The Way of Light

The Netherlands is a country known for its religious,reminiscent of its past when it was an integrated part
ideological and ethnical tolerance. But what is perhapsof the monastery still located in the adjacent building. A
less known is that it is also a country religiously dividedfew monks even taught some classes there until as
into a northern part dominated by a culture oflate as the early 80s. I will not draw out all the petty
Calvinism and a southern part, which is predominantlyarguments, my naively offending inquiries into the
Catholic. Today, when people speak of 'below thereasons for certain rules and disciplinary
rivers' they refer to the Catholic provinces and whenmeasurements that followed, and the tensions
they talk about 'above the rivers' they are pointing tobetween me and the school master and head
the Calvinist provinces north of the geographicalteachers that arose. Enough to draw out a particular
border of the rivers Maas, Waal and Rhine, whichscene, which engrained itself in my precious and
roughly run parallel to this historical and culturalunraveling awareness as a budding teenager. It was
border.When the Netherlands declared independencethis experience, which was to become my sobering
from Spain in 1579 by the Union of Utrecht and were'way of light' while finding my way through the dreary
recognized by the peace agreement with Spain by thelabyrinth of the world.Once, we were given back our
signing of the Treaty of Munster in 1648, 'the Lowgraded Latin exam to review. We could take them
Lands' (as the Netherlands is literally translated), did nothome with us, but had to hand them in the very next
include the southern provinces. Only with the defeat ofday. Of course, it came to be that I forgot to pack my
Napoleon and the Congress of Vienna in 1815 werepapers and I apologized, pledging I would bring back the
these provinces included, and not until 1831 whenexam the next day. But it caused my teacher great
Belgium gained independence were the bordersanger and he punished me by ordering me to hand
constituted that comprise the Netherlands as we knowcopy the school's regulations and hand them in with the
it. Culturally though, the southern provinces andexam the next day. Unfortunately too, I was the only
especially the province of Limburg (the hind leg of thestudent who had forgotten his exam and I suspected
Dutch lion) where I grew up belonged to the Catholica personal vendetta in his harsh and unreasonable
sphere of influence. Even in present day thepunishment. Now I understand his reaction was a
Netherlands, it makes a huge difference in attitude andtypical scholastic pedagogical method that must be
perspective on life if you are from above or fromcommon in the Catholic training of a teacher, but I also
below the rivers.As a child I slept in the attic room ofresented his incompetence as a pedagogue who
our home, which had 5 windows that looked likefailed to acknowledge the reasonable nature of the
embrasures cut out in the rooftop. In the small distancechild I was.At first I didn't, no couldn't, take his response
that separated the small town of Papenhoven fromserious and in a calm manner of disbelief I politely
adjoining Obbicht to the south, I could see the churchreplied: 'I am sorry, I will return my exam tomorrow.' I
belfry in the center of town rising high above itscouldn't and still don't see the loss of returning the
surrounding, the short line of farms and single familyexam one day later, but it seemed to make a huge
houses of red brick stone and tilted tile roofs. Lookingdifference for my teacher, who insisted.The next day I
out of a 'loophole' in my little fortress in the attic, to thecame to school and handed in my exam without the
west I looked over fields of golden grain stalks billowingcomposition, which as a result accumulated to a
like ocean waves to a slight breeze. From my windowdoubling of the writing imposition for each extra day I
I could clearly see the river Maas cutting through thewas late. In the following lessons again it was doubled
landscape meandering along, and at the other bank ofuntil finally I was excluded from Latin classes overall
the river, Belgium. I lived on the narrowest stroke ofand was called into the principal's office to explain my
land in the Netherlands, where Belgium and Germanybehavior.The school principal, Bitsch, had the posture of
squeeze the hind leg of the Dutch lion. On the othera saturated pig, adorned with a friendly neighbor's smile,
side of our house was the Juliana canal and only 2 orin which I hoped to find the insight of reason. Maybe I
3 miles further to the east lay Germany, the oldshould have abandoned all hope the moment I entered
heartland of Charlemagne, buried in the nearby famoushis office and heard him recite a quote from the Bible.
Dom of Aachen. Like in Belgium, most people inOf course I forgot the quote, as I also did not know the
Limburg are Catholic, so are the schools, the socceranswer to his question of where in the Bible the quote
clubs and of course the 'fanfare', the drill band to bewas located. He provided the answer for me, although
found in each small town in Limburg. The 'EpiscopalI could not know if he was sincere in answering, more
College', my secondary school, was located in Sittard,than I had been. His 'compromise' was for me to copy
a border town with Germany and 5 miles from mythe school regulations ten times by hand, encouraging
home. Diligently for almost 6 years, I bicycled everyme to be the wiser of the two and just swallow my
morning through the alternating corn and grain fields,pride. This halfhearted attempt to reason made an
meadows and small villages on my way to school.Ieven weaker impression upon me than the complete
never liked school very much, not even my Catholiclack of it in my authoritative Latin teacher Hanssen.
primary school, the Saint Joseph school. At first ofThe punishment was ridiculous from the start and I
course, I didn't think much of it, like small children nevercould not submit myself to ridicule. The main conclusion
do. The world to small children is simply what existsI drew from this was that my enthusiasm for formal
immediately around them. To the young child's mind,education definitively cracked and it was not long after
there is no other happiness than the one thatthis that I would drop out of the 'Episcopal
surrounds them. At Catholic school we would say ourcurriculum.'Despite dropping out of school, I never lost
prayers each morning before lessons started, and onmy enthusiasm for learning. However, I never lost my
Friday and Tuesday mornings the local priest wouldskepticism for formal education and have become an
teach Bible classes. All this constituted my childhoodautodidact by heart. I consider learning a life-long
happiness in which I participated wholeheartedly like allobligation without end in the line of Comenius' thought. I
children did, even though my parents were from abovethink back of my days at school now with a certain
the rivers, and even though now the faithfulness ofbitterness for the professional pedagogues who could
Catholicism is a strange entity to me. As a young child Inot recognize a child's nature and instead of stimulating
didn't give it much reflection, nor could I. With theit to find its own path, they attempted to curb and
wisdom of hindsight, it might look cruel that it wasbend it to serve their own purpose. Nevertheless, I am
always Mohammed, the Moroccan kid whom thea warmhearted supporter of education for all and the
substitute teacher used to pick on, until one day theprinciples promoted more than 400 years earlier by the
teacher, holding him firmly by his neck, pushing him outCzech educational reformer Jan Amos Comenius.
of the classroom, ended up busting his head through aComenius was born in 1592 and brought up in Bohemia
glass panel in the door. Yet, I didn't think much of it.in the present day Czech Republic; and like I did,
Now, of course I recognize the scholastic methods ofComenius suffered from incompetent teachers as a
Jesuitism, and the dominance of structured discipline inchild. But despite their incompetence, he grew to love
Catholicism at my school over the Protestant's carelearning and proper education as the pillar of societal
for nurturing each child's inner nature and the diversityreform and human progress.In a time of fierce religious
of individual personalities. I didn't think much of it, evenconflicts, Comenius was the head of the Union of
though my most profound school memory has alwaysBrethren, the first Reformed Church in Europe, which
been boredom and aloofness from the Catholicfollowed the principles of the Czech reformer Jan Hus
methods of education.My parents of course did not(1369-1415) and was brutally suppressed by the Jesuit
grow up in Limburg, but they moved there when I wasKing Ferdinand of Habsburg. Despite the incredible
barely a few weeks old. They raised me in thehardship he would suffer in life, from an early loss of
progressive spirit of northern reformers like Comenius,parents, wife and children, home and experiencing the
Rousseau and Froebel, allowing me as a young child toHabsburgian contra-Reformist suppression and the
explore my own needs, drives, feelings and thoughtscruelties of the 30-Years War between the Catholic
and form my own personality freely andLeague and the Protestant German princes, Comenius
spontaneously. The only limitations I faced were thewas able to find his way out of the 'Labyrinth of the
limitations of common reason, which were withoutWorld' and regain the 'Paradise of the Heart'. His book
exception explained to me rationally after which it wasof that title would become a classic in European
left to me to decide on my actions AND bear theliterature, while Comenius himself grew to become one
consequences that resulted from them. This of courseof the most celebrated educational reformers in
was the worst preparation for attending a Catholichistory. He advocated reforming the old medieval
school one can imagine, with its more rigorousscholastic method and introducing a more child-friendly
perception of social hierarchy and educational method.method of education, which in our time has become so
Yet, alternatives to attend other schools are scarce inevident.Being a refugee most of his life, Comenius was
Limburg unless you are able and willing to travel morefinally settled in tolerant Amsterdam in 1556 until he
than an hour daily to reach one of the few Montessoridied in 1570. He now lies buried in the Wallonian Church
schools in the south. Thus, my parents being pragmaticin Naarden, the Netherlands, a place of pilgrimage for
and practical people, I completed Saint Joseph'smany Czechs, to whom Comenius is one of their
elementary school and entered a Catholic secondarybiggest national heroes.
school called the 'Episcopal College', a name