Naked in School the Exported RebellionChapter 18
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When Kevin arrived at the flat later, the teens were still busy with their schoolwork. Not having many classes in common, only history and math, they were working separately. Amelia was working on a literature paper and Jeremy was studying Spanish.
Amelia looked up at Kevin as he bent down to kiss her. “Hi, sweetie, how do you feel today?”
“Good, Kevin. Going to school is fun again,” she sighed and stretched. “I think that’s all I can do on this essay now.”
Jeremy had looked up from his book. “Hi, Kevin. It’s strange learning a Western language. I know Korean and speak a little Chinese and Japanese. Spanish seems so weird. Like English but so different too.”
“Any news from school?” Kevin asked. “I brought some papers home for you.”
“The big news was in those tabloids, actually,” Jeremy grinned. “Oh, there was a telly crew in school; they got chased out. Maybe there’ll be a news item later. And you got the text about Saturday dinner, right?”
“Yep. We’re okay for Saturday,” Kevin confirmed.
“Jeremy asked me out on a date for Sunday,” Amelia whispered in Kevin’s ear.
He nodded. “Sure, have fun,” he whispered back. She glowed a smile at him.
Denise arrived a few minutes later and they turned on the TV news. The news basically duplicated the tabloid articles, then the reporter interviewed two parents from a London school which was running the Program; both parents appeared angry that their school would be continuing to require student participation and they told the reporter that their children would refuse if selected. The piece ended with a brief interview with Mr Hanford standing in front of Norwich Academy. His only comment was that the school’s governors were working with the National Program Committee to decide their next steps in adopting the Program. The report ended as the reporter mentioned that student resistance to the Program appeared to be spreading throughout the schools in the country.
Hearing that, Jeremy whooped with glee and Amelia clapped her hands.
Kevin grinned at Denise. “I guess that’s the difference between Brits and Yanks, sweetie. Remember, after our student newspaper article hit the press? The parents practically revolted against the Program. Here in Britain, it’s ‘keep a stiff upper lip’ and ‘keep calm and carry on.’ In public, anyway. I’ll bet that the resistance’ll grow, but it’ll happen more quietly here.”
Jeremy was grinning broadly. “But that was just the opening salvo in the resistance, Kevin, right? You said you had a meeting with our head teacher so maybe we can work our school’s resistance into the news again?”
Kevin laughed. “You’re thinking big, Jeremy; I like that. Yes, Mr Hanford wants to meet Monday afternoon. Denise can come and the two of you also. This is a team approach and I’ll explain what Denise and I came up with. Hanford needs something to hold the Program Committee at bay so we’ll give him an idea for a whole new way of having the Program operate. Besides tools to tear down the Program’s legitimacy. We’ll discuss it after supper—you can stay, I hope?”
“Yes sir, I made arrangements.”
On Friday morning, Denise was preparing breakfast when Amelia rushed tearfully into the kitchen and embraced her, sobbing.
“Amelia! What’s wrong, honey? Did something happen?” she exclaimed, alarmed.
“No, no, Denise,” Amelia sniffled. “I’m okay—that’s why ... I was just overcome ... I’m so happy that I’m crying.”
Denise relaxed. “Oh thank God. I thought it was something with your surgery...”
“That’s what it was, Denise. My pain’s all gone! I just realized! Well, not quite all gone, I still feel something that hurts in there ... but when I just took a pee and dabbed dry, it didn’t hurt! So I tried pressing near the bad spots and it didn’t hurt!” Her tears began again. “When I realized ... I just lost it then. All those years ... all that pain ... It must be my surgery, they must have fixed the problem. Oh thank you for taking care of me, I love you so much ... and Kevin too, for helping me.”
“That’s incredible news, darling. And your post-op visit is this afternoon. Dr Singh will be so pleased. He can check to see how it’s healed and we’ll talk about what happens next. I’m so, so happy for you! Can I let Kevin know? He’ll be delighted.”
She nodded and hugged Denise again, then ran to her room to get dressed.
Amelia floated through her day, rejoicing in her awareness of being relatively pain-free. She still experienced twinges of pain and some dull throbbing at times, but her constant pain, which was so intrusive to all of her activities, was mostly gone. Her hospital visit provided even better news. The surgical wound had healed quickly and cleanly and when Singh gently probed the area, the pressure produced hardly any pain, only a dull discomfort and feelings of a tingling warmth that she thought felt weird.
Singh was very pleased. He told her that the twinges were likely signs of the damaged nerve fibers coming to life again while the throbbing was possibly a sign of improving blood supply, which could be a sign of scar tissue breaking down. And he thought her report of feeling warmth was a sign that her genital sensitivity would improve. Amelia and Denise were overjoyed with his report, happily discussing it as they made the appointments for her continued weekly therapy.
When Amelia returned home, she texted her father with the good news and then they visited by videochat for a while until Kevin got home. Hadad was concerned in a fatherly way when he heard that his daughter had a boyfriend, but after being reassured by Kevin that Jeremy was a long-standing family friend, he told Amelia to have fun but to be careful.
“Of course I will, Papa,” she responded with an expression that only teenaged daughters have learned to master.
Then Kevin and Denise celebrated with Amelia by going to an upscale restaurant and enjoying an excellent meal.
Saturday’s dinner with the Porters was epic; the families had a lot of catching up to do. They were delighted to meet Amelia, who made an immediate favorable impression. Of course there was a lot of interest in the unusual way that the teens found out that they were attending the same school, with Jeremy and Amelia describing exactly how they met. Then they were persuaded to relate the school events of the past week, although Amelia was reluctant to tell them any details of her assault by the Program security man. Denise made a mental note to talk to her in private later to discuss the healing powers of talking through bad memories.
“Oh, speaking of Program matters, I’ve got some news from State, guys,” Porter told Jeremy and Amelia. “They decided that the children of American diplomatic personnel mustn’t get involved in the Program here. That’s because it was declared educationally unsound in the U.S.”
“YES!” cheered Naomi. “That’s soooo great! Thanks, dad!”
Then Kevin described the parents’ meeting to the Porters and also about his meeting with Hanford and the upcoming planned meeting.
“So what’s this next meeting about?” Porter asked.
“Two topics,” Kevin responded. “First will be the arguments against the Program’s legitimacy on educational, cultural, and fairness grounds. The second is an idea that substitutes a different way of achieving the so-called Program objectives. That’s based on an Avery University study Denise and I were in a couple of years ago. Our friends were the study’s authors but they told us that hardly any school in the U.S. is doing their version; the Program gave any of these new social program ideas a bad rep.
“Hanford is being pressed to start the Program but he knows that none of the kids will agree to participate. So he’s stuck; he has to run the Program but no one will cooperate. He can’t force cooperation and the sanctions the government imposes about graduating aren’t convincing the parents. I thought if he offers my idea as an alternate—it has the same objectives and actually works—it might take the heat off because then he can show the government that he’s trying and not ignoring the law.”
“Sounds like a tall order, Kevin,” Porter remarked. “Jeremy’s happy that you’ve included him.”
“Jeremy’s had some really good ideas and so has Amelia. They can help to deliver a powerful message.”
“Okay,” Porter said, “enough serious talk. Let’s annoy my son and Amelia and talk about their first date tomorrow,” he grinned.
“Dad!” Jeremy complained.
“Okay, Warren, let’s go eat,” Barbara winked. “Don’t tease the kids.”
The beginning of the first week following the abortive Program launch was uneventful for the Norwich school students, but behind the scenes, the school’s head teacher and governors were wrestling with the government’s educational authorities. By mid-week, Dr Abberle, the chair of the governors, had arranged for a meeting with National Program Committee members to discuss the impasse.
At Kevin’s meeting with Hanford, he had outlined his general plan and the governors decided to present those ideas to the Program Committee. One of the governors with political connections also was able to arrange for four MPs who represented Greater London, including their borough, to attend the meeting. Three were from the Labor Party and one was a Conservative. The meeting was arranged for the evening of the first Monday in December.
Jeremy and Amelia kept up their blog postings on The Realist blog, but they made a change in the blog’s web hosts. Porter was concerned that the newfound publicity of the blog would result in Jeremy becoming identified as the author and his link to the U.S. Embassy as a diplomat’s son disclosed. An embassy security expert worked with Kevin and Jeremy to check all of Jeremy’s uploads he had made to his blog and they were gratified to find that, except for a single case, all of his uploads had been made using the Tor network; his location had been masked by the anonymizing application. They knew that the original server which had hosted the blog was located in the U.S. and that Internet company’s policy was not to divulge the identity of its subscribers without a warrant for the investigation of a crime.
Kevin then worked with Jeremy to set up his blog on the server he had used for his anti-Program activities, just as he had done with Amelia’s blog a few weeks earlier, and the security person found that the software spawning the proxy server network was still running. Satisfied that any link between Jeremy’s blog and the embassy could not be found, the security person left Jeremy with the admonition to continue to be careful.
The following day after school, Jeremy and Amelia went to her flat to finish the moving of his blog to its new home. Jeremy copied the blog files onto Kevin’s server and deleted them from the old one. The two teens next took the summaries they had made of some of the FGM articles written by Amelia and her classmates, those which highlighted the human rights issues of the practice, and uploaded them to Jeremy’s blog.
Then Jeremy and Amelia posted their next article.
Human Rights: Mistreating Kids in the United Kingdom—Illegal and Legal Torture Too
The Realist has been exploring human rights problems which have been afflicting our society and we’re been concentrating on children, who are amongst its most vulnerable members. In an article last week, The Realist mentioned how a group of children took their own defence in hand and stood up for their individual rights, rights which were threatened by the adults who were charged to protect them.
A society where adults think that they have the right to inflict major harm, physical as well as psychological, on children, is an immoral society. Is British society immoral? The Realist believes that yes, it is, as long as its citizens tolerate the harming of its children.
Our last posting was about a custom which causes one form of extreme harm to children; it’s a custom that’s practised in over 30 countries world-wide: female genital mutilation or FGM. This is a primitive cultural practice which is common in the equatorial regions of Africa, Egypt, some middle-eastern and Southeast Asian countries, and shockingly by some immigrant communities in Europe, America, and Australia. You can read more about this terrible practice in our last article.
The victims of these mutilations are almost always young children, from infancy to early teens. A number of victims even die as a result of the procedure, which is typically done under primitive, unsanitary conditions. But, you ask, how does this affect children in the U.K.?
When people in various cultures emigrate to new countries, they bring their cultural practices with them, and sadly, genital mutilation, or cutting, is one such practice. FGM is, to coin a phrase, “alive and well” in England. According to a recent report, over 100,000 females from age 15 to 49 are believed to be living with FGM in England and Wales. This number includes about 10,000 girls under 15 years old.
While The Realist hasn’t been able to find any reports of the actual genital cutting procedure occurring in the U.K., we have found many reports about girls who are sent abroad, generally to their cultural homes in Africa, to undergo the procedure. A law passed by Parliament in 2003 made it a crime to send a British citizen or permanent resident abroad to be cut, but to date it seems that no one has been successfully prosecuted.
In parts of London, there are many children who have been mutilated by genital cutting, and some districts have the highest proportions of afflicted children in the nation—almost 5 percent of the girls in some schools have been cut. For example, The Realist has learned that in all of the secondary schools in London, schools where the Program is running, about 2 percent of the girls have had the mutilation. In fact, both of the girls who were “allegedly” assaulted by the Program officials at the independent school we wrote about last week—refer to the newspaper articles which covered that travesty—had been genitally mutilated, and one was severely injured when she was forcibly stripped and the man forced his fingers into her genitals.
And that brings us to the point of this article. FGM is a violation of children’s human rights. It’s torture under any definition, it’s also a permanent, life-altering mutilation. In a number of cases, it’s fatal. Girls who are mutilated cannot enjoy a normal life; their lives are afflicted with pain, infections, difficult childbearing, and higher infant mortality rates. The Realist urges that anyone who has the ability to do so, to do whatever they can to help stamp out this primitive practice.
Another abusive practice affecting children is happening right here in our country. Just like FGM, it’s a form of child torture too and must be eliminated. This home-grown abuse is known as the Naked in School Program and it’s actually a “legalized” form of torture. How is the Program like FGM, which has been made illegal in some countries, and how can it be called “torture”? Simple: both practices are imposed involuntarily on children by adults; they both affect only children. They’re both a form of severe abuse, rising to the level of torture, both physical and psychological. FGM is performed without benefit of anaesthesia and its pain and aftereffects last a lifetime. The Program produces severe psychological “pain” in many children whose effects may also last for a long time. Read past articles in The Realist if you need to be convinced of the psychological damage as well as some physical damage inflicted on children by the Program. Being driven to suicide seems to The Realist to be sufficient proof of its bad effects on vulnerable children.
Finally, a major advertised objective of the Program is to force a child to accept a one-size-fits-all idea of sexuality, close to the most explicit forms of sexual activity. Think about it—both FGM and the Program are intended to affect sexuality in opposite ways, the first one completely eliminating it and the second, legally mandating extreme forms of it, but both ways are radical, profound, and unhealthy.
Readers of The Realist can’t do very much individually to affect the FGM problem, but they certainly can influence whether their own children are hurt if they are told that they must participate in the Naked in School Program. The children at our now well-known independent school showed us how to protect them. They told us: “Just Say No!”
Amelia turned to Jeremy after the article was displayed on their screen.
“Wow, that looks so good! But how do we tell people how to find the new server?” she asked.
“Kevin had an idea; he was going to ask his expert contact in Jakarta,” Jeremy said. “He thought that there might be a way to redirect visitors to my old URL. I’m also going to send an email with this article to the newspapers who covered our first blog post and give them a link to the new blog. I found this email service where you can send anonymous emails; that will protect our identity. They limit it to sending to ten addresses to prevent spamming ... Ummm ... Amelia? What are you looking at?”
“Ah, you, Jeremy. You get such an intense look when you’re passionate about something. I love how you get all caught up in doing this work. Uh, Jeremy? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“‘Cause you’re gorgeous, honey. I love looking at you all the time...”
Their hands found each other’s and then their lips. Soon they were in an embrace, kissing passionately, tongues dueling, breaths panting, as the flat door opened and Denise came in.
“Oh!” all three exclaimed; then Denise laughed while the two teens blushed furiously.
“We ... we ... it’s just...” Jeremy began while Amelia buried her face in her hands.
Denise went to Jeremy and hugged him, then Amelia. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Don’t even think about it. You both care for each other, right?”
Amelia nodded, sniffling, while Jeremy said, “Oh yes!”
“Kevin and I see your care for each other all the time when we’re with you. So it’s perfectly okay to express your feelings of affection. In public you need to restrain yourselves, but in private, one of the best ways to show your affection is by physical contact. So don’t let me stop you, kids!” she chuckled as she went to change her clothes. “Jeremy, you’ll stay for dinner?” she called as she disappeared into her bedroom.
When Kevin returned to his flat, he discovered Amelia and Jeremy sitting at the desk in the main room, noses buried in Amelia’s laptop. Amelia jumped up, ran to Kevin, and hugged him tightly. “Oh, Kevin, I love you so much!” she exclaimed. Then she pulled back slightly and blushed. “Ahh, I mean ... You came so fast when I needed you ... OH! You’re like family, the brother I never had and you look out for me so well and...” “Amelia ... Amelia, sweetie, I love you too, you’re like the sister...
Kevin spoke, “All right, we saved this part of our presentation for the last because after that death-blow Denise just administered to the viability of your Program, we’ve got what perhaps could be a lifeline. You folks on the Program Committee couldn’t offer a way to do the Program here at Norwich Academy basically because there isn’t one. What if we try to take off the blinders and look at the Program’s objectives in a completely different way? Have a paradigm shift? “You all probably have...
The scene at Norwich Academy the following Monday morning was quite different from any other morning. The arriving students were all subdued, walking into the building and keeping mostly to themselves. Occasionally a few kids gathered to exchange some hasty comments but broke up just as quickly. Amelia, still moving fairly carefully, went to the office and handed in a note from the hospital that stated that she was not to engage in any strenuous activity or one where her surgical area could...
A week passed quietly; Amelia scheduled her doctor’s appointment for the coming Friday afternoon. One evening midweek, as the three were discussing how their days went, Amelia mentioned that the school had a new head teacher, Mr Hanford. “Miss Pittsdon left the school to move away ‘cuz her husband was transferred to Scotland,” Amelia said. “The new head isn’t very friendly.” “In what way?” Kevin asked. “He’s making new rules and won’t discuss them with students to give reasons. He made...
As the group gathered in the reception hall, a number of people appeared, entering the room from its main entrance. Kevin and Denise looked at them curiously, but Amelia grabbed Kevin’s arm. “It’s the prime minister!” she whispered to him in shock. “The education secretary too!” Wixom entered the room following Grayson, ushering in several other distinguished-looking individuals. Grayson, with Wixom at her elbow, walked up to Amelia and took her hands. “Wonderful to see you again, Amelia,...
December arrived, cold and wet. On the first Monday, sleet had begun falling in the early afternoon, as Kevin and Denise returned home to prepare for their evening meeting with the governors and National Program Committee officials. When the teens arrived home later, Jeremy told Kevin that he had arranged for the embassy driver to bring them to the school later. Kevin was packing his laptop as the teens came in. “Hi, Kevin, Denise,” the two echoed, then chuckled. Jeremy looked at Amelia....
That Saturday Kevin met Jeremy at the dojang for their weekly training. “Say, Jeremy,” Kevin said as he pulled on his dobak, your mom mentioned that you’ve gotten involved with writing about social problems.” “Oh yeah, I am,” he replied. “I think that governments and even religions have too much control over how people can treat each other, like when we were talking about honor killing—that’s a religious idea gone haywire, and the Naked in School Program, which is a crazy government...
Several weeks passed; the new year had arrived. Earlier in December, the Program Committee had taken Kevin’s suggestion and sent a video message to school officials. In it, the narrator reviewed each term found in the Program booklet which could be misinterpreted or had become controversial and explained the terms’ precise meanings. They had paid attention to Jeremy’s blog articles, too, and properly and unambiguously defined the terms in question. Also, Denise had met with a few ed school...
Monday evening arrived and Kevin and Denise went to the school for the governors’ meeting. School officials expected a large group attending and set the meeting up in the auditorium. The auditorium was packed, almost completely filled with parents; close to three-quarters of the parents had shown up. The head teacher, Mr Hanford, opened the meeting. “Good evening, parents, thank you for coming. I’m not surprised at the large turnout and we would have had a larger turnout except for the...
Activities at Norwich Academy had once again settled into normality. The only activity remotely Program-related—students’ names were no longer being read to participate—that kept the attention of the students were the occasional articles which appeared on The Realist blog, which was now being read far more faithfully than any school assignment. Late in the week, the students once again had a juicy topic to engage them; Jeremy and Amelia had created another Program posting... On Wednesday,...
“So what are we doing after today’s sparring matches?” Jeremy asked as they dressed in their dobaks. Kevin glanced at him. “Plan B. We’ll show you and Amelia about what we’re calling ‘sensitivity enhancement techniques.’ We’ll take showers before we leave here because we’ll want to be fresh. You’ll see why.” Jeremy looked at Kevin with a strange look, but Kevin was already going through the doorway. When they arrived at the flat later, Denise had the floor in the main room covered with...
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Its Seema . so much to tell about Godfather. Its old story of my school days. Some where in 2005-06. I was in seventh standard. So much excited to tell this story that I forget one thing. Many asked for my all stories links. Click on author name , in my case seema930, you will get all my names. So where we were …….. Old school days. Wow !!!! What days were those. All freshness in atmosphere, cool head, no knowledge of sex and bad things. I was so decent in those days. I love those days for many...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
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The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...
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I wasn’t sure just when or how the news of the surrender would be leaked to the press, but it didn’t take very long at all for the members of the Fourth Estate to make their presence known. Damn, they acted fast, I thought, but that was also very useful. Soon, they would be under my control, and the sooner that the public got used to the idea that I was in command, the better. It was also important to get people accustomed to the new legislation that would now be worldwide. That was also true...
My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender. It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had...
TabooThanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...
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