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PC French ...

Going through last summer's AQA French GCSE (Higher Tier) I discovered with my French class some depressing political correctness. Of course our boys take it on the chin and recognise it quickly. Here is what we found in the Reading and Writing Paper:

- An extended screed about global warming (OK in isolation, but wait for the rest, and remember it is a French exam not a science or sociology one ...)

- A first person account by a young man who describes his close and very positive friendships with two men and explains that he doesn't like women as they frighten him. In fact he only knows one, who says hello to him each day as he climbs up the stairs to his high-rise council flat ('HLM'), 'mais on me dit qu'elle se drogue' (they say she takes drugs), so he wants nothing to do with her ...

- From that charming cameo of confused masculine identity in the banlieue of Paris, we move on to a little holiday postcard from a girl to one of her friends. She recounts how through the thin walls of her hotel room she heard her parents having a terrible row. Perhaps they are going to get divorced now, she muses ...

It does remind me a little of what ILEA used to do in the days of Mrs Thatcher (before she closed down ILEA and the GLC). ILEA had a project to create educational resources across the curriculum which would reflect 'diversity' and dysfunction in a policy called 'positive imaging'. The object was to carry out a kind of social engineering ... and, according to a teacher I had at school in the 1980s, it worked. This particular teacher, who is now an Anglican clergyman, left the maintained sector because he was horrified by it all. Concretely: teenage boys dancing and kissing at the school disco, encouraged by their teachers, after years of brainwashing from the 'loony' left.

Growing up is hard enough already without children having constantly to act as the football in the games of politicans and other loveless ideologues.

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