Tuesday, February 24th, 2009
Refighting old battles…
Over at JJ’s place, I casually mentioned that I was involved in a book-banning row in high school in the comments section of her post on an effort to ban Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale in a Toronto-area school. Naturally, JJ wanted to hear the dirt on my experience:
What happened? Details! I’ve never met anyone who’s actually attended a school where books were banned (or burned).
Your Majesty, the pain you tell me to revive is not something that can easily be spoken of — how the Christian Coalition overthrew the wealth of Round Rock ISD and its school board for which we mourn, and things which I personally saw to my cost and of which I was a minor part. Who in telling such a tale even if one of the Alliance Defense Fund or the American Center for Law and Justice or a soldier of steel-hearted Bill Donohue could keep himself from tears? Besides, the night’s dew is already falling from the sky, and the setting stars urge sleep. But if such is your passion to learn of our misfortunes, and hear briefly of the final agony of Westwood High School, although my mind shudders at the memory, and shies away from the grief, I shall begin.*
My memory’s a bit hazy since this took place about 15 years ago (~1994). That spring (while I was still in 8th Grade), a bunch of Christian Coalition-sponsored candidates got voted onto the school board in one of those stealth electoral candidacies that Ralph “Friend of Abramoff” Reed pioneered. As soon as the list of books us incoming freshmen were required to read for class was released, a parent complained (perhaps because he/she realized he/she had a friendly board to work with), and we were off to the book-burning races. The whole thing culminated in the one public hearing in late September/early October that they consented to (in order to preserve the pretense of democracy), where the vast majority of public opinion (which included several well-spoken students) was solidly against any modern-day reenactment of the Bonfire of the Vanities. Realizing the backlash they had created by their actions, the board quietly dropped the matter, but the damage was done. They were promptly voted out in the next school board election.
During the whole row, one of the local papers frequently editorialized in favor the book banning, which prompted my mother to send a fiery letter-to-the-editor suggesting that if the slightest presence of T3h Sexx0rz in a work is grounds for banning, then we ought to ban the Bible. (The ostensible objection to most of the works — Bless Me, Ultima was on the chopping block for different reasons — was the presence of sexual content. However, the fact that most of the books up for banning were by ethnic minorities made my parents darkly suspicious of what the real reason for the crusade was.) You can just imagine the shitstorm that stirred up. Dad was (only half-jokingly) worried about someone firebombing the house. Naturally, when the school board was voted out, the nakedly biased headline in the above newspaper read “West-side vote swings election.” Ugh.
There are three codas to this story — two of the “Take THAT!” variety, and one ironic.
Take THAT™ Coda #1: Dad frequently says that the 1994 Round Rock ISD Bonfire of the Vanities inspired him to read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and Bless Me, Ultima, and he enjoyed the hell out of them.
Take THAT™ Coda#2: That spring, after the wingnut school board had been voted out, our school was “treated” to a mandatory abstinence-only assembly in the gym. I don’t remember the exact content of the program, but I guess that it was a sort of precursor to True Love Waits… I didn’t put two and two together at the time, but looking back on it, I suspect that this was the outgoing board’s “Fuck you!” to the voters who had unceremoniously kicked them to the curb in the recent school board election. (“Recent” being early 1995.) These days, I tend to count it as one of the three major things that turned me off of organized religion.
Ironic Coda: One of the students (who was a senior at the time) who had spoken so eloquently against the book challenges revealed herself as a fetus fetishist in an op-ed in the last issue of the school newspaper that year.




