From today’s Sunday Telegraph (no link): “From the archives” – 10 years ago this week:
“They may have been favourite childhood pastimes for generations. Now, handstands, games such as tag and even daisy chain-making are vanishing from Britain’s playgrounds as safety-obsessed schools and councils declare them ‘too dangerous’ for today’s children. A report to be published by the Children’s Society cites the case of a primary school that stopped pupils making hanging baskets over fears that they might pick up germs from the flowers” – July 28, 2002.
Not that anything has changed 10 years later – we still have the same ruination of what should be one of the happiest and enjoyable periods of anyone’s life. Childhood games now banned – or curtailed:
This practice is no more than a form of social engineering and which has now culminated in the state wishing to turn children into ‘informers’.
But consider: this practice of social engineering by the political class does not limit itself to children – adults are also targeted. Adults are now ‘constrained’ in what they can say and write. Whereas children are being constrained by the misguided implementation of health and safety ‘rules’, so are adults in the name of equality, diversity and xenophobia.
As parents we allow our children to be ‘moulded’ by the political class; as adults we allow ourselves to be ‘moulded’ by the political class – why? We have allowed ourselves to be conditioned to the ethos of ‘We’ – but we are not ‘We’, we are individuals and as such we are unlike any other person, we are ‘I’.
“The word “We” is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages. What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey? But I am done with this creed of corruption. I am done with the monster of “We,” the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.” – Ayn Rand, “Anthem”.
However, contradiction as it may seem, when living under the roof of what is your host then it is beholden on everyone to accept the rules of ‘We’ – and the rules of ‘We’ are decided by the majority view of ‘I’.
And that, dear reader, is the basis of any democracy – be that national or local.