God works for Barnet Homes !

Having had the rather interesting diversion of a theological debate on this blog, with exquisite timing Mrs Angry has discovered that Barnet Homes have engaged the services of an evangelical christian group to "help them with their work". Her blog is well worth a read - http://wwwbrokenbarnet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/obviously-god-has-plan-how-government.html - because it is truly mindboggling that such a thing is happening. It appears that officers from Barnet Homes are being trained by members of  "Christians against Poverty". This group is open in its aims of using its charity work to proseletyse victims of poverty.

Before I give my opinions, let me put my cards on the table here. I work as a volunteer for an organisation "The Passage" http://www.passage.org.uk/ , a homeless daycentre, which is a charity set up by the Catholic Church. When I read about "Christian Poverty Action" and the way they work I was shocked. The Passage is funded by Westmintser Council for some of its outreach work and is well respected in the field. This grant is provided to perform specific work and the way the cash is administered is controlled and has democratic accountability. One of the conditions is that the charity performs its role professionally and with respect to the clients. This means not proseletysing them, amongst other things. I would estimate that maybe 50% if not more of the volunteers I work with are not Roman Catholics and a fair few are of no religion at all. It is made 100% clear to all volunteers that their job is to help people, not to convert them. People are expected to be professional in their dealings with clients. In the two years I've been volunteering, I don't think I've ever once discussed religion with a client, let alone invited them to pray. The centre would not work if that sort of attitude played any part in the equation. It most certainly wouldn't work for any of the volunteers who I work with. People work at the centre because it gives the chance for people in a desperate situation to turn around their lives. I would find it repulsive if the organisation attached strings to the work it does. I hope that gives my comments a degree of context.

So returning to "Christians against Poverty". Mrs Angry highlighted the following extract from the Barnet CAP blog "We had some amazing news this month when one of our old clients decided she wanted to ACCEPT JESUS as her Lord and Saviour." http://barnetsouthcap.wordpress.com/ - On the same page we saw this comment "The picture above shows one of our money courses, teaching Barnet Homes housing officers the money course and making new friends throughout. The first one day money course was enjoyed so much, that the next day more people joined us than were booked on, and we have been invited back to do more. The CAP money course is such a good tool, and fits so perfectly with all the benefit changes coming in. Obviously God has a plan!".  Now I have no issue with religious charities conducting their business. If they wish to help people with debt, I would say that is a good thing. If they are open and honest about their methods and motivations that is also fine. Mrs Angey highlights what they see as the purpose of their work "Combining CAP's expertise with the love and message of the church we have a life transforming mix. Every year we help over 20,000 people to get out of debt and see 500 people become Christians through our Debt Help work as well as 10,000 people benefiting from our CAP Money Course."

What is not fine at all is for Barnet Homes to engage in a partnership with such a group, for the purposes of training officers. I have no issue with Barnet Homes referring people to Barnet CAP where that may be appropriate. For instance if a Barnet Homes worker comes across someone who is a committed Christian in debt, seeking assistance, then referral to them would be appropriate. The officer would have to be clear in explaining that the group are evangilical Christians in any referral. They should also explain that the group are likely to want to recruit referrals. This would be exactly the same as an elderly Jewish person being referred to a Jewish charity. There may be circumstances where a non christian may also be referred, but this should be done in such a way as to explain exactly what Barnet CAP are and how they operate. It may well be that the positive outweigh the negatives, but the client must be under no illusion as to what is being offered and why.

Where Barnet Homes have crossed the line is sending officers on training courses with Barnet CAP. This seems to me to be crossing the boundary between religion and state in a most alarming way. Whilst I am sure that charity workers withing Barnet CAP have a wealth of experience to offer in dealing with debt, and it is clearly good to share this, training Barnet Homes officers is a completely different thing.  In effect Barnet Homes, a subsidiary of Barnet Council is using public money to fund an evangelical organisation.

Now I have no issue with the BarnetCAP or its volunteers. I don't question that they are doing what they believe to be the right thing. I have a big issue with Barnet Homes entering a partneship with them. Firstly Barnet Homes was specifically set up by Barnet Council, to remove democratic accountability from their governance. They are a quango. They spend our money, but we have no say in how they do it. Secondly there is no transparency in this relationship. 

So why do I have a distrust of evangelical organisations especially in the field of training? For those new to the wonderful world of Barnet and Barnet blogs, you may be surprised to know that both myself and Mrs Angry attended the same primary school (she was a few years older than me though, Heh Heh).  This was St Vincents. It may surprise you to hear that I once had a convesation with the Ex Headmistress of St Vincents. We both had the joys of "training" by a certain Miss O'Donovan. If ever Mrs Angry gets a bit too big for her boots, I simply say "Miss O'Donovan" to her and she breaks out in a cold sweat. I suspect that anyone who suffered her "traditional" methods of education doesn't really enjoy horror films. We know that there is nothing more frightening than a small Irish woman in charge of a class of 6 year olds. I have no idea what deep psychological harm was caused by this woman. She was without peer in the way she terrified those in her care. Many people have challenged this statement, but when her methods were explained, they concurred. She was a junior teacher when Miss O'Donovan was teaching. She told me that even the staff were terrified of Miss O'Donovan. Whatever Miss O'Donovan did or didn't teach me (I am dyslexic, so not much really) she did convince me that I was a very evil person and I would go to hell. I am still not entirely sure she isn't right! Maybe the need to obsessively write blogs when I hear about Barnet Homes officers being trained by evangelical Christians is part of that damage. As I wrote this blog, I speculated how a training session for Barnet Homes officers may have proceeded if Miss O'Donovan was running it. I suspect that the officers would need counselling afterwards for post traumatic shock. That is why all sorts of alarm bells rang when I saw this. I am sure BarnetCAP are too sensible to let loose a Miss O'Donovan on anyone in a training session, but one cannot help but question whether these structures are appropriate for a taxpayer funded organisation such as Barnet Homes. As regular readers of this blog will note, I write this not as someone with a fundamental hatred of religion.

I mention this because I have a deep distrust of zealots teaching people. I have a simple test I apply when I try and assess whether I agree with the aims and aspirations of a charity. Does the charity see a successful outcome as being good for the client or good for the charity? In the case of the Passage, we see a successful outcome as seeing someone housed. The best outcome is that we never see them again. It strikes me that BarnetCAP see a successful outcome as someone becoming an evangelical christian and member of their church.

Dyslexia Blog - Nothing beats a bit of equal opportunities mistreatment of children

For those of you who haven't read my dyslexia blogs before, here is a little preamble and introduction, so you know who I am and what I do and why I write this stuff. For those of you who know the story, skip to the end of the paragraph for todays installment. Let me give you a bit of Background so you know who I am and what I do. I was born in 1962. I didn't start talking until I was 4 years old (at all, not a single word). My parents thought I was deaf. My reading age at eleven was 5. When I was fifteen I started a rock and roll band called the False Dots, the band is still going strong. When I was 16 I started a business called Mill Hill Music Complex (although then it was simply called the studio), a rehearsal studio, as we had nowhere to rehearse. The business has grown into a very successful enterprise, one of Londons biggest and most well respected independent studios. We now have 16 studios and a music shop and also have a photography/video studio and a dance studio. I also have done IT work, mostly on a freelance basis since 1983. In 2012 I also moved into film production, producing two highly acclaimed documentary films, both of which had screenings at the House of Commons. When I was 31, a friend suggested I had a dyslexia test. To my surprise I was told I was moderately dyslexic. This made me interested in the subject. To my amazement, what I have learned over the years is that my lack of educational aptitude, my feelings of anger and injustice and the core of my personality have been formed by the fact I cannot read words in a linear fashion. In 2013, I have set one of my objectives to use this blog to let dyslexics know they are not alone, to suggest that people who think they may be dyslexic to get an assessment and toget people who have dyslexic children or siblings to understand the issues that they face.

This second installment of the dyslexia blog today, highlights one of the few upsides of dyslexia in my formative years at school. Hopefully all will become clear near the end of it, if you can stay with it that long. 

How weird is this. There are a group of five bloggers in Barnet who have achieved a degree of national fame for our tireless work exposing wrongdoing in Barnet Council. I am one of these five (for those who have only found the blog though the dyslexia links etc). Another one of the bloggers is Theresa Musgrove AKA Mrs Angry. Rather oddly (or perhaps not) we both attended the same school, although she was four years above me. Strangely  we both, wrote blogs earlier today which mentioned our experiences at school. My blog, briefly described the experience in relation to my dyslexia. Mrs Angry went into much more detail about one teacher in particular, Miss O'Donovan in her blog - http://wwwbrokenbarnet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/growing-up-in-broken-barnet-making-of.html - Mrs Angry feels deeply damaged by the experience. Having read the blog and the details of her treatment, I can confirm that this is a pretty accurate account of the way things were in Miss O'Donovans class.

What is interesting though, is the fact I have very different memories of the school. I am the youngest of six. All of my brothers and sisters also went through Miss O'Donovans class. They all talked of her in hushed tones, fear in their voice. Like Mrs Angry, they were all on the top table. My eldest twin brothers were caned by Miss O'Donovan withing half an hour of arriving in the reception class. When I was at the school, Miss O'Donovan taught the "infant 2" class. What is now called reception was called the baby class. The teacher of this year was Sister Rosalie. She was nice. We made crocodiles out of cotton reels and didn't do any work. I enjoyed the baby class. I was only there for one term having joined the school in the April. As I wasn't talking when I was four, my mum was worried about sending me, so held me back.

The next class was Mrs Munich. I felt she was aptly named. It was a trial for me. All of the ex St Vincents friends I know have fond memories of Mrs Munich. I don't. Mrs Angry talks about the baby table/lazy table. That was me. The one memory I had of Mrs Munich was being asked to spell TRAIN. I said T - R - I - A - N. She called me to the front of the class and said "No it is spelt T - R- A- I - N" and as she read each letter, she wrote it on the blackboard. I wrote T - R- I -A - N under it. All of the class laughed. She called me an idiot and hit be across the palm of the hand with a ruler. I cried and everyone laughed. She made me write out 10 times. "I am an idiot". She gave me a verbal instruction. I wrote out ten times "I am an idoit". For that I had to write out twenty times "I am a an idiot and I can spell idiot". For people who say corporal punishment doesn't work, I would say "I've always spelt train and idiot" correctly since that day. Mrs Munichs class for me was horrible. My sisters teased me that things would be so much worse in Miss O'Donovans class.

For the first two weeks if Miss O'Donovans class, I managed to keep a low profile. I didn't have a bad time, although she systematically started to destroy the self esteem of all and sundry. I noticed that the Top Table got special treatment in the first two weeks. I think this was deliberate. Mrs Munich had been nice to them. They needed a good kicking and Miss O'Dononvan was more than happy. She new that our lot would present many natural opportunities, the top table, she had to set traps for. I noticed that they were given seemingly impossible tasks. The prettiest girls were usually the ones she targetted for "special treatment". Then we had a lucky break. Miss O'Donovan got ill. She was off school until Christmas and had to have an operation. We hoped she wouldn't come back. That was an early christmas present. I hadn't been on the receiving end of anything. Just before Christmas, Sister Gabriel (Gabsy), the headmistress arrived to give us some good news. Miss O'Donovan was getting better and would be back in January. She informed us with a straight face (did she ever have anything else), that our prayers had been answered. So far I hadn't really minded Miss O'Donovan. She'd dished it out to lots of people who had up until then got off lightly. I thought this was more than fair.

Just before I was due to return to school in January, I noticed I had a nasty rash. I had Chicken Pox. I was overjoyed. This meant a few weeks off school. Back in the 1960's when you got chicken pox, all of your family who hadn't had it were brought around to see you. The idea was that they too would get it and be done with it. One of them gave me whooping cough. All in all I managed five weeks off school. It was great. I got to watch the telly. Sadly as this was the 1960's this meant Play School at 11am and a few trade test transmissions (remember them). It was great.

So I went back in February. I had managed to avoid Miss O'Donovan for nearly half of the term. I came back in and what I hadn't counted on was that the Lazy Table had come in for the treatment. I had been back in class 30 minutes when Miss O'Donovan announced a desk inspection. In her class if you broke a ruler or pencil or compass, you got a whack on the knuckles with a ruler. These were found by random desk inspections. I got asked to open my desk up. It had six broken rulers and five broken pencils in. The other kids had dumped their broken bits and pieces in my desk and got their folks to buy them new ones. Miss O'Donovan snarled "Roger Tichborne are you collecting broken rulers and pencils" Totally taken aback by this development I meekly said "No Miss O'Donovan". I got eleven whacks with a ruler on the knuckles. It hurt. Strangely though, I wasn't angry at Miss O'Donovan. I was angry at the toads who'd set me up. Over the next few months, I along with the rest of the class endured the Miss O'Donovan treatment. It wasn't pleasant, but we all got a bit of it. For that I quite liked Miss O'Donovan. Mrs Angry recollects her saying "empty vessels make the most noise". I was intrigued by this saying. I always thought "If something is empty, there is nothing in it to make any noise". I never sought clarification.

I think the reason Mrs Angry and my siblings had such a reaction to Mrs O'Donovan was because they felt her terrors were unjustified and unreasonable. As a member of the lazy table, I was used to it. I had it bashed into me that all punishments were justified and reasonable. I was dyslexic, I couldn't do simple things which everyone else could. Often I was told that this was because the devil was in me. I took reassurance from this. If the devil was making me spell words wrong and read badly, then I'm not really to blame. I thought maybe when I made my first holy communion, the devil would go and I'd be OK. This didn't work. In the final year of St Vincents, we received the sacrament of confirmation. We were told how this meant the Holy Spirit would come down on us. We were told how the apostles could talk in foreign languages after they recieved the Holy Spirit. I genuinely felt that this would be a massive turning point for me. I would see the back of the devil and be OK. Bishop Mahon came to the Sacred Heart church and confirmed me. I felt nothing (apart from cheated). It was a massive disappointment.

After that, I realised I'd just have to get used to the idea I was a bit thick. I didn't know I was dyslexic until I was in my 30's. By the time I left St Vincents, I'd become immune to the barbs from the teachers. I'd become immune to the corporal punishment. I realised that however hard they hit you, it was only transient pain. My view of teachers was that they were people who existed solely to be horrible to children. The only children who escaped were the teachers pets. I viewed these as collaborators (although I didn't know the word), beneath contempt. In Junior 3 we had a nice teacher. Her name was Miss MacDonald. She was young and pretty, she didn't hit us.  She would read us books she thought may interest us. I probably had a massive crush on her. The sad thing was, I didn't consider her to be a proper teacher because she was nice.

During her lessons, I used to continually act up. She would send me out of the class, which I considered a result. I used to keep a couple of crusts in my pocket and feed sparrows as I stood outside the classroom. Miss MacDonald saw this one day. At playtime she kept me back and sat me down. She said "what were you doing to the sparrows. I saw you throwing things at them?" I replied "I had a couple of crusts of bread in my pocket, I was feeding them". She said "Oh" sent me on my way. The next day, I was sent out again. I did the same thing. Again she called me in "I saw you feeding the sparrows again" I replied "yes, I had a few crusts again". She then said "do you bring crusts in every day". I  replied "yes". She then said "Do you get send out to feed the sparrows the crusts?". One of my failings is I hate lying "Yes Miss". She then said "What about the lessons, you are at the bottom of the class?" I said "I don't think lessons are doing much good, I prefer feeding sparrows". She said "Why don't you like lessons?" I said "I am no good at them". She said "well you never will be unless you try". She asked me what books I'd read. I replied "none Miss". She then asked if I read anything at all. I said "I like Comics". After that she sent me out to break. I didn't get sent out again. After the parents evening, my mum said "Miss MacDonald says we should buy you as many comics as we can, to help you with your reading". In hindsight that was a blessing. Until then, my parents had discouraged me from reading comics, as they weren't proper books. I think for many dyslexics, comics are a blessing as the pictures help make sense of the words.

Consider this fact. Upwards of 40% of the prison population are dyslexic, many are completely illiterate. Many have a feeling of burning injustice about the system. It is easy enough to identify a dyslexic at six years old. It is easy enough to follow the best practice so the disadvantages of the condition are mitigated. All it needs is for the educational establishment to admit that it has been failing us since its inception. Mrs Angry writes about Miss O'Donovan in eloquent tones, but to be quite honest, for me she was just one of a whole bunch who let me down. In some ways she was better for me personally because she was an equal opportunities mistreater. We all got it, not just the lazy/thick idoits like me who can't spell trian! Why should it only ever be the thickies who are clobbered, it's not as if beating anyone makes them any more intelligent. I didn't ever feel singled out by her. She was one of the few I can say that of. For us dyslexic children of the 1960's that was actually a little bit of a result.

Xmas Special : A Christmas nightmare - The one thing that really scares Mrs Angry

I read with sadness that Mrs Angry, the famous Barnet blogger has flu. Here's a specail blog to cheer her up - she may be a famous Barnet blogger and scourge of MetPro group of companies, and has been a fearless campaigner for decency, honesty and common sense in Barnet. You may think that nothing at all scares Mrs Angry. You would be wrong. There are two (and a half) words that can reduce this otherwise fearless champion of the Barnet underclass (ie everyone who isn't a Tory Councillor) to a gibbering wreck. How do I know this? Because those words will have a similar effect on me. Not just me, but a whole generation of Roman Catholics raised in Mill Hill. The words - "Miss O'Donovan".

If ever two people who attended St Vincents School in the 1940's through to the 1970's meet for a drink, at some point this name will come up. A few years ago, their was an advertising campaign where celebrities recalled their favourite teacher and how they influenced them. Is it any coincidence that two out of the famous five bloggers in Barnet studied at the feet of Miss O'Donovan? I was once discussing Dr Who with an ex classmate, who happened to be a Dr Who nut. I jokingly said that Terry Nation was an ex St Vincents pupil and he based the Daleks on Miss O'Donovan. He went strangely quiet and just said "Oh, I should have realised". Throughout all of my schooling I was naughty and constantly in trouble. Except for one year. I would have been six when I was in Miss O'Donovans class. Nobody was ever naughty in Miss O'Donovans class, because retribution was instant and painful. It was also often deeply psychological. There were many teachers during my schooling who were liberal with the cane. It really didn't bother me. With Miss O'Donovan it was always different, if it had just been being hit on the knuckles with the thin edge of the ruler, I could have taken that. It was the psychological build up which really hurt. It was the fact that you'd be called to the front of the class and all your classmates would look on, thankful that it was you not them. Miss O'Donovan believed in equality. Boys and Girls were equally treated. I had a massive disadvantage over most of my classmates, as I was dyslexic. I'd be called to the front of the class to read out words on the blackboard. I'd get them wrong. I'd get the ruler and a ritual humiliation.

But the good news was, like a blast furnace, once you'd been taught as a child by Miss O'Donovan, nothing could scare you. I am sure that at the time, persecution was part of the Catholic education ethos. Prepare the kids for pain, humiliation and martyrdom. I had often thought it strange that both Mrs Angry and myself learned our craft in the class of Miss O'Donovan. As I read her descriptions of the shenanigans of our council, I realise our education was all part of Gods plan. Little did I know that all those years ago, he was steeling us for a challenge that only someone taught through hardship and persecution could maintain. I have this message to Coleman et all. You really haven't got a clue who or what you are dealing with.

I hope Mrs Angry feels better soon and I hope whereever Miss O'Donovan is now, she has a great Xmas.