A POLITICAL PARTY, Vox, promotes in Spain the implementation of the parental pin to oppose the “indoctrination in gender ideology that our children suffer in educational centers, against the will and against the moral principles of parents”. He proposes that in the face of any subject, talk or workshop whose subject “affects socially controversial moral issues or about sexuality that may be intrusive to the conscience and intimacy of our children,” an express authorization is requested from the parents. A conviction emerges from the quoted text: that every father knows with certainty what is convenient for his children and that these, in addition, must share their moral principles. It is a rare idea.
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The Convention on the Rights of the Child considers children subject to law and not mere objects of protection. My parents didn't think about that when they hung on the bed in their bedroom — what place — a scroll with the words of Khalil Gibrán: “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life (...). You can give them your love, but not your thoughts. Well, they have their own thoughts. ” I said that my parents did not think about that when they hung up the little square because the Convention was signed in 1989, when I had left that house for five years, but especially because they were not so progressive: when caring for the hymen and the appearances — age to have a boyfriend, long in the miniskirt — were far from that Zen look and tried to impose his will. My reaction, strategically based on the square, was to shout "I am not yours and I do what I want!" I didn't do everything I wanted. And neither do they. The result was not so bad. But many pay that conviction - that every parent knows what is convenient for their children - with blood and psychic health. In April 2019, the NGO Save the Children warned that one in four Spanish children suffers violence from their legal guardians: physical and psychological abuse. In one in four families, parents impose themselves by force, with the certainty of knowing what is best. Because, as Negan said in The Walking Dead , season 9, "you never think you're on the side of the bad guys, you always think yours are the good ones." I, for example, believe that the good guys were my history teacher who played his skin in April 1982 (Lieutenant Colonel Galtieri, at the head of the dictatorship that ruled Argentina between 1976 and 1983, had just declared war on the Kingdom United invading the Falkland Islands), when he told us: “Today we don't teach. Let's talk about why this war is the madness of a madman. ” Or my philosophy professor who, in the face of everyone's stupor, defended before the authorities a pregnant companion who had been beaten to death by her parents for being pregnant. Or the one who suggested that, if I didn't want to be an escort of the flag and go to official events (I didn't want to), I would paint my nails red so they couldn't force me (during the dictatorship, jeans and painted nails were forbidden at school). Or the one who spoke to us with contempt of the students who had written a cruel phrase in the men's room addressed to our drawing teacher, who was gay even though he didn't say it. The education in my house was stimulating, my parents were enlightened, they were not in favor of the dictatorship. But they also did not agree with the loss of virginity before marriage or with a girl of 15 painting her nails, and homosexuality and war were things that happened to others. “Your true educators (…) reveal to you (…) the basic matter of your being, something not at all susceptible to being educated or trained, but (…) hardly accessible, tight, paralyzed: your educators cannot be anything other than your liberators ”, Wrote Nietzsche. In full dictatorship, with minimal gestures, some teachers made me think against: of my parents, of the time, of the prejudices of my parents, of mine. But those are antiques. Those who promote the parental pin are true children of their time: a time in which only ideas of those who think as one are swallowed, are copulated with regurgitated prejudices and ruminating masturbatory inside a comfortable cage. The school is not an ideal place. But it used to be a place where we were expected to learn, among other things, that the family ecosystem is not the only one that exists. That it is not, above all, a destiny to which we must submit.
