Arbeit macht frei: - Fredrick Töben

ehaviour, which is not at all a racial matter, as most individuals would like
to suggest, especially those who use the term ‘anti-Semitism’ to deflect from
this physiological cause of anti-social behaviour.
Reflecting on such matters always brings me back to my school days. I
recall how we had Ken Rigby, a young man who taught English, but who
tried to get the attention of we 4B Boys at Kyneton High School by advising
us, ‘I think we should be able to talk about sex in class’. We found that
statement to be most obnoxious because it was typical of those individuals
who had been imbued with the attitude that popularity as a teacher was
something virtuous when, in fact, it was an expression of behaviour termed
‘impertinent familiarity’. We did not wish to have a teacher interfere with
our dreams and imagination. It was much more of a delight for us to be
meeting girls at the back of the hockey field in the long grass at lunchtime
because it was forbidden. We did not want teachers to interfere in our
exploratory journey!
I know that Malcolm M fantasised in the back row of the classroom when
Mrs Murphy obscenely scratched her large bosom, or that word soon got
around among us boys about our art teacher. We all lined up to have Mrs
Nuttal help us with our drawings, standing next to her as she leant over our
paintings and we gazed into her open blouse and felt happy and calmed and
not in the slightest interested in being a nuisance in class.
Still, what we wanted from teachers was what I tried to do as a teacher at my
various schools. We wanted them to fuel our imagination with substance, as
had Kitty O’Shea, that aged Irish Catholic spinster with wrinkled face but
nightingale voice who succeeded in having us eat out of her hands when she
introduced the 3B Boys’ class to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and
Julius Caesar. That was inspirational! Then along came that bunch of
infantile no-hopers, the Marxists, feminists and other rabblerousers who
wished to project on us their failed dreams and engage us in their class and
sex warfare games.
Miss O’Shea gave us life, gave us our personal freedom, did not impose her
frustrations on us, though she did scoff once at those who suggested that we
could control the natural forces that brought us the weather. It would not
surprise me that today she would have opposed the liars and dissemblers
who propagate the climate change nonsense without spelling out the fact
that any possible world fund collecting money on behalf of such a global
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