One of the things I said is that America's fascination with blame feeds their passion for punishment.
These outraging prisoners-statistics help me believing this.
I also said that a problem of American society is that the church, but also many parents and teachers expect their children to do what they tell them to do, or else it's wrong, and then comes punishment.
It's difficult to make other choices, because many people will tell you, you're doing wrong.
I might have mentioned America (or USA) in more posts.
This is how that class situation went:
... My fifth-grade teacher, Mr. Gorsky, a strict former U.S. Army sergeant, didn't appreciate anyone talking out of turn and was intolerant of smart-ass comments. One day he gave us a homework assignment to memorize the planets of the solar system, and the next day he called on to me to recite the names of the planets in sequence.
"Pluto, Neptune..." I began.
"From the sun outward, please," he said.
This confused me. I had learned the names of the planets from a poster that drew the solar system in three dimensions, so Pluto was closest and Mercury was farthest away. I decided to ignore him and do it my way.
"Neptune, Uranus..." I said.
"No, it's YOUR-i-nus," he said/
At that point, I was being embarrassed by a teacher who didn't appreciate my reverse-order learning of the planets and kept interrupting me. Recognizing a setup too good to ignore, I said, "But, Mr. Gorsky, there are no Klingons around YOUR-i-nus; they're only found around Ur-A-nus!
The entire fifth-grade classroom burst into laughter, but Mr. Gorsky's face immediately clouded with anger. He marched to my desk, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the hallway. I figured that I was headed to the principal's office, but instead he decided to give me a speech right there. He told me that I was an embarrassment to myself. He wagged his finger at my nose and said, "Don't you realize, young man, that those kids were laughing at you, not with you?"
I immediately knew that he was wrong. The class loved it when I cracked jokes. Some of my best friends were good at comebacks, too, and we laughed about our fifth-grade witticisms at recess. Mr. Gorsky was trying to convince me of something that had no basis in fact. I knew he had no way of veryfying his opinion that I was a laughingstock. It seemed obvious to me that he was saying what he wanted to be true, not what actually was true. Maybe this kind of discipline worked in the military, but even as a fifth grader I recognized that, without any proof, one opinion was no more valid than another. In fact, Mr Gorsky's misinterpretations worked against him. I had plenty of teachers who simply laid down the law and didn't try to justify themselves: "Okay, the rule in here is simple, if you speak out of turn, you will be sent to the principal's office."These teachers may not have been very inspiring, but they were taken more seriously than Mr. Gorsky was. They didn't confuse their formal authority with the expectation that we students would see the logic in following their rules. They believed that the most effective authority was one that invited no scrutiny.
But Mr. Gorsky had all the power and control, and I didn't. I wouldn't do any good to fight the power structure in that school. And I didn't want my mom and dad to learn about my continuing disrespect to my teachers. Even though I yearned to do otherwise, I capitulated to him that day in the hallway: "Yes, sir, I guess you're right. They're laughing at me. And it's better to learn the planets from the sun outward." But silently I was thinking, "You're wrong, Mr. Gorsky, and someday I'll prove it."
I tell this story not to demonstrate my insolence as a child--you already knew that--but to recall some of the difficult situations that kids have to deal with when they are confronted by small-minded restrictions on their thinking. ... (etc.)
I never said that something like this can not happen in other countries, in case you were waiting to here that.
But I do believe that small-minded restrictions happen less in less religious democratic countries.
(BTW: Even if you'd discard this typed story as unimportant, I still hope you enjoyed reading it)