From: REPUBBLICA.IT, February 9, 2011
And the struggle di classe si sposta tra i banchi
Per decenni le aule sono state il luogo di incontro e di avvicinamento tra ceti diversi. Oggi le cose sono cambiate radicalmente: sotto il velo della "meritocrazia" il nostro Paese è tornato ad essere classista in modo feroce
di MARCO LODOLI
Per alcuni decenni la scuola è servita anche ad avvicinare le classi sociali: nelle aule convergevano interessi e aspettative, si respirava la stessa cultura, si creavano possibilità per tutti (...). La conoscenza era garanzia di crescita intellettuale, e anche sociale ed economica. Chi studiava si sarebbe affermato, o quantomeno avrebbe fatto un passo in avanti rispetto ai padri. Tante volte abbiamo sentito quelle storie un po' rhetorical but real: the father tram driver who was crying and laughing on the day of graduation in medicine of his son, the mother who had worked so hard to bring up four children, who are now all dottori.Oggi things have changed radically.
Per decenni le aule sono state il luogo di incontro e di avvicinamento tra ceti diversi. Oggi le cose sono cambiate radicalmente: sotto il velo della "meritocrazia" il nostro Paese è tornato ad essere classista in modo feroce
di MARCO LODOLI
Per alcuni decenni la scuola è servita anche ad avvicinare le classi sociali: nelle aule convergevano interessi e aspettative, si respirava la stessa cultura, si creavano possibilità per tutti (...). La conoscenza era garanzia di crescita intellettuale, e anche sociale ed economica. Chi studiava si sarebbe affermato, o quantomeno avrebbe fatto un passo in avanti rispetto ai padri. Tante volte abbiamo sentito quelle storie un po' rhetorical but real: the father tram driver who was crying and laughing on the day of graduation in medicine of his son, the mother who had worked so hard to bring up four children, who are now all dottori.Oggi things have changed radically.
Those who travel in first class does not even allow that the train is hooked to the second or third: he wants to travel only with his peers, with the worthy, excellent, the winners. "I professed 'speech I'm gnawing on me. Meritocracy, meritocracy ... but what does this mean? And who does not deserve? And the rest of us to print out, we do not Famo the flat, we do not count for anything?" . This tells me and Antonia even look at me when he speaks, look out, verso i palazzoni di questo quartiere di periferia, verso quei prati dove ancora le pecore pascolano tra gli acquedotti romani e il cemento. Qui la divina provvidenza del merito non passa, non illumina, non salva quasi nessuno.Guardo la classe: Michela ha confessato che non può fare i disegni di moda perché a casa non ha un tavolo, nemmeno quello da pranzo. Mangia con la madre e la sorella seduta sul letto, con il vassoio sulle ginocchia, in una casa che è letteralmente un buco. (...)
Samantha invece trema perché stanno per buttarla fuori di casa, a lei e alla madre e ai due fratelli, lo sfratto ormai è esecutivo e i soldi per pagare l'affitto non ce li hanno, forse già stanotte li waiting for the car parked in a clearing near the house, may have to sleep there, and wash the fountain with the gypsies.
Poverty produces fear, aggression, ignorance, cynicism. Few have school books, it goes on to photocopying, although each teacher has received only one hundred and fifty pages for the whole year, "because the cuts are also being felt on the five euro, the school does not have a penny." In these schools in the suburbs of the tragedies that accumulates as wet wood does not burn and does not heat, but smoke and gases.
boys (...) A well marked, so distracted by life wrong, now I have to explain the hyperbole and metonymy, Sun King and Versailles, Foscolo and Neoclassicism. And they already know it is useless, the best seats have already been assigned, and even those not so good, and even those standing. They already have the powder in the blood of the world, the disenchantment.
(...) Maybe he's right this girl, her father was "an ugly evil", as would the good taste - "a cancer that gap, professed," she says - maybe it is true that we should not make a meritocracy additional sieve: gold pass and the stones are thrown away.
The rich have learned to fly the air that draws air from the Titanic, and have been busy the few lifeboats: foreign schools, masters, stage, total investment in the study. The elite no longer time nor desire to listen to the pains of the nation, the voices of the underworld, having understood the collapse of public education and schools has focused on luxury.
And so the school is no longer the place of confrontation, convergence, Appiani of the differences and collective growth. You are no longer together to educate themselves for a better future, to dream together. Who has the money in the future if they buy, or at least is prepared to "deserve". (...) Now our country is once again fiercely class and the poor throw him a bone and a feeling of De Filippi, you let them nell'abbrutimento and ignorance, while the rich open the beautiful streets going away: away from here, from questa nazione che inizia a puzzare come uno stagno d'acqua morta.
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Poverty produces fear, aggression, ignorance, cynicism. Few have school books, it goes on to photocopying, although each teacher has received only one hundred and fifty pages for the whole year, "because the cuts are also being felt on the five euro, the school does not have a penny." In these schools in the suburbs of the tragedies that accumulates as wet wood does not burn and does not heat, but smoke and gases.
boys (...) A well marked, so distracted by life wrong, now I have to explain the hyperbole and metonymy, Sun King and Versailles, Foscolo and Neoclassicism. And they already know it is useless, the best seats have already been assigned, and even those not so good, and even those standing. They already have the powder in the blood of the world, the disenchantment.
(...) Maybe he's right this girl, her father was "an ugly evil", as would the good taste - "a cancer that gap, professed," she says - maybe it is true that we should not make a meritocracy additional sieve: gold pass and the stones are thrown away.
The rich have learned to fly the air that draws air from the Titanic, and have been busy the few lifeboats: foreign schools, masters, stage, total investment in the study. The elite no longer time nor desire to listen to the pains of the nation, the voices of the underworld, having understood the collapse of public education and schools has focused on luxury.
And so the school is no longer the place of confrontation, convergence, Appiani of the differences and collective growth. You are no longer together to educate themselves for a better future, to dream together. Who has the money in the future if they buy, or at least is prepared to "deserve". (...) Now our country is once again fiercely class and the poor throw him a bone and a feeling of De Filippi, you let them nell'abbrutimento and ignorance, while the rich open the beautiful streets going away: away from here, from questa nazione che inizia a puzzare come uno stagno d'acqua morta.
m.
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