Surviving an unholy school war
Larry Buttrose; 17/5/08
I was born into a loving family. As far as I can remember, my parents never smacked me; hardly even raised their voices. But they were churchgoing Roman Catholics and, a few weeks after my fifth birthday, one summer morning my mother walked me from our home to the local parish school. Things there were very different. I vividly recall the red carbolic-scrubbed face of the young Irish nun swathed all in black who met us, and the strange gleam in her eye. Within days she was belting us with a cane, and being a left-hander I was singled out for special treatment; my hand beaten hard and often so I could no longer hold my pencil in “the hand of the devil”.
See: http://www.smh.com.au/news/world/surviving-an-unholy-school-war/2008/05/16/1210765174220.html
Tags: Australia, Catholic Schooling, Christianity