AIDS Prevention among Schoolchildren


In Belgium the World Aids prevention day is a day of celebration for many. First and foremost for those who earn a living by it, especially the many government funded social workers who never need to go near an AIDS patient but spend their time “increasing awareness” among the masses. One powerful group in this respect is the Belgian organisation SENSOA (abbreviated from: “Increasing Awareness about Sexually Transmitted Diseases”).

Because AIDS is such a terrible thing, no-one dares to question or criticise these people’s activities. Their funds increase with every AIDS campaign and the government gives them any other convenience their work may require. Such as access to the nation’s schoolchildren through the school curriculum and extracurricular activities.

Their latest activity is an exhibition and activities book about sex and relationships that targets children of preschool and primary school age. It is a permanent exhibition in one of the oldest educational science centres in the country, housed in the former St. Peter’s Abbey in the town of Ghent. The initiative is hailed with enthusiasm by the entire press. “In the exhibition you are allowed to peep into the bathroom and overhear what is happening in the bedroom. Even dirty jokes are permitted,” one newspaper burbles.

We want to teach the children that willies come in all shapes and sizes. There are hands-on activities for six-year olds, with crooked, straight and circumcised willies”, the organisers tell another newspaper. Yet another paper: “Onto a doll covered in Velcro they can stick bodyparts at will, choosing between small breasts or sagging tits, between big willies and small ones that stick out in all directions.” The local councillor for education proudly proclaims: “We have no taboos here.


A journalist from Antwerp writes: “By turning blocks the children can put together a mum or dad of their own. Naked or dressed. Or they can make two mums or two dads. All types of relationships are shown. When you peep through a hole you can see two bears buttering bread and much more [from a Dutch nursery rhyme along the lines of “the animals went in two by two”]. And you can see the sleeping beauty having safe sex with her prince.” “And through the peephole you also get to admire various sexual positions: the two bears illustrate that it doesn’t always need to be a man on a woman,” adds another.

And they go on: “In the orgasm corner you can explore Ken and Barbie’s erogenous zones with the click of a mouse on a computerscreen.” “The best part is the little room where the children can experience it all themselves. You can hear the sounds and watch a film showing the mouths of people in orgastic climax.” “Anyone who is at secondary school gets a condom as an ‘entry ticket.’ So they can practise how to use it on an artificial penis at the end of the exhibition.”

The exhibition is not an excessive or isolated item, but fits in nicely with what is taught in schools as sex education, social education, biology, hygiene and even catechism. The regional Department of Education in Flanders (the Dutch-speaking northern half of Belgium) includes a “gay [holebi in Dutch] office” which has a say in all the curricula the department sets. One of the basic requirements for government approval of school certificates and for subsidies is the inclusion of “sexual diversity” education in all aspects of the school programmes (by decree of the regional parliament of Flanders). And the homosexual activists are now civil servants, paid with taxpayers’ money for the privilege of being allowed to incorporate their agenda, undiluted, into every aspect of the education of Flemish children from preschool through grade twelve.

As John Stuart Mill might have said...

For some reason the article reminded me of what I wrote a long time ago, in a booklet with the title "On Liberty":

"A general state education is a mere contrivance for moulding people to be exactly like one another; and the mould in which it casts them is that which pleases the predominant power in the government, whether this be a monarch, a priesthood, an aristocracy, or the majority of the existing generation. In proportion as it is efficient, it establishes a despotism over the mind, leading by natural tendency to one over the body."

At the time I wrote that, I had no idea of the influence career-bureaucrats, embedded advocacy groups, and assorted zealots would gain in making and implementing policy, especially, it seems, education policy. And I had no idea that a gullible, copy-hungry press would come to accept every hare-brained scheme produced by these "experts" as "progress". I should have known better. Perhaps next to the teachers themselves, newspaper hacks are the easiest victims of educational despotism: too smart to remain beneath the politically correct line of the moment, yet too dumb to rise above it.

The article also reminded me of what my compatriot Aldous Huxley wrote in the preface to the 1946 edition of his "Brave New World":

"The most important Manhattan Projects of the future will be vast government-sponsored enquiries into what the politicians and the participating scientists will call ‘the problem of happiness’ — in other words, the problem of making people love their servitude."

He also noted “as political and economic freedom diminishes, sexual freedom tends compensatingly to increase.” Maybe it's old age, but now that we have taboos on everything except sex and religion, I find myself cherishing the memory of a time when the only taboos were on sex and religion.

Perhaps, though, sexual freedom is not so much compensation for the loss of political and economic freedom as it is the main part of the solution to the problem of making people love their servitude. As every animal trainer knows, even ferocious beasts can be made to sit, stand, jump, and roll over once one knows how to play on their desires. Convince man that gratification of the animal passions that he discovers in puberty and begins to explore in adolescence is the acme of his freedom and he'll accept slavery as his natural right. (Heck, what am I saying! I once was a champion of the utilitarian creed myself, wasn't I?)

Healthy sex education

And then after the exhibition when the kids go home they can play 'housy' with their siblings or friends and be 'mom and dad having sex'. Or mom and mom having sex, that's easier to play for a kid.

And oh yeah, for the teens, why don't you try being 'really naughty' and having sex without a condom. It gives you the extra kick of taking a risk.

Clearly, unhealthy sex education.

So what is healthy sex education?
As far as I can remember I have always know where babies came from. This was because I liked to look at the pictures in my mother's pregnancy books, and she would explain then to me. I knew that the seeds coming from dad's penis would race each other to the cell which was already in mom's body, and that the first one would become one with the cell and the baby started to grow. I had seen all the pictures of the seeds moving through the vagina, and of the conception and I knew exactly what happened with the baby before it was born. I remember knowing that the seeds came from dads penis and the cell was already inside mum and that the conception happened at night. I think that was the info my mom gave me and it was enough for me to make my own theory which I was perfectly satisfied with. At night when mom and dad's where both asleep the seeds would come from dads penis and hop across the bed and go into mom's vagina. And this happened because mom and dad where married. When I was a little bit older I wondered how the seeds could find their way across the bed all by themselves (because they didn't have eyes) so I asked my mom and she told me they didn't have to do that by themselves but daddy would help them by bringing his penis inside mom. I remember being a bit surprised because this was something I hadn't thought about, and I remember being a bit dissapointed because it was really not half as sensational as my theory. Ah well, that's life. So you see, I knew all about sex before I was six years old and after my mother's dissapointing answer I didn't bother thinking about it again untill I got the whole dose over me at high school.
By the way, I grew up in one of those 'very conservative' families where 'talking about sex is a taboo'. Now I am a 22 year old who realizes the beautiful value of sex to show love and pass on the life that God created. And yes, I have decided to save it as a wedding present for my husband!

Fun and games

Down our local infants school they play a game (based on Pin the Tail on the Donkey) called Pin the Symptom on the AIDS Patient. The children have a lifesized picture of a naked body noticeably racked with disease, and they get to choose which ailments they reckon the patient is suffering from. The choice is great.

The very little ones (aged 5 to 7) can choose from the more straightforward ones like lack of energy, weight loss, frequent fevers and sweats, thrush, sore throat, severe or recurring vaginal yeast infections, chronic pelvic inflammatory disease, herpes zoster, extreme fatigue, rapid weight loss, bruising, long-lasting bouts of diarrhoea, welling or hardening of glands located in the throat, armpit, or groin, periods of continued, deep, dry coughing, shortness of breath, unexplained bleeding from growths on the skin or from mucous membranes, recurring or unusual skin rashes, severe numbness or pain in the hands or feet, the loss of muscle control and reflex, paralysis or loss of muscular strength, and - a real winner this one - an altered state of consciousness, personality change, or mental deterioration.

The 8 and 9 year olds, especially the fluent readers, can also choose from mycobacterium avium complex, tuberculosis, salmonellosis, bacillary angiomatosis, cytomegalovirus, viral hepatitis, herpes, human papillomavirus, progressive multifocal leukoencephalopathy, candidiasis, cryptococcal meningitis, pneumocystis carinii pneumonia, toxoplasmosis, cryptosporidiosis, Kaposi's sarcoma and lymphoma.

Of course at the moment they aren't allowed to play the game as they are too busy rehearsing the Nativity Play for the upcoming Winterval celebrations.

Bob Doney