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Simone Heil |
www.artshange.fr |
mail@artshange.fr |
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Original in German |
Volume: 11 714 signs ~ 7, 8 A4-pages of 1 500 signs |
ESSAY: Appeal at the Bourgeoisie |
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Writer and Copyright: Simone Heil |
Appeal at the Bourgeoisie |
11. - 13.12.2015, final version 23 th January 2016 |
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Dear Bourgeoisie, Sometimes I imagine how it is to be born as a bourgeois child, with bourgeois parents, preferably both of them graduated, mum works half-day, dad works full time. To grow up in comforting, material safety, parent-quarrels included, but sufferable. Oh cuddly childhood, playful in light and shadow, innocent until the day you notice, it is not so good for all people. There are also some who are called workers. They have children too. They are poor. They do not have it as good as we do. You can see it on their clothes. Why do they have less money? Well, they did not take good care of school before. They were not able to follow the lessons. They were lazier than us. They almost neeever did their homework. No, don't be afraid. If you don't care and if you can't follow the lessons, we will help you or you've got a tutor. But do always well your homework. But we still take care that you do it. If you have good notes, you will be rewarded. Then you get something nice. The better your notes are, the more you get. Later, you study what do you want, but until then there is still a long time. Somehow, they are disturbing, the poor. Fortunately, there is the sixth form. There are not so many of them, sometimes not any. These are the good poor. But keep distance from them, especially from the strangers. The school is the first dressage-institution of our children. Up to the puberty many children of working-class families can keep up, too many. But then comes the puberty which captures all with the same power, labourers and employees children, academics children. The body vibrates, the nerves vibrate, everything vibrates. Oops, the adult-world approaches, very close. The children of all classes recognize, they will be pressed in a pattern, everything is forced. Roles, rules, control, to function is demanded. But we want to be free, to experience adventures. School, why school? Helpless stare the working-class parents at their children, struggling for words. Like now to the children, it happened once to the parents. School drop out or high school certificate, a little bit sneaking about and hanging around, than straight into the working world, with or without formation and going under with all youth-dreams. Painfully the parents struggle for words. Don't make the same mistake as we did, continue school, make the A-levels. But hollow sounds the words. How can mother and father demand convincingly what they themselves did not manage? How can they help their children with learning difficulties, how can they reward good school performances, how ...? They resign. The apple never falls far from the tree. The quarrels flag and the cries of the parents become silent. Resigned, it becomes silent. Disputes and cries also happen in bourgeois academic households. But here threats arrived with. If you drop out school, we don't pay your driver's licence and the car is only available as a gift with the A-levels. The iPhone you can also render immediately, pocket money will be cancelled and and and think about it, if you leave school, you become one of them, one of the poor who cannot afford anything, from nothing comes nothing. We're still fine and it should be still better for you. Bourgeois graduated parents are good role models, successful people. Here, working is worthwhile, leads to prosperity, makes sense, gives sense, gives especially enough money to play along, sometimes even at the top of the top, in the premier league. Grudgingly the rebellious, bourgeois teenager realizes that after all it is probably better to participate. Still a bit flipping and bouncing around and then focusing on school and later academic studies. Like that should it be. Like that the capitalism functions. And always take a pretty distance to the uneducated. And just do not have compassion. It cannot be everyone prosperous or rich. And absolutely no way to allow everyone to graduate the A-levels. Where would we go then? Who should clean the buildings and streets, clear the shelves in the supermarkets, who should slaughter the cattle and who should execute all the other disagreeable but vital things for little wages and earnings? What then, if everybody has the A-levels, if everybody can study a lifelong? Then the work must be reorganized and most of all redistributed. Then many, a great many will recognize that certain activities, like cleaning work, can be executed only half-time. Everything else is degrading the human dignity in Europe. Then there will be cleaning Doctors of Philosophy. Maybe there are so many doctors that they also clean the hospital or the doctor's office four hours per week, who knows. Let us create the paradise of education in Europe. Women and men of the bourgeoisie, what are you afraid of? That you must share? That you must deliver? Yes, share and deliver you probably must, most of all les richest among you. However, there will probably always be something like an elite, but I imagine an elite in a meritocracy. There are those at the top who emerge by above-average engagement or above-average diligence or above-average interest and last not least above-average personal ability. True is, above-average private property will be then no longer necessary to get up to top. The, some of you will fall on the wayside, that's clear, but they will be still fine enough in a material way. ... ... ... INTERESTED TO READ FURTHER? - CONTACT: mail@artshange.fr |
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