The Way of Light

The Netherlands is a country known for its religious,when it was an integrated part of the monastery still
ideological and ethnical tolerance. But what is perhapslocated in the adjacent building. A few monks even
less known is that it is also a country religiouslytaught some classes there until as late as the early
divided into a northern part dominated by a culture80s. I will not draw out all the petty arguments, my
of Calvinism and a southern part, which isnaively offending inquiries into the reasons for certain
predominantly Catholic. Today, when people speak ofrules and disciplinary measurements that followed,
'below the rivers' they refer to the Catholic provincesand the tensions between me and the school master
and when they talk about 'above the rivers' they areand head teachers that arose. Enough to draw out a
pointing to the Calvinist provinces north of theparticular scene, which engrained itself in my precious
geographical border of the rivers Maas, Waal andand unraveling awareness as a budding teenager. It
Rhine, which roughly run parallel to this historical andwas this experience, which was to become my
cultural border.When the Netherlands declaredsobering 'way of light' while finding my way through
independence from Spain in 1579 by the Union ofthe dreary labyrinth of the world.Once, we were
Utrecht and were recognized by the peacegiven back our graded Latin exam to review. We
agreement with Spain by the signing of the Treatycould take them home with us, but had to hand
of Munster in 1648, 'the Low Lands' (as thethem in the very next day. Of course, it came to be
Netherlands is literally translated), did not include thethat I forgot to pack my papers and I apologized,
southern provinces. Only with the defeat of Napoleonpledging I would bring back the exam the next day.
and the Congress of Vienna in 1815 were theseBut it caused my teacher great anger and he
provinces included, and not until 1831 when Belgiumpunished me by ordering me to hand copy the
gained independence were the borders constitutedschool's regulations and hand them in with the exam
that comprise the Netherlands as we know it.the next day. Unfortunately too, I was the only
Culturally though, the southern provinces andstudent who had forgotten his exam and I
especially the province of Limburg (the hind leg ofsuspected a personal vendetta in his harsh and
the Dutch lion) where I grew up belonged to theunreasonable punishment. Now I understand his
Catholic sphere of influence. Even in present day thereaction was a typical scholastic pedagogical method
Netherlands, it makes a huge difference in attitudethat must be common in the Catholic training of a
and perspective on life if you are from above orteacher, but I also resented his incompetence as a
from below the rivers.As a child I slept in the atticpedagogue who failed to acknowledge the
room of our home, which had 5 windows that lookedreasonable nature of the child I was.At first I didn't,
like embrasures cut out in the rooftop. In the smallno couldn't, take his response serious and in a calm
distance that separated the small town ofmanner of disbelief I politely replied: 'I am sorry, I will
Papenhoven from adjoining Obbicht to the south, Ireturn my exam tomorrow.' I couldn't and still don't
could see the church belfry in the center of townsee the loss of returning the exam one day later, but
rising high above its surrounding, the short line ofit seemed to make a huge difference for my
farms and single family houses of red brick stone andteacher, who insisted.The next day I came to school
tilted tile roofs. Looking out of a 'loophole' in my littleand handed in my exam without the composition,
fortress in the attic, to the west I looked over fieldswhich as a result accumulated to a doubling of the
of golden grain stalks billowing like ocean waves to awriting imposition for each extra day I was late. In
slight breeze. From my window I could clearly see thethe following lessons again it was doubled until finally I
river Maas cutting through the landscape meanderingwas excluded from Latin classes overall and was
along, and at the other bank of the river, Belgium. Icalled into the principal's office to explain my
lived on the narrowest stroke of land in thebehavior.The school principal, Bitsch, had the posture
Netherlands, where Belgium and Germany squeezeof a saturated pig, adorned with a friendly neighbor's
the hind leg of the Dutch lion. On the other side ofsmile, in which I hoped to find the insight of reason.
our house was the Juliana canal and only 2 or 3 milesMaybe I should have abandoned all hope the moment
further to the east lay Germany, the old heartland ofI entered his office and heard him recite a quote
Charlemagne, buried in the nearby famous Dom offrom the Bible. Of course I forgot the quote, as I
Aachen. Like in Belgium, most people in Limburg arealso did not know the answer to his question of
Catholic, so are the schools, the soccer clubs and ofwhere in the Bible the quote was located. He
course the 'fanfare', the drill band to be found in eachprovided the answer for me, although I could not
small town in Limburg. The 'Episcopal College', myknow if he was sincere in answering, more than I had
secondary school, was located in Sittard, a borderbeen. His 'compromise' was for me to copy the
town with Germany and 5 miles from my home.school regulations ten times by hand, encouraging me
Diligently for almost 6 years, I bicycled every morningto be the wiser of the two and just swallow my
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 childrencould not submit myself to ridicule. The main
never do. The world to small children is simply whatconclusion I drew from this was that my enthusiasm
exists immediately around them. To the young child'sfor formal education definitively cracked and it was
mind, there is no other happiness than the one thatnot long after this that I would drop out of the
surrounds them. At Catholic school we would say our'Episcopal curriculum.'Despite dropping out of school, I
prayers each morning before lessons started, and onnever lost my enthusiasm for learning. However, I
Friday and Tuesday mornings the local priest wouldnever lost my skepticism for formal education and
teach Bible classes. All this constituted my childhoodhave become an autodidact by heart. I consider
happiness in which I participated wholeheartedly likelearning a life-long obligation without end in the line of
all children did, even though my parents were fromComenius' thought. I think back of my days at school
above the rivers, and even though now thenow with a certain bitterness for the professional
faithfulness of Catholicism is a strange entity to me.pedagogues who could not recognize a child's nature
As a young child I didn't give it much reflection, norand instead of stimulating it to find its own path, they
could I. With the wisdom of hindsight, it might lookattempted to curb and bend it to serve their own
cruel that it was always Mohammed, the Moroccanpurpose. Nevertheless, I am a warmhearted
kid whom the substitute teacher used to pick on,supporter of education for all and the principles
until one day the teacher, holding him firmly by hispromoted more than 400 years earlier by the Czech
neck, pushing him out of the classroom, ended upeducational reformer Jan Amos Comenius. Comenius
busting his head through a glass panel in the door.was born in 1592 and brought up in Bohemia in the
Yet, I didn't think much of it. Now, of course Ipresent day Czech Republic; and like I did, Comenius
recognize the scholastic methods of Jesuitism, andsuffered from incompetent teachers as a child. But
the dominance of structured discipline in Catholicismdespite their incompetence, he grew to love learning
at my school over the Protestant's care for nurturingand proper education as the pillar of societal reform
each child's inner nature and the diversity of individualand human progress.In a time of fierce religious
personalities. I didn't think much of it, even thoughconflicts, Comenius was the head of the Union of
my most profound school memory has always beenBrethren, the first Reformed Church in Europe, which
boredom and aloofness from the Catholic methodsfollowed the principles of the Czech reformer Jan Hus
of education.My parents of course did not grow up in(1369-1415) and was brutally suppressed by the
Limburg, but they moved there when I was barely aJesuit King Ferdinand of Habsburg. Despite the
few weeks old. They raised me in the progressiveincredible hardship he would suffer in life, from an
spirit of northern reformers like Comenius, Rousseauearly loss of parents, wife and children, home and
and Froebel, allowing me as a young child to exploreexperiencing the Habsburgian contra-Reformist
my own needs, drives, feelings and thoughts andsuppression and the cruelties of the 30-Years War
form my own personality freely and spontaneously.between the Catholic League and the Protestant
The only limitations I faced were the limitations ofGerman princes, Comenius was able to find his way
common reason, which were without exceptionout of the 'Labyrinth of the World' and regain the
explained to me rationally after which it was left to'Paradise of the Heart'. His book of that title would
me to decide on my actions AND bear thebecome a classic in European literature, while
consequences that resulted from them. This ofComenius himself grew to become one of the most
course was the worst preparation for attending acelebrated educational reformers in history. He
Catholic school one can imagine, with its moreadvocated reforming the old medieval scholastic
rigorous perception of social hierarchy and educationalmethod and introducing a more child-friendly method
method. Yet, alternatives to attend other schools areof education, which in our time has become so
scarce in Limburg unless you are able and willing toevident.Being a refugee most of his life, Comenius
travel more than an hour daily to reach one of thewas finally settled in tolerant Amsterdam in 1556 until
few Montessori schools in the south. Thus, myhe died in 1570. He now lies buried in the Wallonian
parents being pragmatic and practical people, IChurch in Naarden, the Netherlands, a place of
completed Saint Joseph's elementary school andpilgrimage for many Czechs, to whom Comenius is
entered a Catholic secondary school called theone of their biggest national heroes.
'Episcopal College', a name reminiscent of its past