is our inventory (the beginning of awareness), and then we found what we said at that time. And we had forgotten. It’s so easy to point out contradictions in others, so difficult to recognize our own contradictions. This is the most radical unconsciousness that produces irresponsibility.