“Why do you do that, sonny? It does not hurt you.”
“I get twenty crowns a day to tear down those in national colours.”
All around us foreign invaders are tearing our country to bits with impunity. In the capital, hired little Hungarian boys destroy its image.
The future lacerating itself.
March 14th.
I think that has pained me more than anything else. The face of that boy has haunted me ever since I saw it. Whose contrivance is it that we should come to this? A new teacher walks among the children, a devilish red shadow has mounted the teacher’s desk. It takes away from us the last thing that remained to console us. It started many years ago in the factories, then it prowled about the barrack-squares, and now it invades the schools. It puts up “confidential” boys and girls in opposition to the teacher’s authority and gives them everything they were not allowed to touch before. “It was all stupid lies,” it whispers incessantly, and gives them the idea of Divinity as a target for their pea-shooters, and the map of their country, with all it stands for, to make kites with. It even betrays their parents to them: “don’t respect them!” it says. “You are only the result of their lasciviousness. They only sought their own pleasure in your existence, and you owe them neither gratitude nor obedience.”
The devilish red shadow threatens morals with ever increasing impudence. “Let the human mind be set free,” said Kunfi, and he replaced religious teaching in the schools by the exposition of sexual knowledge. Jewish medical students and lady doctors give erotical lectures to little boys and girls, and, so as to make their subject quite clear, films are shown which display what the children fail to understand. I heard of two little girls who lost their mental balance in consequence of these lectures. Some children come home disgusted and fall in tears into their mother’s lap. But there are also those who laugh and say horrible things to their parents. After robbing the land the theft of souls has started, and Jesus appeals in vain that the little children be allowed to come unto Him: they must go no more.
A woman came to our office to-day. “The children turn against me,” she complained, and her voice broke. “School has robbed me of their hearts.”
I tried to console her, but she only shook her head: “What has been defiled in the children’s soul can never be cleansed again.”