Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Photos

Two photos I took to prove that I'm in Shanghai now.







Argh, finding work in Shanghai is so flipping difficult. At least finding the job I want. Working in a university. Gawd, I'm still paying (or rather my dear mum) is paying for this kinda expensive hostel accommodation. The internet is often shite here too so it's touch and go whether I can upload or not. I couldn't even access my yahoo 2 afternoons ago when I flipping potential employer e-mailed me back. I couldn't reply until the next flipping morning. Frustrating. I'm so flippinged frustrated these days. Okay, I can tell you this, I AM FINISHED WITH BEIJING. I may not stay in Shanghai but I ain't going back to Beijing. 3 years there is enough.

Getting More Off My Chest.

I'm writing a follow up to my previous posts here:

http://worldpaulcarr.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!2AA66E340D37A86C!2662.entry

http://worldpaulcarr.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!2AA66E340D37A86C!2661.entry

Ah, those fuckers. I guess they're cackling and laughing with glee about how they rubbed me off.

I'm in Shanghai now. I intend to find a job here in a university. Damn feckin' difficult. Anyway, I arrived last July 21st, I think. I flew in on a plane and the next morning I, along with many others, tried to see the solar eclipse but we only say clouds. Still, it was a total solar eclipse and the sky went completely dark more or less for over 6 minutes. That was good to see. Anyway, usually when I post to my blog (and I'm sorry I wasn't posting much recently or indeed anything recently which I know is a scandal but I write in my CV/resume of all places that one of my hobbies is updating my bleedin' blog!!). .Anyway, where was I?, usually when I post to my blog, I like to write somethings constructive. I guess I have a few constructive things to say. I'm staying in a hostel near Jing An temple in Shanghai. I have my own private room but it's costing a fortune. Like 220 rmb a night!! That's like 23 euros. My dear beloved mum is paying and, well, I told her that I'll look for a job in a university as an English language teacher as soon as possible. [sighs]. Anyhow, on a positive note, I will say that I found a gym beside West Nanjing Street subway station which I go to. I took out a month's membership. I've been going for the last 5 days solid which is damn good because for the previous bleedin' 4 weeks I did no feckin' exercise whatsoever so I guess this is something where I may be acclimatizing to Shanghai at least. Funny thing is though. I discovered a gym just around the corner from my hostel (literally just around the corner) *after* I took out membership of the gym beside West Nanjing Street subway station. Well, damn. I also bought a bike. A reliable Giant bike. I had one of those in Beijing so I think it's a good bike. But, again, a few days ago, I discovered that there was a bleedin bike store again just around another corner (liberally) to my hostel. I had gone quite a distance to get mine. A tip. Shanghaiexpat.com is a great website for finding info. Use the forum there. Packed with information. Also, I believe they organize coffee meetings on Saturday and Sunday afternoons for expats. I really ought to go to those. I lived in Beijing for 3 years and I am determined that there aren't any nasty surprises in store now that I have this plan to stay in Shanghai at least for a year. Just got to get the feckin' job.

Any tips about getting a bleedin' job in Shanghai greatly appreciated.

I hate those recruiter guys and yet, again and fuckin' again, I gravitate towards them. You know, that brings me back to that message board I was barred from at the beginning of July. I wrote about that in two previous posts. I will give the Boss of that message board/pub credit. He had his head screwed on tight. Stay away from those feckin' recruiters he would say. Get a decent job. So go DIRECT to the university or wherever it is you want to find work. Why don't I just do that? Why do I have to loll under this funk?

But, anyway, I want to get mad at this boss guy of the message board I was kicked out of. He called me a schizoid paranoid and refused to give me a reason why he barred me and wrote that he wouldn't read my reply (so I didn't send him one). I was thinking to myself. Why not apologize to him? Apologize to him for what? For speaking my mind, IN A PRIVATE MAIL crossposted to the Admin. Good grief!!

Oh, and the Admin. He dismissed my accusation that a particular commenter on the forum was "flaming/trolling me". He replied dismissively that I didn't know what a flame/troll was. I guess he thought that I was just fucking new to the computer thing. Those fuckers in that pub. I guess they're having a good eternal laugh at my expense. I guess like any bad experience I got to live it down. Could take months and months or maybe even years and years. BASTARDS. Should I apologize? Okay, I wanted my status upgraded to the member plus option. You gotta understand that I was kinda new to the message board thingy. So, yeah, I could apologize and say something like , "Here, my friend", or "Here, dude". "I'm new to the message board thing. I may have been too pressing and impatient with you for which I am sorry. Ha. One: he may not read it since he's already told me that he's not going to read my stuff. Two: Why the fuck do I always have to apologize to every fuckin' person? Forget, Paul, and move on.

His board was actually kinda good. There was a private place to discuss contracts for example and the boss himself did give stellar advice about not gravitating to those ubiquitous recruiter guys and taking those fucking jobs.

[sighs] I guess I just have to accept my status of being an also-ran on this board. HeHe I wish that this will be the last fucking post on his message board. There are other message boards like the Shanghai expat one which I think is better because it's more open and, for example, more Chinese people can post and contribute. I'll delve into that one. I hate now all the sucking up I did to that Boss man. BASTARD. I wish I hadn't done that. He'd just turn around and fucking stab me in the back. BASTARD. That's life I guess. Well, I hope he enjoys his pub and he and his friends/drinking buddies/mates are happy in his establishment. [sighs].

Anything else to write? Anything else for a schizoid paranoid to write? Hmm... BASTARD!!! You know I do see a purpose of a blog to let off steam. BASTARD!!!. He sent me a post on the 28th of June, this Yankee, this Boss man, telling me that I should say thank you more on his fucking message board. He was told this by anonymous sources. I should have seen that as a clear enough signal to get the fuck out of his board. If he doesn't respect me enough to reveal whose those fuckers are, then he doesn't respect me at all. And, he says to me, oh, BASTARD, in his final dismissive insulting e-mail that this is why I had to waite before getting the member plus option so that he can figure out if I'm a suitable candidate. AS IF I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW THAT ALREADY. Wanker.

After his e-mail of the 28th of June, I should have sent a reply along these lines.

"Well, if you're not going to reveal your sources, then there's no point in posting any more to your message board.". Or better still!!, not reply at all!! Forget him. But, I always try to make extra work for myself. Why?!! I fuckin' don't know. A lack of self-confidence I suppose. A believe that I always have to prove myself again and again. You know the affliction of the unloved guy. He has to keep knocking at the door to love and acceptance otherwise he will be left by the way. You know, the philosophy that says that you gotta behave like a selfish fascist to survive, the survival of the fittest thing. God I behaved like a fucking confused pillock with him, giving him his cue to call me a "schizoid paranoid" a little later on. What did I do? I'll tell you again. I wrote an e-mail that took me 2 fucking hours to write to disprove his point that I wasn't saying thank you on the board and that I was "blowing off" some of the established members. WHAT FUCKIN' BULLSHIT. Why should I fight this bullshit? Clearly, he didn't want me on the board with his e-mail of June 28th. That was fuckin' obvious. I should have just took the hint. But, me, I have to put on the struggling guy hat. I'm a struggler. I'm an eternal fighter. I'm a...a... schizoid paranoid. I had to prove to him that I was worthy of his love and acceptance. Well, fuck that!! Stop that shit, Paul. You are on your own certainly in this world just like any other guy who strives to be successful and happy. Love yourself, stop expecting others to grant to you, by waving their magic wand, their love. Fuck that. [sighs].

This post I wanted to write last week. And last week I wanted to write it the week before that. And the week before that, I wanted to write it the week before that. Only now, I'm gettin' around to it. Damn. [sighs]. Why do I put up with this? Stop trying to prove yourself to others. You're great. God loves you. You are accepted. You are good. You don't have to prove yourself in fuckin' contest. It's not a fuckin' Hollywood movie. Stop dramatizing things. Relax and open your eyes and discover that you are, indeed, love and accepted!!

And these fuckers, The Admin and the Boss. Maybe, a day will come when I will thank them. But, not today. Ah, well, that's life. Life is also about knocks as well as breakthroughs. Ultimately maybe even the knocks outweigh the breakthroughs because ultimately we will die. But, by jove, we'll go down fuckin' fighting. And this boss guy and the admin, laugh on. I'll bear my teeth and bear it. .

Now, that I hope I got this fucking funk out of my way, I can fucking well write about other things on my blog.!!

I hope.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Cool Teapot

Here's the cool teapot I saw near Wangfujing street. It looks like it's floating. The water flows down around the support. Quite a nifty illusion.

Update

Just an update on my previous post. With the wisdom of hindsight, I realize that I was relying too much on this forum. For example, I would reply to a potential Employer to inform him that I would have to "consult with colleagues" namely the forum I was a member of (before being expelled from it at the beginning of July). Really, I should learn to trust my instincts a lot more (if not exclusively so) when looking for a job.

Also, I regret now being too nice to The Guy (the founder of the Forum) and his Forum. I was doing a lot of "lick ass" (too bleedin' much!), writing things like "This is the best Forum in the world!" Damn it, I wish I hadn't said that, in view of the Guy subsequently banning me and calling me a "paranoid schizoid". (^)And, he thinks I have issues!!.

Also, I have no intention of rushing into a bad questionable job. I will take my time, if need be. I will hold my nerve. I hope to find a suitable job which will probably be teaching English AGAIN. Thinking .(^^)

What else to write? What else within the recesses of my brain needs to be dug up and written down here in electronic form as if these typed words would somehow liberate me from some burden of thought or resentful emotion that can otherwise waylay me and cause me to exercise one bad judgment after another leading to certain oblivion and further ridicule before being forgotten for eternity? Open-mouthed I tried to be sincere on that forum when I was there. Maybe, I tried too bleedin' hard. (^^^)

Oh, one thing I forgot to write. I must admit I thought the Guy would have been impressed with my hard work posting on his forum and could possibly have promoted me to the membership plus option within his board, especially after I posted the whole series of e-mails that were sent between the FAO of a university I considered taking a job at and I. Not so. Open-mouthed He sent me his expulsion "notice". But, he wouldn't give me his reasons why he was expelling me. Man, sometimes, I DO get it wrong about people. Aw well, I'm only human.

Let it go, Paul. Look ahead. Forget about these guys and move on to greater and better things. Don't let it get to you!

Paul Carr

(^) Gawd, I wish I hadn't been insincere like that. Open-mouthed
(^^) I prefer to teach in a university in China.
(^^^) Was that it? I tried too bleedin' hard?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

My recent expulsion from an online Forum.

It happened over a week ago. I decided not to write about it sooner because I wanted to think about what the f**k happened and what I could have done to prevent it if anything. I'm certainly not going to identify the online forum in question, except to say it's a Chinese topic based forum. However, I suppose for the diligent reader who is willing to do some investigation into the matter, he/she may be able to figure out the place I'm writing about from the occasional clue I will lay down in this post. I'll refer to the head of this online forum as The Guy. I'll refer to the Forum as, you guessed it, The Forum.

Anyway, as I've written, I'm trying to figure out how this happened. I behaved naughtily? Okay, I joined this forum around June 4th or so (maybe June 1st not sure). My z visa/residence permit was due to expire on the 30th of June and so I needed some help from China experts on how I could get a job and/or extend my stay in China somehow. In the end, I took a trip to Hong Kong and got an L visa there. A 3 month L visa. I have to thank this forum for their help. Indeed, I thanked them enough when I was still a member.

I just don't know what I did wrong!!! Okay, I complained to the Guy about a poster who I felt was baiting me. I'll refer to this poster henceforth as The Poster. I cross-posted my series of complaint letters to the admin (I'll refer to him henceforth as The Admin), who was, after all, in charge of editing or deleting offensive posts and what not.. I thought the Guy would be cool with that. I complained in these *private* messages that there was a poster who I felt was baiting me. Okay, I did just vivid language describing this particular poster as a Rottweiler and the Guy as having trained him well.. But, again, it was private so what's the big deal? (^)

I felt I was responsible. I didn't engage in any childish behaviour on the forum itself, the public virtual forum in front of other guys. I have a criticism, I had some beef so, naturally, I sent some *private* messages to the admin and to the founder of the forum in question, the guy. Yet, despite this, despite doing the right thing, the responsible thing, as far as I'm concerned, the guy finally sends me an e-mail to write, among other things, that I needed psychiatric treatment (as I recall - I deleted all his stuff almost immediately afterwards). In addition, when I tried to log onto his forum, last I checked and presumably continuing so, I am greeted with the following message,

"Sorry Paul Carr, you are banned from using this forum!I've tried to find the nicest way I can think of to put this; "Schizoid Paranoia" is the best I've come up with so far. "

So, apparently, "Schizoid Paranoia" is the nicest he's come up with. What's the worst case scenario then? Murderer? Sociopath? Psychopath? I dunno. Yeah, he was damn horrible also in his final e-mail, I recall, regurgitating what he wrote above. Also, he wrote that I would be wasting my time writing back because he wouldn't read it. (^^)

I can't even visit his forum as a guest, I think, because my IP address has been logged (put on the naughty list) so I get the same message as above except "Guest" is written in instead of "Paul Carr". I can get around this by cloaking the IP address. Once inside, I noticed that the number of my posts remain the same. 155 posts, last I checked. It was 155 posts the last time I logged off as a member. But, my membership status has changed from "Member" to "&&&&&&&". Okay, I'm sorry I'm not going to reveal the imaginative descriptive word he used here, except to say it has 7 letters. I looked up this word in dictionary.com and urbandictionary.com and I can't find it anywhere. I find a simliar verb though in urbandictionary.com which has the definition of "To copy something with blatant disregard or to plagiarize a video game" and then there is a similar word adjective which has the definition of "to be in a state of *****". Here, I think meaning in a state of indecision. Sorry, I don't want to give the word away.

I don't think I've been copying anyone.

I think I know why he is using the words "Schizoid Paranoia" to describe me. Presumably, the Paranoia part is a reference to the fact I complained *in bleedin' private* about a particular poster on the public forum. Isn't that one reason what bleedin' private messages are for?!! So, I'm paranoid because I complained about a particular poster who I felt was baiting me and trying to annoy me. So, I'm paranoid for writing about this in private to The Guy and also simultaneously to the Admin, who is, after all, in charge of editting the posts and deleting any unbecoming posts. What's bleedin' wrong with that?!! I was helping them to do their jobs. If, for example, the Admin determined that a post I brought to his attention was, indeed, provocative, was inciteful, was a troll, or calculated to cause a flame war, then he could remove it. As it happened, neither he nor the Guy agreed with me at all at all that The Poster was laying down a troll or was trying to start a flame war. Indeed, they asserted that, the total greenstick that I was, that I didn't understand what a troll or a flame war was.

As for the Schizoid part. I got this definition of schizoid from dictionary.com .

1. Psychology. of or pertaining to a personality disorder marked by dissociation, passivity, withdrawal, inability to form warm social relationships, and indifference to praise or criticism.
2. Informal. of or pertaining to schizophrenia or to multiple personality.

Okay, let's get this straight. Because, I complain *in private* and not on the bleedin' public forum, that means I'm schizoid? Because, I behave myself civilly on the public forum but in private I express some unhappiness and displeasure then that makes me schizoid, then that means I have a split personality of some sort? Dear, The Guy, what are you on?! Presumably, if I had confronted the Poster (^^^) on the forum, had I picked a fight with him on the public forum, I would also have been expelled but presumably, I wouldn't be called "schizoid paranoid" but instead something else like "Mad-Dog". So, the Guy thinks, because I acted responsibly, even if he or the Admin don't happen to agree with my complaint or even if they don't happen to agree that I have grounds for complaint, then that makes me a "Schizoid Paranoid". [sighs].

You know, I'm shocked at how this guy had turned around to bite me. He was nice to me previously. Just a few days previously, he thanked me for my contributions to the forum. Only 2 weeks previously, he described me as a "stout yeoman" who had his head firmly screwed on even if he knew jack-shit about China. And from there, it was all the way downhill to bleedin' "Schizoid Paranoid" and only that because The Guy was in a good mood. What a Fall!!

So, you see, folks, how confused I am!! What happened!! Why my sudden so sudden precipitous fall from grace?

Actually, there were warning signs and I can see that now in hindsight. So, I can't say that I am completely surprised by what happened. I'm wholly shocked yes but not completely surprised. You see, I think it was June 28th, he e-mailed me and told me, first of all, that my contributions were welcome and would be useful for other users of his forum and then he went on to write about *anonymous sources* who were unhappy that I was blowing them off. He also suggested I needed to say "thank you" more. At the time, I was exasperated by this. I honestly thought I was bleedin' saying "thank you" until Kingdom Come. And I was!. The Guy apparently felt I still wasn't sayin' "Thank you" enough for his liking. But, with the wisdom of hindsight, the real participation killer on his forum was the fact that he was keeping his sources anonymous from me. Now, with the wisdom of hindsight, I should have realized there and then that THIS was the time to bail out from his forum for good and all.

Okay, at this stage, I could have written back and wrote something like "Thanks for your feedback, [his name edited out]. " Maybe, even throw in a completely sycophantic line like "I'll endeavour to do what you say in future". But, that's not me!! I don't lick ass!! For anyone!!. The real killer as I've written was the fact that he wouldn't reveal who was telling him that I was blowing them off (I think he meant here that I was ignoring their responses). In that case, why should I trust him since he plainly doesn't trust me? I could have written back to ask him, "What's to stop me from thinking that you're just pulling that one out of your arse,[his name edited out]?". I don't think I did that either.

[sighs]. At the time, I was just pissed that I mistakenly thought that my replies to him were being BCCed, without my knowledge, to his unnamed mates by virtue of the fact that I was just a member with limited privileges on his forum.. They weren't. I thought they were at the time. My Bad, but really there was something else in that e-mail he sent me on June 28th which should have sent me sufficient alarm bells that is that he was keeping the source(s) of the complaints anonymous. This was an expression of a lack of trust in me.

Bleeding unbelievable!! The admin guy got back to me at one stage to write, "Get over yourself" when I complained about a particular post sent by a particular poster on the public forum. Un fuckin' believable!!

Anyway, what I'm sayin' is that after June 28th, I was put on notice to behave myself, according to what the Guy prescribed as acceptable behaviour for me. [sighs]. In hindsight, yeah, I should have just stopped posting to his forum but I didn't. I continued to post to his forum and I think I posted responsibly. I posted, out of a sense of public service, regarding, for example, a job contract negotiation I was conducting with a particular university in Beijing. It was then during that thread, that a particular poster posted 2 posts which I regarded as very unfriendly, one of them inflammatory in my opinion. On the basis of that, I complained to The Guy and the Admin. And the Admin guy replied to tell me to get over myself!! Oh dear, I made a mistake to complain about this guy/the Poster?!! He wrote some stupid things. I thought I'd point these out to the Admin and the Guy. Unbelievable!!

Anyway, as written, I've now been barred as a result of my private messages to the Admin and the Guy and also because of the posts I made to the public forum. In my final posts, I reproduced the whole series of e-mails I exchanged with the FAO of the university I was thinking of taking a job at. They were quite lengthy altogether and I didn't think the Guy would mind. I felt, in terms of illumination of the job application process in Chinese universities, I thought it would be useful for other members of the forum to read. Anyway, as written, last I checked, I still had 155 posts but possibly my most recent posts in the Job contract section (which I can't view now because I'm no longer a member since I'm now barred) have been gutted out, content deleted or editted out in some way. [sighs]. Again, I have no idea why.

Oh, yeah, that reminds me of another thing the Guy wrote in his final e-mail. He wrote that he had his reasons for expelling me and barring me from his forum but he had decided not to tell me what they were. Ah, ........... I'm tempted to write something there. And, of course, he also wrote that I was wasting my time replying. So much for a right of reply. I guess he was anxious to burn down the bridge so that, should he have a change of heart about me later on, there would be nothing he can do as he's already burnt down the bridge to reconciliation or even just an apology. Yeah, kinda unnecessary actually to send me a bleedin' email, he could have just barred me anyway and typed out his little "greeting message"(as reproduced above) should I try to log in again but, I guess, he wanted to fire something off to let me know his feelings about me. (^^^^)

Yeah, a little childish, yeah, I think he is. I guess he wants a certain degree of control on his forum. He calculated that I was too much of a loose cannon so he cut me loose. To be sure, I've not even been in China for 3 years yet (I first arrived in China on July 21st 2006, I think) , so I guess my knowledge of all things Chinese isn't as keen as others. Ah, Paul, just dust yourself off and get up and continue. Take it in your stride. They found you not good enough!! Ah well, Paul, don't let that get to you!! They're snobs, they don't know what they're missin'. Ah, just a few days before finally being barred, I read about this young 26 year old lady in the introduction section. She has been in China for 6 years, speaks fluent Chinese and her husband speaks no English. I guess she's fine. She's the sort of member that The Guy wants!!. Oh, I forgot to mention that in this forum there are different grades of membership. Similar to other forums like Shanghaiexpat and others I suppose. You have membership status and above that there is a membership plus status too. Not telling you what it's called as I'm then giving away too easily the identity of this forum. I'll just say that this 26 year old Western lady (US?) probably will be promoted to the membership plus option very quickly! Indeed, she already got her first star very quickly as far as I can tell. Ah, Paul, don't let this get to you. They're superior! But, you can improve!!

And, the Guy!! A prick!! A pillock!! A...... Ah, what's the point... Let it go, you hear!!. What else to write about it? Oh, this word, &&&&&&&, I mentioned before, my new status. I've discovered I'm not the only one. There's a lady who is also a &&&&&&& so presumably is also barred. Yeah, The Guy told/wrote me, when we were still on speaking/writing terms, that he didn't like her!! I checked her post count. Like 3200 posts!! or is it 2300 posts. Anyway, a lot!! Okay, so it took The Guy 3200 posts from this girl on his forum to finally figure out that he didn't like her!! Me, it only took the Guy 155 posts. I should count myself lucky!!

I suppose I should say in the Guy's defense, he has a forum. I think he set it up about 2 and a half years ago. Possibly, at the beginning, it was a lot busier and because it was busier there were a lot of flame wars and angry exchanges that detracted from the purpose of the forum which was to illuminate and inform on all matters to do with China. So, the Guy probably has been clamping down assiduously on that sort of behaviour since or even the threat or hint of that sort of behaviour since. And, me, I was just next in line for the chop. For others, it may not have been "schizoid paranoid" but perhaps another choice insult like "mad dog" or something else. He wants a bit of control in the discussion in order to ensure good quality posting but can't one go over the top with this?

I also take note that, as far as I recall, he's the only bleedin' guy there actively posting there who uses both his first and his last name. As if he, Master and Commander, is supposed to have that privilege and no other. And, here's another reason why I may have stepped on his toes. I too was posting under my own first name and final name. I've been thinking this is another possible reason I was barred, because I was behaving too much like The Guy. In other words, as you can see in the Contract section, I wasn't taking any sh*t from an Employer I was dealing with at the time. The Guy enjoys writing the same sort of stuff himself about Employers in general in China. So, I was just behaving like The Guy. The Guy doesn't like that. He doesn't like a Mirror Image, apparently. There is only One Guy. Well, it's His Forum. He can do what he likes.

So, going back to that e-mail of June 28th, yeah, I could have been sycophantic, I could have said, "Oh, sorry, mate, I'll do as you suggest in the future", then he would realize that I'm just another shrinking violet he can bully and boss around and I could stay and even be promoted to the membership plus status but I decided after receipt of that e-mail that, no way jose, I wasn't going to stand for that!! Au Contraire, I was going to behave just like The Guy. And, for The Guy, that was one big big problem. After that, it was just a question of when not if I was going to be barred. And, remember, he kept his sources "anonymous" in his e-mail of June 28th. What's to stop me thinking naturally that he pulled his anonymous sources out of his arse? HeHe. [sighs]. Yeah, I wrote quite truthfully at the time that what he wrote was shocking. I initially misplaced my outrage on the point that I mistakenly thought he had caused me to unwittingly BCC my messages on the internal forum board system back not only to him but to his mates as well because I only had membership status. In fact, the disappointment and outrage should have stemmed from the fact that he kept his sources anonymous. Yawn!!

(^) It was a hard-hitting complaint, sure!! It was cruel perhaps!! That's why it was bleedin' private!! I behaved responsibly!

(^^) Talk about a guy burning down his bridges!!

(^^^) Incidentally, the Poster is well-established on the forum with over 4000 posts now. I, by contrast, was just a newbie, more or less. Just to be clear, the Poster is a different guy to either the Admin or the Guy. 3 separate people.

(^^^^) I have to conclude that the Guy was flipping angry with me!! Again why?!! My messages were PRIVATE!! I just cross-posted to the Admin. I thought he'd be cool with that. I thought that he would have brought the Admin guy into his confidence.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Letters About My Past - Letter 4

Newsgroup: SCI

Name of thread: The Irish Christian Brothels revisited.

LETTER 4

http://groups.google.com/group/soc.culture.irish/msg/93421b273d61fd6e

http://tinyurl.com/ngoyzk

June 3rd 2009, 4:39pm

Thank you for your support, "Mothed Out".

I read a very good essay by Noam Chomsky.

Here:

http://www.chomsky.info/articles/20090521.htm

He writes,

"As long as such "exceptionalist" theses remain firmly implanted, the
occasional revelations of the "abuse of history" can backfire, serving to
efface terrible crimes. The My Lai massacre was a mere footnote to the
vastly greater atrocities of the post-Tet pacification programs, ignored
while indignation focused on this single crime. Watergate was doubtless
criminal, but the furor over it displaced incomparably worse crimes at home
and abroad -- the FBI-organized assassination of black organizer Fred
Hampton as part of the infamous COINTELPRO repression, or the bombing of
Cambodia, to mention two egregious examples. Torture is hideous enough; the
invasion of Iraq is a far worse crime. Quite commonly, selective atrocities
have this function. "

When the MyLai massacre became public knowledge in the USA at the end of
1969, when the photos surfaced of innocent men, women and children who were
killed or were about to be killed by US troops,

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Womanandchildren.jpg

there was understandable outrage amongst the US public.

Yet, despite this outrage, other atrocities were being undertaken at the
same time such as the US bombing of Cambodia.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Menu

which killed anywhere between 100,000 and 600,000 people and doubtless
paved the way for the rise of Pol Pot a little later on. Cambodians are
human beings too but where was the outrage? And the murder of Civil Rights
Activist and US Citizen, Fred Hampton, with the involvement of the FBI.
Where was the outrage for that?

We have the expression in English, "You can't see the forest for the trees".
Let's turn back to Ireland.

What happened in the Industrial schools in Ireland was outdoubtedly horrid.
But what happened there was a symptom of an underlying problem that is still
not being discussed in Ireland, as far as I can tell, namely the phenomenum
of endemic violence in Irish society, not just sexual and physical abuse of
children by priests in Industrial Schools and elsewhere, but violence in
many many homes in Ireland without the direct involvement of bishops or
priests. There is still endemic violence, I believe, in many families in
Ireland. Domestic violence, as far as I can tell, is still kinda a taboo
topic of discussion in Irish public and political discourse. Of course, it's
taboo. If it weren't, Ireland wouldn't be such a damn conservative country.
Domestic violence is another symptom of the underlying problem of endemic
violence in irish society. But, we focus in our public and political
discourse in Ireland chiefly on one symptom, sexual and physical abuse of
children by priests and other "religious people" in Industrial Schools and
elsewhere but we ignore other symptoms and, crucially, we ignore the cause.

We contemplate the tree of violence inflicted by priests on helpless
children in industrial schools, expressing justifiable outrage over that,
but we ignore the wide forest of endemic violence, including domestic
violence amongst "the laity", in our society.

I think one or two of you on this newsgroup have already stated that the
victims of sexual and physical abuse in Industrial schools have received the
short end of the stick. This is not surprising in a society where the
discussion is limited to one symptom, ignoring other symptoms and,
crucially, ignoring the cause.

And, it was the same with the Mylai massacre. When, the news broke in 1969,
there was public outrage. But, discussion was limited to that particular
horrid event. There was no discussion on the possibility of other and
bigger MyLais in other parts of Vietnam. There was no discussion on the US
terror bombing of Cambodian civilians which was kept "covert". There was no
discussion on government agents assassinating one of its own citizens.
There was no discussion on the fundamental nature of the US Empire or,
indeed, on the nature of any Empire. And, what happened with Mylai? Was
justice served?

From: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Lai_Massacre

"While 26 US soldiers were initially charged with criminal offenses for
their actions at My Lai, only William Calley was convicted. He served three
years of his life sentence." A day after his sentence he was ordered
transferred by President Nixon from prison to house arrest.

Certainly, if I knew about helplines back when I was 12 or 13 years old when
the bullying against me at my school had started, I could very well have
picked up the phone and called someone. But, St. Catherine's Vocational
School, as bad as it was, was no Industrial School. It wasn't that bad. It
was a mixed school, boys and girls studying together, which, I think blunted
the barbarism of the teachers against the students and also undermined
inter-student violence. My self-confidence collapsed in my first year at
St. Catherine's Vocational School and, certainly, a big reason was because
I was being bullied by new students who had been bussed in at the start of
my first year from places like Fintra and Bruckless. But, I think it would
have taken a little bit more than just some bullying, as bad as it was, by
students to trigger a complete collapse in my self-confidence around this
time. Fact is, there was also domestic strife in my home. My father was
unemployed (one reason being he had had a medical operation a few years
previously and was recovering from it) and my mother was forced around this
time to return to the workforce as a nurse. She was a nurse in Altnagelvin
hospital in Derry in the late 1960s before she met my Dad. There was
domestic strife. A taboo issue of public discussion even today in Irish
society I think. My mother and father engaged in blazing quarrels around
this time, 1985 and 1986. My mother wanted my Dad to get a job. But, in
fairness to my dad, times were tough and it was difficult for him to find a
job. He was one of those eminently overqualified guys. So my psychological
wall of defense against the bullies was being undermined at home as well.
The bullies breached the wall during my first year in 1986/87 and continued
to mind fuck me right up to my liberation from secondary school in 1991.
Yes, I remember the genuine emotional tears I shed, even in school in front
of other students and teachers, in 1986/87 as I began my descent into my
psychological prison. I was still human then and could still be saved.
Those tears I shed turned out to be tears of goodbye to my humanity. And,
yes, maybe then, I could have rang a helpline if I knew of one. I was
desperate for a solution. But, a little later on, say 1988/89, it was too
late. I don't think I could shed any heartfelt genuine tears about anything
by 1989. By then, I wouldn't have been motivated to ring a helpline even if
one was available I was apathetic, a zombie, indifferent to many
circumstances around me and psychologically walled in by impotent anger.

And, finally, let us not forget.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Womanandchildren.jpg

Paul Carr

Letters About My Past - Letter 3

Newsgroup: SCI

Name of thread: The Irish Christian Brothels revisited.

LETTER 3

http://groups.google.com/group/soc.culture.irish/msg/91fb8a82b6d45477

http://tinyurl.com/lscgz7

June 2nd, 2009 - 4:45pm

Alright. I wrote before that if there were 5 votes on SCI, I would name
these misbehaving teachers. I've now decided to change the rules. One vote
will do.

Anyway, the school I went to between 1986 and 1991 was St. Catherine's
Vocational School.

I found this website here for the school.

http://homepage.eircom.net/~stcatherinesvs/

It doesn't appear to have been updated since 2000 however.

Man, I wore the exact same uniform.

http://homepage.eircom.net/~stcatherinesvs/Images/DeclanMcFaddensmall.jpg

The Principal of the school was a man called Joe Ward. He was appointed
Principal in 1974. And, he was the Principal when I went to the school.

Anyway, I found this website where the teachers of the school are evaluated
by the students and also perhaps by past-students.

Here is a list of teachers in St. Catherine's Vocational School. It's not
clear whether these are all present teachers or if some of them are retired
now.

http://ie.ratemyteachers.com/schools/ireland/killybegs/st_catherine%2527s_vocational_school

Anyway, 4 names sprung out.

One was the science teacher I told you about. He ear-wigged me one time.
His name is John Joe O'Shea.

Here are his ratings by the students.

http://ie.ratemyteachers.com/schools/ireland/killybegs/st_catherine%2527s_vocational_school/john_joseph__o%2527_shea

A mixed bag, as you can see. 2.4 overall quality. 5 is max and 1 is minimum
score.

I select some of the reviews.

"he does not have a clue.lovely man but cant teach biology atall.keeps me
smiling through the class but you need more than that to get a good grade in
the leavin "
"This man would turn albert einstein off science! he makes it all sound so
boring when science should be the most interesting and hands on subject to
do! "
"Did this man speak english. told us all we would fail, didnt. never tried
to teach only into sports not science."
"The guy who thought the green house effect would cure the hole in the ozone
layer, has no crowd control, surprised any passed biology. "

Yup, that was John Joe O'Shea, the Gaelgeoir from Kerry. Big into the GAA
but when it came to teaching science and biology he was found wanting.

Lets move onto Joe Ward now, the Principal.

http://ie.ratemyteachers.com/schools/ireland/killybegs/st_catherine%2527s_vocational_school/joe__ward

It appears the guy is still the Principal, at least up to 2007 anyway. Here
there are no surprises. Very poor reviews. His overall rating is 1.6. One
of the lowest ratings of all the teachers.

I select some of the reviews.

"Somewhat of a gormless, Montgomery Burns type figureMr. Ward does not mix
much with his subjects (students), this guy is too uncool for school!"
"Cold, unapproachable, has an obvious distaste for his students. The mind
boggles at why he is a teacher at all. Very grey. Almost John Major like. "
"terrible principle.hasnt a clue.really unhelpfull and horrible to talk
to.he hates students so dont know why hes in the job hes in.puts u in a bad
mood."
"he is terrible and should be fired. doesnt have a clue whats goin on.
gettin paid to do nothing. "
"No fun, no credibility, no character, nothing of note except the height and
the attitute"

I'll get onto him in a moment but first I want to get that damn geography
teacher out of the way.

His name is Frank McGee.

His page is here:

http://ie.ratemyteachers.com/schools/ireland/killybegs/st_catherine%2527s_vocational_school/frank__mc_ghee

And what really surprised me is that he had amongst the best reviews of all
the teachers. His overall rating is 4.7.

This was the guy who arbitrarily ear-wigged me one day because I had the
misfortune to be waiting for my next class outside his classroom and I
spotted him, (through no fault of my own) through the window of the door
ear-wigging other students or maybe shouting at students inside his
classroom. Ah, time wears down memories. But, anyway.

Here are a selection of his reviews.

"Professional at his job. Honest and fair. a great man. should have been
principle!! Never to be forgotten...... always has time for his past
students..... "
"Should be the principal. Can be scary but is fair. Helps those who need it
but wont take any dossin. Good and sound!"
"Excellent teacher, he made goegraphy really interesting and was excellent.
Also lovely man helped me through a really tough time.Thanks!"
"Great guy, was a laugh, and knew how to keep order, the red face thing is
true and you could hear if someone had got into trouble with him from a mile
away."
"great geog teacher and great v.principal, unlike his counterpart. run if
his face goes red, or at least cover your ears "
"Fantastic. Very fair understands students needs. Should have been made
principle years ago, it would be a much better school if he was in charge.
"
"Firm but fair best describes him.Great geography teacher would make an
excellent principal and knows a bit about the GAA! "
"Strict but fair. No B.S. Was always very helpful and showed a genuine
interest in his pupils. Legend "

Some faint references are made to his temper. But, on the whole, the
reviews are glorious.

I also want to summarize Gerry Rodgers. He was my history teacher as I
recall back in the late 80s and early 90s. He's a Gaelgeoir. And, as
already written, I really liked him. And, that is also reflected in his
ratings. His overall rating is 4.2.

http://ie.ratemyteachers.com/schools/ireland/killybegs/st_catherine%2527s_vocational_school/gerry__rodgers

Here are a selection of his reviews.
"brilliant teacher, would not be in college only for him. has a great
influence and well respected. made history enjoyable, and knows a thing or
two about soccer"
"very good teacher, makes you realise you need to think for yourself rather
than just learn it all and not understand it. You felt like he cared how you
got on."
"love gerry.excellent history teacher.dedicated to what he does and this
pays off on us students.tries to make it as easy as he can and cares so much
about us. "
"Really good history teacher. Knew his subject well. Cared about his
students. Played football with him in the mid '80. Bit of a Sami Hyppia
about him. "
"Class. Best teacher in the place. Made it all so easy and he even took time
to humour the messers.Most interesting and funniest classes ever"

I find it interesting the use of the word "care". That was Gerry Rodgers.
A fine human being. Great teacher. He cared about his students.

Whoo!! I'm glad I got all that tedium out of the way. :-D. Anyway, where
was I?

Okay, maybe, Frank McGee has reformed since the time I was "taught" by him.
I should be generous and open-minded. Maybe, he has indeed learned that
ear-wigging is entirely unacceptable and uncivilized behaviour. Maybe. I
recall visiting this ratemyteachers website around 2001 and there were a
number of critical remarks made about Frank McGee. I recall the statement
made then about Frank McGee "teaching" in his geography class that there
were no blue eyed people in Italy for example. Apparently, there are no
reviews before 2005 on this present website which is a mystery. I mean I
recall visiting this website in 2001 and reading reviews then of these same
teachers.. Interesting how if some reviewer doesn't comment, he/she often
just gives Frank McGee a brace of 5s (top marks) and interesting how the
opposite holds true for Joe Ward. If someone doesn't comment on him, he/she
often just gives Joe Ward a brace of 1s (bottom marks).

However, I think there may be another reason why Frank McGee gets such a
high rating. You gotta understand the psychology of Donegal. The Republic
of Ireland is to Western Europe what West Virginia or the Ozarks are to the
USA. It's conservative. And, Donegal is to the Republic of Ireland what
the Republic of Ireland is to Western Europe. Donegal is a conservative
bastion within a conservative country. Historically, in Dublin, if you're
unhappy with the established political parties of Fine Gael or Fianna Fail,
often you give your votes to socialist parties or social democratic parties
or the Greens or some progressive independents with sometimes socialistic
tendencies. Historically, in Limerick, if you're unhappy with the
established political parties of Fine Gael or Fianna Fail, you give your
vote to the PDs. In Donegal..... In Donegal, historically, if you're
unhappy with the established political parties of Fine Gael and Fianna Fail,
you give your vote to... wait for it... [drums rolling] Independent Fianna
Fail!! You know, I just don't get it. Donegal, I think, along with
Leitrim, are the poorest counties in the country. Their per capita GDP are,
I think, the lowest in the country. One would think that the people there
would vote for candidates who would favour more investment in the people and
resources there, perhaps higher taxes at a national level to pay for it.
Okay, yes, a little bit of socialism. But, no. We just vote for more
hard-liner Nationalists instead. And, in referenda, we vote more
emphatically against divorce, against a woman's right to choose and against
the Nice and Lisbon treaties, more emphatically than any other area of the
country with some room to spare. I also think more of us, by a margin, stay
home and don't bother to vote compared to the rest of the country. Apathy
has always been a friend of conservatism, in Ireland, as anywhere else. I
mean, honestly, what was the difference between Independent Fianna Fail and
Fianna Fail? Was the schlong of an Independent Fianna Failer a few inches
longer? Did the schlong of an Independent Fianna Failer extend down to the
knee for example? Did an Independent Fianna Failer drink 6 pints of
Guinness a day on average whereas the average Fianna Failer could only
manage 4? Well, that was Donegal North-East, a barren land. But, Donegal
South-West was little better. Remember Thomas Gildea?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Gildea

He got elected a TD for Donegal South-West. He campaigned on a single issue
of legalizing "deflectors". But, when it came to other issues, it turned
out he couldn't rub two brain cells together. In Dail Eireann, I think he
had the worst speaking record of any TD between 1997 and 2002. Thankfully,
he didn't run again.

Someone here on SCI a few days ago posted a link for the film "1984"
presented in 11 parts on youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7Kznmrc3o4&feature=PlayList&p=E4948E22B36574CA&index=0
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_Eighty-Four_(film)

Great movie based on a great novel by George Orwell.. John Hurt (great
actor) played Winston Smith. Richard Burton (his last film role and a great
actor) played O'Brien. Winston, a member of the outer party, is caught by
the authorities engaging in the crime of lust and sex and so he is tortured
and brainwashed of any remaining dissent by O'Brien, a member of the inner
party. And, even while O'Brien tortures him in the "Ministry of Love" and
drills into him that 2+2 is indeed 5 (or 3 or some other number), Winston
Smith tells O'Brien, "I love you.". O'Brien teaches Winston through torture
and dehumanization and humiliation that he must not only obey Big Brother
but he must also love him. In the totalitarian state presented in 1984, the
meanings of words are turned on their head. The Ministry of Love is
responsible for torture. The Ministry of Truth is responsible for spreading
lies and propaganda. The Ministy of Plenty is in charge of issuing ration
books. The Ministry of Peace deals with war. Let's take another look at
Donegal. The county is so conservative, so "out-there", so spiritually
hopeless, that the people there have to resort to turning things on their
head and imagine that up is indeed down and down is up. A conservative
becomes a Liberal in the fantasyworld of a Donegal man or woman.. The more
conservative he is the more liberal he appears in the mind's eye. Returning
back to Frank McGee. It's possible he hasn't reformed but the students of
that school have decided to transform his bad quality, namely wanton,
unprovoked, unjustified and unjustifiable violence against helpless
students, into a good quality - "scary but fair", "can keep order", "strict
but fair" and so on. By the way, I don't recall him ever ear-wigging older
4th or 5th year students or girls which, to my mind, makes his behaviour all
the more cowardly.

But, I want to move on now to Joe Ward. Frank McGee, as I recall, was kinda
the vice-Principal back during the time I was at that school from 1986 to
1991. Joe Ward was the Principal and apparently he may still be the
Principal!! Man, how things never change!!. To my mind, the success or
failure of a school rests to a large extent on the Principal, on the
decisions he/she makes. After all, the Principal doesn't, as a rule, teach
the students directly. He/she has office work to do. His time is freed up
to improve the teaching environment of the school, to set realistic
objectives for the school. Now, Joe Ward didn't ear-wig me. That was Frank
McGee and John Joe O'Shea, the Gaelgeoirs. But, Joe Ward was remote and
distant and I think you can also pick that up in the reviews that you read
above. A Montgomery Burns type figure. Yup, that's Joe Ward. Maybe, not
that extreme but getting there. HeHe.

Okay, now it's time for me to vent some spleen. As already written, during
my time in that school from 1986 to 1991, I was bullied by my fellow
students. I can give you some of the first names of these bullies. Enda,
Geoffrey, Trevor. All shites. As written, I used to stand and wait
outside the woodwork classroom in the morning and get teased and harangued
and hit by these guys. I couldn't avoid them. That was one time when I
couldn't avoid them. I had to be in class on time. Other times, I tried to
avoid them. I expended my mental energy during those years trying to avoid
bullies. I also calibrated it so that I avoided them but I didn't want to be
too conspicious in doing so. It might provoke the bullies to bully me more.
That, in turn, means expending more mental energy. So, instead of being
social, which would have been the healthy thing for adolescent boys, I
became anti-social because I wanted to avoid the bullies. Bear in mind, St.
Catherine's Vocational School was a mixed school!! Boys and girls were
taught together. And, undoubtedly, that was a good thing. For example, it
blunted the barbarism of the teachers. I think it also blunted some of the
inter-student violence too. I first went to that school, I think, in 1986,
if I recall correctly. I was 12, just hitting puberty. I think boys hit
puberty around that age. Anyway, for the purposes of this essay, let's just
say boys hit puberty around 12 years old. Girls a little earlier.

But, during my years in St. Catherine's Vocational School, I wasn't
interested in girls. I believe I am a heterosexual man. At any rate, using
Alfred Kinsey's scale, I think I'm about about 70% heterosexual and 30%
homosexual which I think is about usual for a man or a woman. I wasn't
interested in girls because I was being intensely bullied. Believe me,
there were plenty of gorgeous gals there. But, my brain, during those
years, was not wired to enjoy life, it was wired to survive life. Many
people say that secondary/middle/high school is often amongst the happiest
time of their lives along with college/university which follows (for some).
Not for me. Secondary school was an ordeal for me. You know how people say
"you live on the streets". Well, I was living on the streets within the
confines of school walls, if you follow my meaning. My brain was
configured in survival mode, not enjoyment mode. Undoubtedly, human beings,
under normal conditions, are social creatures and also sexual creatures.
But, during those years from 1986 to 1991, I was anti-social, you know,
non-social. I wanted to avoid the bullies as much as I could (without being
too conspicious about it). Under normal conditions, an adolescent would
socialize, take an interest in the opposite sex if they were that way
inclined. Under normal conditions, an adolescent would spend some energy, a
great deal of energy in socializing, kissing, snogging, petting, having sex
(for some). But, me, that all passed me by.

There was a lunch-break, I think, from 12:45 to 1:45 in my school. I used
to consider detention a blessing. One would get detention if one were late
for school in the morning for example. It meant that the bullies would leave
the school first to go into town (downtown Killybegs was 5 minutes walk
away) so that when I was released from detention around 1 o'clock, I could
walk without fear back to my mother's and father's home (which was on the
other side of town) without worrying too much about meeting those shites.
They would already be in a local cafe/restaurant having their lunch.

But, yeah, I do remember there were some occasions where these bullies did
attack me, in broad daylight, during lunch time, in the middle of Killybegs
town, FOR NO REASON. Yeah, there was Enda and Geoffrey and I think another
guy. And, then there was Trevor, a big cowardly guy, but he tended to hang
around with another boy.

You know the film, "The Shawshank Redemption"? Remember "The Sisters" from
that film? Yup, "The Sisters" remind me of Enda, Geoffrey and Trevor.
Remember that dialogue between Red (played by Morgan Freeman (great actor)
and Andy Dufresne played by Tim Robbins (great actor)..

From: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/moviefreak/shawshank.html

RED
Word gets around. The Sisters have
taken a real shine to you. Especially Bogs.

ANDY
Would it help if
I explained to them I'm not
homosexual?

RED
Neither are they. You have to be
human first. They don't qualify.
(off Andy's look)
Bull queers take by force, that's
all they want or understand. If I were you, I'd
grow eyes in the back of my head.

Recently, I was reading a very good book
which I recommend anyone to read. It's called "Open Veins of Latin America"
by Eduardo Galleano. I read the English language version, of course. This
was the book, Hugo Chavez, the President of Venezeula, gave Barack Obama
recently as a gift to read. I noticed though that Hugo Chavez gave Barack
Obama a Spanish language copy. Probably not a good idea as I don't think
Barack Obama reads Spanish. I could be wrong. But, anyway. Great book.
And, in this book, among many other things, Eduardo Galleano writes about
the terror of the Argentine dictatorship of the late 1970s under General
Videla. Under his regime, thousands (probably a conservative number) of
"union members" were "disappeared" i.e. murdered and their bodies then
thrown into the ocean so that their bodies could never be retrieved.. But,
in addition to these union members, sometimes, the military just disappeared
totally innocent people, not even union members, from poor neighbourhoods in
order to send a message of terror to the populace, a message of "not even if
you keep your head down, are you safe". Anyone below a certain income
scale, could be bagged and thrown into the Atlantic ocean. So, the bullies
who bullied me were kinda like that. They just lashed out at me for no
reason.

Now, I admit, I did have (and probably still do have) a lot in common with
the bullies. Whilst I didn't bully, at least not at school, (I just wanted
to be left alone by everyone), I had a similar attitude to the bullies, a
similar mindset, a stupid childish idiotic mindset. We were shites, all of
us, and we behaved accordingly.

Hmm, what next to write about? Have any of you gone this far? :-D HeHe

When I was 11 years old, I was actually quite a self-confident young guy.
Sure, I had problems, what kid didn't? But, I recall when I was 11, I
organized a football match on the local football pitch in Killybegs. I was
too self-confident to be bullied. 3 years later, I didn't even have the
self-confidence to go "down the town" to buy a postage stamp. The bullying
I was experiencing at school and, more to the point, the resulting
self-defense survival mindset I had adopted as a result had stripped me of
my self-confidence. I think the damage was done, most of it, the vast
majority of it, when I was about 12, during my first year in Secondary
school The following 4 + years were really just the denouement. The
damage was done when I was about 12. I could give you some standard
scatological reason as to why I suddenly and precipitously lost my
self-confidence. But, I don't think it was that simple. Naturally, years
later, I'm trying to rationalize what went on, what happened, what the f*^k
happened. And, I have developed a theory (which may be subject to change in
the future).

I went to the Niall Mor Primary School in Killybegs before going onto St.
Catherine's Vocational School also located in Killybegs. In Niall Mor, the
students only lived in Killybegs and its very immediate environs. But, when
I went to St. Catherine's Vocational School, new students were bussed in
from surrounding areas, such as Bruckless and Dunkineely to the East and
Fintragh to the West. And, that's when I got to meet for the first time the
eejits, Trevor, Enda and Geoffrey (and others whose names I forget and
didn't want to remember). [sighs]. They were bussed in from surrounding
areas.

In a previous post, maybe, I may have come across as being a little too
harsh on my Dad. I will say, in my Dad's defense, when I was around 13,
when the bullying was beginning, during my first or second year in the
school, I turned to my Dad for help. My Dad went to the school and walked
in, to his credit. I even saw him walk in the front door of the school
during the lunch break when the students were outside the classes and he
went to talk to that BASTARD, Joe Ward, and the other fecking teachers in
the teachers' room. So, the Principal, Joe Ward, knew I was being bullied
by other students. But, like your typical Fine Gael opposition, he was long
on words and short on action. I recall, shortly afterwards, he walked into
the Library where we had a class and he gave us all a speech about how
bullying was despicable behaviour and that he wouldn't tolerate it
and...then, after that, that was exactly what he did tolerate. He did
nothing. At least, nothing of consequence I could feel. I continued to be
bullied. And, even if I wasn't bullied, I was imprisoned in my mind, in
this self-defense mechanism I had set up in my brain to defend myself from
real or imagined bullying both physical and verbal that I had experienced
and was continuing to experience.

Regarding the ear-wigging malfeasance by Messrs McGee and John Joe O'Shea, I
honestly don't know if Joe Ward talked to them about their dysfunctional and
barbaric behaviour. He had to have known about it. Now, it's possible he
did have a private word with Mr McGee about it. And, I imagine that Mr
McGee's response would have been along these lines: "F&^k off, ye West-Brit
ye. I can do what I like in my class (or outside of it)." I would imagine
that Mr McGee would have followed this up with some Gaeilge gobblygook (a
torrent of curses if translated) to further confuse and bewilder Mr Ward.
And, then, nothing. Yup, the story of post 1922 Ireland. You see, Mr Ward
had a flaw. No Gaelgeoir was he.. I don't recall him ever speaking the
Irish language.

Honestly, St. Catherine's Vocational School was a really low-performing
school. Bear in mind, Killybegs was and is a fishing town.. You can smell
it before you can see it. My mother moved out of Killybegs around 2000 and
even between 1995 and 2000, I barely visited Killybegs once or twice a year.
Gawd, I hated the place. From what I read on wikipedia, the smell has gotten
even worse. Apparently, the smell of processed fish can be smelt as far
away as Sligo!!. HeHe. Sad to learn, that Joe Ward apparently is still in
charge. From what I see, its website hasn't been updated since 2000. I
wonder if the school is as shite as it was when I was there. With Joe Ward
possibly still in charge, I'm concerned that it hasn't really improved.

Okay, I'm not going to categorically state that there is this national
conspiracy or that there is a system in place and that there are certain
"in" secondary schools and certain "out" secondary schools and, if you go to
one of the "out" secondary schools, in the Republic of Ireland, then you're
screwed and you won't have a chance of going to Trinity College or the
National University of Ireland later on and becoming a doctor or a certified
accountant et cetera et cetera. I recall there was this very talented young
lady in our school, about two years behind me, who was probably going to get
a clutch of As in Higher Level subjects in her Leaving Cert. My particular
year was very very bad. I think there was only 7 students or so who went
onto third-level colleges. Maybe, a few more than 7. And, there was only 1
who finally went to university, to the best of my knowledge, and who
graduated from a university. Me. That's out of maybe 60 students in my
year. I can't remember the exact number.

Most of the boys and girls who went to St. Catherine's Vocational School
were from Killybegs. Their fathers were fishermen or who worked in the many
fish-processing factories in the town. The school was like a detention
centre for most of these students. It was like a holding centre for the
students and after they did their Leaving Cert, it was expected that the
great majority of them would, you know, settle back into a life of fish,
whether that be working in fish processing factories or hiring themselves
out as fishermen on the boats. You know, I can imagine that the charter of
St. Catherine's Vocational School would read something like:."Go Forth ye
students to the fish factories and gut ye some fish. In the name of the
Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen." HeHe. There was no academic
pursuit. There were no meaningful debates. Collective, class-based or
year-based projects, as I recall, whatever they were, were conducted
half-heartedly and lazily.

Now, I'm sure there were other students in my school, in my class!!, who suffered almost in silence bullying from other students and the teachers. But, we all suffered in isolation. You have the expression, "United We Stand, Divided We Fall." The U.S. Union Leader, A. Philip Randolph, talked about the need for organization. You need organization to take and get something from the banquet table of nature. Atomization serves the interests of the powerful. If one person complains, the authorities can listen and nod their heads and then they hope the problem goes away. But, if there are several complainants, and they know who each other is, then that's big trouble for the authorities. Then, really, they have to get off their arses. I simply didn't know for sure who those other boys and girls who suffered were. I had become so unsocial during my years in secondary school, I didn't even know the names of all the students in my class! I had become a pawn to the abuse and a participant in it, in the sense, that I was inactive to stop it. No doubt there were other parents too who complained to the Principal of the school but there was no sense of solidarity between the victims and the victims' parents because none of us knew for sure who the other victims were. We were kept divided and conquered and prone and frightened. Yeah, that was St. Catherine's Vocational School. You weren't trained to become an engaged citizen in the country. You were trained to become a disengaged citizen in the country. You were taught alienation. You were taught not to care about the plight of others. You were taught to turn a deaf ear. For some of us, we were taught to be shites. We were taught emotional and moral poverty. We were taught not to think for ourselves. We were taught that others always knew better and we should know our place and not complain. We were taught not to participate as active citizens in society. We were taught that we were powerless pawns of the powerful and we were getting above our station if we sought to change things. Yup, St. Catherine's Vocational School really pumped indoctrination into me. As written before, it was like living on the streets within the confines of a school building.

Occasionally, the knowledge we were taught in school came in useful. For example, between 1994 and 1997, I was a student in the University of Ulster at Coleraine in Northern Ireland. I studied media studies and theatre studies there. There is a train station (well, a hut I suppose would better describe it) beside the campus where you can catch a train either to the seaside resort town of Portrush, where I lived, or Coleraine (from whence you could get another train to any destination in Northern Ireland). I remember one night I was waiting by myself for the train to take me back to Portrush (a real beautiful seaside town, by the way. Well worth a visit).. In the distance, I heard this guy's faint voice. He was singing loyalist songs, "Hate all the Taigs" and "Kill all the taigs" songs. The voice got louder as he approached. He didn't see me at first. He arrived at the station and turned into the little hut which protected us from the rain and then he saw me there. Funnily enough, I wasn't really scared. I just casually looked at him for 2 seconds kinda disinterestedly and expressionlessly and then I turned away and look over the tracks, as if disengaged and indifferent. That way, my Protestant colleague picked up code that I was indeed a Protestant. (I'm of Catholic background, for the record. HeHe). He looked at me at first, humming his Loyalist Supremacy song, then he sat down in the hut to wait for the train like me, a few metres from me. After a few seconds, he also shut the f&%k up. Now, if I had panicked, if I had sought to leave the station at that moment, (the only way to exit was the way he had arrived), he could very well have attacked me. But, I didn't do that. I was too calm. You see, St. Catherine's Vocational School among its many valuable lessons it taught me, it taught me terror and to be calm and indifferent in the face of it. Yeah, indeed, I grew up "on the streets" within the confines of a school building.

When I left St. Catherine's Vocational School in 1991, I still had a lot of residual rage. One of the bullies I mentioned before was Trevor, a big guy. I remember once, perhaps only months after I "graduated"/was liberated from school, leaving my house in Killybegs, in a rage, with the intention of going to the local bar where I knew Trevor hung out in order to clobber him, to lay my fists into him. There was no other reason why I left the house on that particular occasion. Fortunately for Trevor (and for me I suppose), Trevor wasn't in the bar at the time and I calmed down. Yup, I was part of this diabolical system.

Oh and what a diabolical system of mind-control it was that I was subject to!! I remember when I was about 13 years old, walking home one day, by myself from school, around 3:30 or 4 o'clock when the school finished. Suddenly, about 20 to 30 students surrounded me, shouting and hollering. They were pushing me and screaming and laughing. They weren't friendly. I didn't get an opportunity to talk back to enquire what this was all about. And most of them, I didn't even know who they were - they were from different classes. What diabolical force of social control is this??!!

Okay, I'd like to get on to my father and then I'll lay into the Catholic church before closing this essay.

My father's violence against his family, I think, was actually only over a short period of time, say, 1989 to early 1991. I don't remember the time scale for sure. I don't recall him earlier in the 80s being violent towards his family. When he became violent around 1989, I think it was new for him. As written, my father went to St. Eunan's School/college? in Letterkenny in the late 1940s and early 1950s. My Dad was pretty convinced that St. Eunan's was not a school to go to. He was abused there (whether it be physically and/or sexually, I don't know) and he told me that he didn't want to send me there. So, he sent me to the local school, St. Catherine's Vocational School instead, the School of Fish and Dossers. The school where the teachers, from Day 1, treat you like a dosser, and then when you accord with their expectations as you inevitably will, some of them will hit you and shake their heads and say, "Oh what a dosser you are!! I really didn't know you were THIS bad!!". A school where the teachers were retards. Yup, my father sent me to that school, convinced in his knowledge that no school could possibly be as bad as St. Eunan's.

Well, it was. It was torture. It was hell. As written, at the beginning my father tried to do something, around the time I was 13 when I had already tumbled down the hill to disintegration and I was living in a comfortable manufactured bubble world/fantasy world my brain had set up as a self-defense mechanism. He talked with Joe Ward, the Principal. And Joe Ward did nothing. He just politely nodded his head, give a speech later to the students about how bad bullying was and teen he went back to the ivory tower of his office.

You know, we, Irish, are passionate movie-goers. Guys, especially, love the gangster movies. Me, I loved the early movies of Robert DeNiro. I could relate to psychopaths and sociopaths like Vito Corleone (played by De Niro in Godfather II in 1974)and Travis Bickle (played by DeNiro in 1975 in TaxiDriver). Do you remember the scene in the First Godfather movie? Sony Corleone, played by James Caan (great actor), beats the shit out of Carlo Rizzi, who was married to Sony's sister, because he had beat the shit out of her. Sony Corleone gives him a good kicking and then, exhausted, his rage spent, he points his finger at Carlo Rizzi, prone and in pain lying on the pavement and says, "you touch my sister again [pregnant pause] and I'll kill you.". Yup, I wish my Dad had done that to Frank McGee. Give him a good kicking and then say to him as he lay dazed and disoriented on the ground, "You touch my son again, [pregnant pause], and I'll kill you". Men more so than women, I think, measure love in terms of action not words. If my Dad had done that to Frank McGee, I would have respected my Dad. I would have thought, wow, my Dad really knows how to stand up for me, a helpless 13 year old or 14 year old kid, who just wants to study and graduate and go to university. Unfortunately, that's Ireland. In the past and possibly still now, we idolize those who break the law, those who fight against the law, those who take the law into their own hands. This has become integrated into our very self-identity. My father, like many Irish men, was proud of bending the rules, after all, that damn Government doesn't care for the little people, they just want your damn money.

A few months before he died in November 1991, my Dad was driving us to golf practice in Fintragh (we often did this and my dad often went to Portinoo golf club, near Glenties to play golf and I often caddied for him). My Dad said to me, in his sweet voice, "Paul, do you love me?". I replied, "What are you talking about?". He said, "Paul, I may die in the next few months.". I told him, "Oh, you're not going to die, don't worry." As it turned out, he was right and I was wrong. Yeah, that was my Dad. It was never his fault. His Love for his family was never in question and should never be questioned. If I had talked back to my dad and said, "But, Dad you don't love me so why should I love you?". My Dad's sweet voice would quickly have given away to temper. My Dad was the centre of the universe. His family could never be his equals. I could never been his equal. St. Eunan's, to my Dad's mind, was the worst fecking school on the planet because he went there. St. Catherine's Vocational School could never compare. I wanted to go to university but my Dad never really reaffirmed my ambition. As I recall, he was kinda indifferent to what I wanted to do after secondary school.

From 1988 to 1989, my Dad went to Paris, France where his younger brother owned a restaurant. He worked for his brother in Paris for about a year. I have no doubt he got out of Ireland because he felt that he wasn't being very helpful to his family. My life was being destroyed and was destroyed in St. Catherine's Vocational School and he didn't care. Okay, maybe, he did care and maybe this unhappiness brought him to an early grave. He was only 57 when he died in 1991. He couldn't express his frustation about my troubles because that's not the sort of thing a good Catholic man does. He'd rather not think about it. He got out of Ireland. The master of the house took a well-deserved break. And, a year later, around 1989, he decided to come back and, before doing so, he had resolved that if that shit, his son, Paul Carr, dared complain about more abuse in St. Catherine's Vocational School against his person, he would clobber him. And, that was what he did. And, he hit my mother and my sister as well. To be honest, regarding my brother, I'm not sure if he was hit, but I think the psychology of violence dictates that all who are in a powerless position in relation to the perpetrator of violence have to be hit. So, as if the violence from students (after 1986) and the occasional violence of teachers weren't enough, for about a year and a half, I had to contend with some clobbering from my Dad as well, at least, until the start of 1991.

I'm not going to condone what my Dad did to me and other members of my family. I unequivocably condemn it. I don't want to give you the impression that he was this guy who enjoyed beating his family like a psychopath in the movies. There was a measure of "provocation". My mother would tell him, for example, to get a job and 'he'd start". (Donegal expression meaning lose his temper) Me, I'd tell him I was getting beaten in school maybe in a provocative way like shouting. My Dad didn't want to know. I was a Bad Catholic Boy. I should have been singing and whistling and playing GAA games and doing horseplay with the boys in the fields and in the locker rooms. HeHe. Yup, my Dad enjoyed some of those beatings he gave me. He had no plans for returning back to Paris, an exile his ungrateful son had helped force him into.

So, really, we have to get back to the fundamental question. What happened? Back in 1985, I was this self-confident young boy, organizing football matches on the local football pitch. 3 years later, I didn't have to self confidence to buy a postage stamp from the local post office. My view is is that I was screwed one way or the other. I shouldn't be so hard on myself. I was like a horse on the race-track and when the fence of puberty reared up before me in 1985/86, I had to make a jump. I failed to clear the fence. It wasn't even close. The next few years, I continued to pathetically drill against this fence that impeded my progress. I couldn't cross it. Interestingly enough, my younger brother, crossed the fence but then he careered off the race-track. He became an artist. HeHe.

What happened? Why couldn't I cross the fence? Why couldn't I enter the verdant pastures beyond of adolescence, of taking an interest in girls, in love, in thinking constructively about my future career? I'm sorry to say this but I have to lay some of the responsibility for this at the door of my parents.

The Republic of Ireland is a Catholic country. The percentage of people who are sexually repressed in this country is huge. If I were to put a number to them, I would say, 30% to 40% of the adult populaton of the Republic of Ireland. I think this percentage would be the highest by far in the OECD. Both my mother and father were sexually repressed and my mother remains so to this day. And, it gets worse. The sexually repressed take a keen interest in the mechanics of power, in the slipstreams of power-politics and how to use these to rise to the top of organizations, especially political organizations. They are consummate ass-lickers if to lick someone's ass would lead to career advancement a little later on. So, when we turn to Irish politicians, both national and local, the percentage of the sexual repressed amongst them could be as high as 60%!. How do I know this? I know this because I was sexually repressed myself at least until I was 32 so I believe I have an insight into their mindset. Are these sexually repressed people zombies? Yes, they are. Do they physically and sexually abuse others? No, they don't but those who do physically and sexually abuse others almost exclusively come from their ranks. Just like, nowadays, terrorists, at least how we define them "i the West" almost exclusively come from Muslim countries.

I think I may have had this wrong idea about my father for many a year. I think my brother too had the wrong idea about him. I had always believed that my father was kinda a goat (had many sexual partners) before he got married to my mother in January 1970. He was 35 when he got married. My father was a seaman in his younger days, a communications officer on an oil-tanker or something like that.. He seems to have had many a girlfriend at the various ports where his ship docked. I saw pictures of him with various pretty girls in photo albums. And, shortly before he died, he took me to see one of his "old flames" in Donegal. But, now I'm thinking, was this all for show? Now I'm thinking that my Dad, when he finally got married when he was 35, was in fact a virgin. Sure, like a Good Catholic man, he would have kissed some girls at various ports but nothing further. Girls may have been left heart-broken by him. I imagine the port-calls would have been short. He was a handsome man, I suppose. He wouldn't have had any problem finding pretty female admirers even after he began to lose his hair. But, the height of his "naughtiness" would have been a faint embrace and a kiss on the lips. You know like Frank Sinatra in the movies. My Dad was a big Frank Sinatra fan. I'm not saying that he deliberately misled me and my brother. I'm just saying that over the past week, I've been doing a lot of thinking on this time period of my life and I think it's healthy to question, to reconsider, and maybe to revise assumptions which you had believed to be facts.

Is it the case that my Dad was a sexually repressed man? I think so. I think he had the emotional maturity of a 12 year old. My mother too and she still does. Sexual Repression cuts across all social groups and both genders. You'll find the sexually repressed in all social groups. But, while my Dad was sexually repressed, he was a good Catholic man.

Eamon DeValera made many mistakes. But, perhaps, his biggest mistake was his decision to put a clause in the Irish Constitution recognising the special position of the Catholic church. DeValera mistakenly believed that he could compromise with the Pre-Vatican II Catholic church. The Catholic church believed that its teaching was intrinsic truth whereas DeValera sought to recognise the special position of the Catholic church because it was the belief held by the great majority of the country. The Pope of the day kept an indignant silence. Democracy, huh!! We're right, everyone else is wrong, no discussion.

It took us to 1973 to finally cop on and change the Constitution to remove the special position of the Catholic church. It took us to 1979 before our Government finally legislated for contraception. The famous Irish solution to an Irish problem. Apparently, at the beginning you needed a doctor's prescription to get contraceptives in the chemist before the law was loosened in 1985. It took us to 1995 before we removed the constitutional ban on divorce. And, there is no woman's right to choose to have an abortion in this country. How many women are going abroad "To England" for an abortion? Thousands? Just like in the 1990s or the 1980s. Yes, constitutionally, we can't stop ye now, we can't prevent you from getting ahold of information about abortion services abroad, but the as-if-official message of our Government, of our State, of our People to these women, who are going abroad remains, 'Away with Ye to Perfidious Albion, Ye Fallen Woman Ye.". Meanwhile, the man who got her pregnant might be considering a lucrative career in Fianna Fail. Aye, a key to a successful career in Irish politics, a few skeletons in the closet. Talk about compassion. The Catholic church talks about compassion but, in Ireland, where our Government enabled the Catholic church to exercise unprecedented power, its message was one of condemnation, moral poverty, sexual repression, sexual abuse and loveless marriages.

After Vatican II, the Catholic church moved in a more ecumenical direction, recognising the validity of other Protestant churches. Pope John XXIII sought to open a dialogue with other churches but the price he had to pay for this heretical liberalism, the pound of flesh he had to give to the conservative wing was the continuing "ostrich head in the sand" approach to human sexuality and related matters such as abortion and contraception.. On these matters, the Catholic church continues to live in the Dark Ages.

The SaorStat Eireann constitution from 1922 to 1937 was better in the sense that, at least, there was no special position for the Catholic church recognized.. On the other hand, I don't think there was an explicit declaration of the division of church and state. We should have done that, like the French did. But, we didn't. We didn't go the way of the French. It never entered our consciousness to do that. Why, the Catholic church were our heroes during the centuries of British oppression. We turned to our priests and bishops for guidance and leadership and for our very identity. As we lost our language, at least, we held close to our bosom our Catholic ritual. Naturally, soon after independence, we'd give them the keys to the front door.

I think DeValera's recognition, in the Irish Constitution of 1937 (a constitution we still have with a few amendments) of the special position of the Catholic church in the Irish state was very significant and very injurious to the social and mental well-being of the country in the second half of the 20th century. Catholic priests are supposed to be celebate and still are supposed to be. But, because De Valera gave the Catholic church explicit recognition in the constitution of 1937, it was as if the whole population now of the Republic of Ireland had to be celibate like the priests. We all became priests. Celibacy became the in-thing for everyone. Sexual repression was de rigueur for everyone, not just the priests. Needless to say, I think celibacy is an unnatural condition, a denial of human nature, a perversion in itself. And this so-called virtue was inflicted on the general population for decades by trumpeting Irish politicians as well as priests and bishops.

It took us to the 1970s and 1980s to start to wake up. In my school, I remember we did have a sex education class. Around 1988. I don't remember how long it lasted. 15 minutes? Boys and girls were divided. Our woodwork teacher gave us our class. I can't remember the details. I do recall him saying something like, "Don't lie on top of the woman or you'll crush her.". What a laugh!! All the students agreed. It provided plenty of mirth for the rest of the week.

The only difference between the Catholic church and the Church of Scientology is that the Catholic church is a little older. Both are businesses. And this was the Catholic church that De Valera mistakenly sought to compromise with in 1937. A church that is simply unable to compromise because its doctrines didn't broach compromise. I think Poland nowadays is making the same mistakes as Ireland was and is doing.. For example, I believe in Polish state schools, upon the insistence of the Catholic church, Catholic doctrine has to be taught, whether that be in isolation or together with other faiths I dunno. But, let me tell you, "religion class" was one boring class all of us had to endure in the late 80s. Our religion teacher was actually a nice man, a recovered alcoholic and, like Gerry Rodgers, the history teacher, he was a genuine human being. Yeah, he was a retired Catholic priest too!!. I liked him. Like the history teacher, he had the intelligence and the humanity to recognise I was being bullied not just in school but at home too. He knew. Anyone who had two brain cells to rub together knew. So, that meant that 80% of the teachers in my school didn't know. But, that is beside the point. Although, the religion teacher was a nice man, most of the time, he just let us do our homework during this class. I'm sure he had lots to teach but, really, teenagers are not interested in church doctrines. They're interested in philosophy, if taught the right way, and science. Church doctrines? That's for the esoteric. The religion teacher had copped onto this and so just let us do our homework. In return, us grateful students, played hush hush and didn't rat on him to the Principal.

Thank you for reading.

Paul Carr