I can profile a Dr. Who fan at 100 yards
10:45 a.m. Sunday, 27 April, 2008. Sainsbury’s on Old Kent Road. Shortly before opening hours. Walking across the empty parking lot from Curry’s electronics store hands unencumbered as his equally pale female companion hoists their shopping bags under her arms. Circular shades. Wearing black shirt buttoned to collar (sans necktie) tucked into ironed jeans with perfect crease and accessorised with a faux suede blazer with over-stuffed canvas book bag slung over shoulder. Topiary facial hair freshly razored and a long, stringy pony tale meant to approximate a Samurai Top-Knot. “Likely,” I think, “he fancies himself quite the Time Lord.” They arrive at the door still not unlocked. And then there it is: the blue and red Dr. Who badge pinned to that canvas bag. I can profile a Dr. Who fan at 100 yards.
I’m worried that students will take their obedient place in society and look to become successful cogs in the wheel – let the wheel spin them around as it wants without taking a look at what they’re doing. I’m concerned that students not become passive acceptors of the official doctrine that’s handed down to them from the White House, the media, textbooks, teachers and preachers.
