“Ahem!”
The sharp throat-clearing at the front of the classroom alerted Masters Capone and Stoddard to return to their desks.
Preceptor Schrack began:
“Children, you are about to enter the most fascinating sphere of pedagogical work — the inculcation of self-loathing via condescending wonder by romanticising the Other in their noble savagery.”
Capone and Stoddard blinked at each other.
Schrack continued:
“I hereby enumerate a litany of lofty tropes to edify malleable pupils in the innate primacy of utopian poverty, Kente Cringe, and other acts of performative empathy...”
And of course, she did, and probably felt good about it.
But such lectures that are one-sided and unopen to critical thinking aren’t known to work on adults, let alone schoolchildren.
After a time, the students were back with their noses in their schoolbooks.
“Psst, Stoddard — c’mere!” Master Capone stood attentively by the classroom’s large globe.
Stoddard came over to see him furtively pointing somewhere at the northern part of Africa.
“They named a country after a sweary!”
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