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the behavior of the kids; I noticed it when I saw them during the
recess on my first day here. So intimidated, afraid, scared shitless,
I could only imagine what they have gone through,” Anton
insisted.
Dylan didn’t make any comment for a while. He only
stopped and lighted another cigarette while Anton kept on separating
the cloths in piles. Then Dylan said almost as if he didn’t
want anybody to listen to his soft words: “you know there is no
perfect system anywhere in the world. There are always things
that don’t go right from beginning to end, but try to look at it
with a neutral eye. Try to see it through the eyes of the people
responsible with the education of these children. Yes I know, certain
things have occurred here that I’d call unjustifiable,” Dylan
said “since this whole operation is run by the church, but think
of all its good intentions: to make good law abiding citizens of
these savages who one day might respond and act the way we do.
Yes, I know harsh discipline sometimes goes too far, perhaps isn’t
the best approach but think not of today and what these kids go
through but the light at the end of the tunnel and how good they
might become one day. No organization could function without
austere rules and their enforcement.”
“Yes, of course, the big picture; I understand Dylan,”
Anton answered, “but why try to mold a whole generation of
children in the ideals of another society with totally different
beliefs instead of leaving them in their own world and try to
understand them, let them speak their language, let them follow
their customs instead of nurturing ours in them, which they’ll
reject and resent forever, when we only have to simply listen?
Certainly the world needs a dialogue instead of an iron fist Dylan,
the world needs discussion instead of ultimatums and enforced
ideas; I believe that these kids, the savages, as they are named will