Point of interest-- 10:15, BBC1 tonight, there's a documentary about kids (now adults) who were abused at two Rosminian Catholic schools in the 50s and 60s. It's called
Abused: Breaking The Silence.Now, normally I avoid that kind of telly; there's only so much injustice and straight-up human cruelty I can tollerate and my threshold for the real-life variety is pretty low. In fact I only mention the show at all because I was reading the Radio Times listing and I just noticed one of the two schools is in Tanzania and the other... is the school in Leicestershire that
I went to.
Now I'll say right off, I went there in the early 90s and despite the kids being entitled little shits I was definitely not abused by the staff, nor was anyone I know. It was actually a very nice school if you don't count the brats in my year group.
But still, it's the kind of thing that makes you go "Wait... what?"
purely because the old Latin master (it was that kind of a school) had been resident there pretty much since the war. Now, he was occasionally a cantankerous old stick but he was also pretty much universally adored, especially by the boarders. He even continued to live there long after his retirement, up until he was forced to move into care. So understandably perhaps my brain is having a momentary hiccup attempting to reconcile someone I knew as a well-liked if somewhat eccentric old gentleman, with someone who was, by association, present at the school during a phase of what the RT describes as "sadistic punishment and sexual humiliation"...
I kind of want to watch it just to see if they name names because I'm REALLY curious, (albeit in a slightly car-crash fashion) but on the other hand I really don't want to just because it sounds incredibly depressing.
I mean, you know... it's weird.
I'm not sure I have the stomach for it to be honest.