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Saturday, March 18, 2006

A Goofy, Overly Sensitive Church

To the members of Callaway Christian Church: GROW UP!

Let's take the literary body count in the wake of this obviously impossible to please Church's wrath:
One ancient literary classic: "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by Shakespeare

One modern literary classic: "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller

One of the most popular musicals of all time: "Grease"
One get's the feeling that the only thing that would have pleased Callaway Christian Church is one of those hokey church Christmas Pagents complete with papier-mâché donkey and cardboard manger.

Personally, if I had been in the drama teacher's position, after the first complaint I would have chosen "Inherit the Wind" as my next play.

However, let's give the folks at Callaway Christian Church some well deserved props: at least they didn't take to the streets screaming like a howler monkey, burn down the school, and behead the drama teacher. Lucky for Ms. DeVore she wasn't teaching at East Taliban High.

~ k~

2 comments:

Anonymous 3/26/2006 11:56:00 AM  

Let's not go too far in condemnation of parents that wish to reduce exposure of their children to ideas that they think are inappropriate. That's their job. They did what Americans are supposed to do... register a simple protest. They did not attack the teacher. They did not take up arms. They did not make demands.

Often, it takes having children of our own before we seriously and fully confront the full range of issues surrounding parenthood. Let us not degrade parental guidance, unless we can show that we are perfect parents already and can thus throw the first stone.

Kevin 3/26/2006 06:44:00 PM  

Mike,

These aren't "children," they are young adults. It's possible for parents to talk with them about what they are reading or learning in school. It's also possible for the students to go to any public library (or heck the Internet) and read "The Cruicible." The battle for "control" of what they read is long over at this point.

Also, these idiots (and yes, they are most definitely idiots,) were trying to declare - along with "The Cruicible" - Shakespeare (Shakespeare!) to be inappropriate.

The parents are the ones who need to grow-up; not their kids.

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