Catholic Education? Don't Be Daft, Lad

On the necesity of a Catholic Education – the Importance of the early years.

When I was six, my grandfather, a fine man in his way, a Mancunian, who had dragged himself up (his words) from being a colliery shunter to the dignity of a suit and a civil service job, told me that there was no Father Christmas.

“But he brings me presents,” I countered.

“Don’t be so daft, lad! Your Mam and Grandma and I put them in your room while you’re asleep. Father Christmas is a fairy tale – like God. God was invented by the ruling class to keep the lower class in order. You can’t believe all that rubbish.”

And so, I became a terrified agnostic and remained so until I was thirteen, unable to sleep at night for fear of a me-less universe, lying awake in the dark trying to imagine non-existence, until I was saved by GKC’s Father Brown.

Enough of me.

But is this what Catholics want for their children?

To expose them, at an age when they’re unarmed in their Faith, to the fully-armed secularism of the government, keeping the lower orders under control by destroying dissent to its inclusive doctrines?

To leave them in the sweetshop of multicultural education, where all beliefs and none are equal, so long as they leave God out of it?

To expose them to a supposedly Catholic education, and have them told by a Catholic teacher to roll condoms onto hockey sticks?

To have them told by a Catholic catechist that the Body and Blood of Christ are a joyful meeting, party, and meal, just like Diwali or Eid ul Fatr etc, etc?

And all this without any armoury, except what the family can provide, to defend what they want to and ought to believe.

Because this is what they will get, from the Catholic Education Service of England and Wales.

Happy with that?