BACK FROM THE FUTURE[1]

 

Meeting Ivan

 

To begin our conversation, I feel that I cannot avoid introducing myself...sharing something of the context and conditions in which I met Ivan. First of all, if we are going to talk about schooling and education, I feel the need to speak about development, because for us, in our context, education cannot be de-linked from development. It was part of the package. To be developed, to come out of underdevelopment, meant always, first, to get an education.

 

Serendipitously, Ivan arrived in my life when in more ways than one I found myself at a dead-end: What could I attempt next in my long journey to recover from the global malady of development? Like millions of others, I got infected by it. I was very, very young -- only 13 years old – when I caught it, the way you catch a cold or malaria.

 

I was then navigating the delta of the divergent traditions of my parents.  Even as a little child, I knew that my Zapotec grandmother could not come into our house in Mexico City through the front door simply because she was an Indian. My mother assumed, like others of her generation who were upwardly mobile, that the best she could do for her children was to radically uproot them from her Indigenous ancestry.  We were, therefore, educated; thus, developed: fashioned and pummeled to be middle class westernized Mexicans; shaped in the nostalgia of my Creole father; pulled and dragged as far away as possible from continuing to adore my grandmother and her indigenous world of Oaxaca, in the southern, supposedly the poorest,  most underdeveloped province of Mexico (according to the economists and developers).

 

On January 20, 1949, the day he took office, President Truman coined the word “underdevelopment”, transforming me and two billion other people into “underdeveloped” populations: humiliated, belittled, prevented from dreaming our own dreams, not trusting our own noses, but trapped by development experts in their business suits, carrying their global portfolios. Our noses cut off, our common sense denied, we could easily be lulled into lusting for their technological marvels; our imaginations and hearts seduced with the idea of becoming like the developed ones; our fantasies for family, country and community wrenched away from the soil beneath our feet in order to fly away from home; to escape into the Never-Never Land dreamt up by Truman for the entire planet – reducing Hopi, Hindu and Zapoteco into the same cookie-cutter mold…

 

Very soon thereafter, my father died.  At 15, I was forced to support an extended family of siblings, aunts and cousins, becoming first an office-boy in a bank; and, then, thanks to Truman’s Development, the youngest executive ever for IBM. Thanks to the Development experts and their Education projects for underdeveloped Mexicans, I had arrived!!! With my newly minted education credit hours, I could be at the very center of the Development Epic: providing good services to the community, good conditions for the workers and good profits to the stakeholders; while of course, gaining a solid income, prestige and a sports car.

 

My education produced a typical global success story. With increasing discomfort. How long could I hide from myself that in generating profits for my corporation, I was cheating my community and exploiting our workers? I finally could not go on. I refused to follow the corporate order. Immediately, I was fired from two corporations. I was only 22 years old; with seven people to support, burdened by the discovery that my education had hidden from me – that I could not live a decent life as a professional.

 

So I quit the corporate world.

 

Once I realized the horrors of private corporations, my commitment to Truman’s global goal of eradicating underdevelopment from Planet Earth took me to the other extreme of the pendulum. First, as a leftist; then, a Marxist; next, a guerrillero. It was the time of Che Guevara, the first glorious years of the Cuban revolution… In Latin America many of us felt the obligation to launch our own revolution. Some time later, however, on January 6, 1965, the gods took care of me. One of our leaders killed another leader because of a woman. The whole group protected him, the killer, to protect our own asses, because the police knew him and he knew our names… This one incident alone was a complete and final revelation about the kind of violence we were imposing on ourselves and on the whole society.  I quit once more.

 

I opted for nonviolence. For Gandhi. Yet, my days of quitting were not over. Not yet.

 

Inevitably, I tried good government; imagining the orchestration of the revolution from inside:  development through peaceful means. The new president, in 1970, gave a populist orientation to his government. Suddenly, soaring to high level positions in “good government”, I and a few others began organizing very progressive programs, involving millions of people all over my country. In 1976, due to our success, I almost became a Minister in the new administration. 

 

But by now I was aware of the traps of “good government”. To be at the top is a path of no return. I did not want to be part of the national enterprise; looking down upon the population from high above. Being “up there”, in a good balcony, gave me the view I needed to fully appreciate that the logic of the government and the logic of peoples’ power – demo-kratia -- never coincide. Even the best development programs, like those I was conceiving and implementing, were totally counterproductive: damaging to their supposed beneficiaries.

 

I quit one more time.

 

Next, my National Development journey took me to various autonomous niches at the grassroots. Through a series of NGOs, a group of friends and I attempted to work directly with the people; with peasants in the countryside; with marginals in the cities; with all the usual “untouchables” Dan Grego writes about eloquently.

 

We learned far more with the “untouchables” than with the experts and the rulers. With them, we began enjoying a different kind of freedom and autonomy. Increasingly, however, I found myself confused and puzzled. With all the formal categories of my education, I could not make any sense of my daily experience at the grassroots. For some time, I assumed I needed to study more, to do more extensive academic research. At a furious pace, I studied the latest theories of economics, sociology, anthropology, political science… And my confusion grew. There were times, I must confess, when I even assumed that the problem was not with the theoretical models that fascinated me. The theoretical categories were OK. Reality was what needed to change in order to fit into all the beautiful, neat, academic, theoretical categories of the brilliant experts of Development and Education!

 

Then one day, my lenses of development just fell off, despite myself and my education. Dazzled, blind, mute, I groped for words; for different doors of perception, of thought. The lenses of development, no matter whether tainted Left or Right, Republican or Democrat, Marxist or Fascist, capitalist or socialist—none of these could help me see – understand – the complex worlds of real people living real lives at the grassroots.

 

Then two things happened. First, I started to remember. When I was a child I had asked to be sent to Oaxaca, with my grandmother, to enjoy my holidays with her. Remembering what she taught me by her very being, in the market where she tended a stall, I began the slow, very slow path of re-membering my own people.

 

Second, I met Ivan Illich.

 

Strange, isn’t it, that CIDOC was just 40 miles from my place in Mexico City… Ivan, internationally renowned and infamous, drawing brilliant intellectuals and activists from all over the world, did not draw us from Mexico’s Left. For us, he was just a reactionary priest; his fields – education, health, transportation – were irrelevant, mere services we would deal with once we were in power, after eliminating capitalist exploitation. Looking from the Left, we were convinced that Illich’s focus on education or health was a mistake or a rightist trick[2].

 

One day without Mexicans

 

Before sharing with you the consequences of meeting Ivan 20 years ago, allow me to return for a moment to the present day.

 

They are showing in Mexico, with great success, a movie that was conceived for an American audience but remains basically unknown here: Un día sin mexicanos, A day without Mexicans. It is a very funny movie, in which a mysterious fog surrounds and isolates California the day in which it wakes up without a single Mexican. All of them vanish…

 

It is fun, real fun. Similarly, would a day without teachers also be fun?

 

Not in Mexico or California, but all over the world?

 

Not for a weekend or for the holidays, when the children enjoy the days without school, but permanently. How would a world without teachers be?

 

John McKnight was one of the most cherished friends of Ivan. He inspired and guided me in many different ways. Years ago, he was invited by the American association of dentists to conduct a workshop in one of its national conferences. He suggested to them that they imagine a tragic situation: because of a very peculiar condition, all the dentists in the world were to die in a week. He asked them to reflect on what they would want to bequeath to humankind. If they had only a week to document their knowledge, skills and dispositions, what would they like to share with others for the future? What were the main secrets of their trade, how would future generations benefit from their scientific and technological advances?

 

The participants organized themselves in small groups, according to their specialties. In the afternoon of the plenary session with John, they were very confused and puzzled. They had discovered that there were very few things worth documenting. They did not know as much about teeth and gums as they believed. Perhaps a week would be enough to train some people in the fundamental secrets of their trade… In addition to humbling them a little, the workshop helped them clarify what were the most important aspects of their profession. And the story helped us to reclaim our gums and teeth and the thousand practices that every culture has treasured to take care of them. It can be very healthy to avoid dependency on dentists…

 

Can we apply this idea to education? Can we imagine what would happen if all the teachers in the world suddenly disappeared?

 

We must not give them a week to reflect on their wisdom or skills, as John gave to his dentists. Let’s imagine that the peculiar virus that kills them all will also kill any person trying to teach anything to anyone in any place. The very idea of teaching should vanish from the planet. And with it, of course, all the diplomas, all institutional certification of knowledge transferred in school, through the Internet or through any other means. The very idea of transferring knowledge from one person to another should disappear. Any person attempting to bring back the school, education, or diplomas would die immediately, as would any person trying to teach anything to anyone for whatever purpose. Even a mother trying to teach her children to brush their teeth… Can we imagine such a world? Would it be the end of civilization, as educators affirm? Is teaching really required for a new generation to learn both the wisdom and know-how of the previous generation?

 

We did such an exercise a few months ago, in my university. For a few minutes, I must tell you, many images of chaos were poured onto our table. It became amazingly evident –and terrifying- the extent to which the whole of society is organized around the school. The life of most people is currently affected by this institution. In fact, the whole of society has become a school and we all are forced to be continually taught by someone, on legitimate or illegitimate grounds: the government, corporations, scientists, pundits, advertisers, anyone else, usually for their own interests. Big Brother is now educating us all, as Ivan Illich warned us 35 years ago. If  schools, every school, all kinds of schools and all forms of teaching were suddenly and permanently eliminated, the social turbulence would be more dramatic that the physical turbulence created recently by another Ivan, the hurricane which crossed Cuba and entered  the United States…

 

No storm leaves only destruction. All of them also create conditions for regeneration. What kind of blessings would we enjoy in a world without teachers or teaching, once the turmoil of the transition was over?

 

Ivan at the grassroots

 

Let me now return to my story with Ivan.

 

In 1983 I was invited to a Seminar in Mexico City on the social construction of energy with Wolfgang Sachs. Ivan was there. I was mesmerized. That very night, I embarked on my Illich studium. A little later, I started to collaborate with him. Still later, slowly, we became friends.

 

My fascination with Ivan was born out of the fact that his ideas, his words, his writings, were a brilliant intellectual presentation of ordinary people’s common discourse. He was describing ways of living and being that I encountered all the time at the grassroots, in my grandmother’s world; the world of other indigenous peoples; the world of campesinos or marginales. “Vernacular” and “convivial”, two words that are central to Ivan’s work, were magnificent symbols for my people’s worlds. I heard them there first, not in reading Ivan. All those pre-Illich years, I felt and sensed and smelled and touched and experienced those words and what they symbolized, in the villages, at the grassroots.

 

Illich’s work held up for me a brilliantly lit torch in the middle of all the intellectual darkness defining the experts’ reality. Illich stood out from the majority of published voices, illuminating for me what I could not make clear sense of before at the grassroots.  His was neither a new theory nor an ideology. In my conversation with peasants or marginals, each time I shared Ivan’s ideas, they showed no surprise. I began to call their comfortable familiarity with Illich’s ideas the “aha effect”. “Aha”, they said, every time I quoted Ivan. Yes, they knew, better yet, understood by the seat of the pants, what he was publishing. No surprise there. But hearing their own experiences and ideas so well articulated in Ivan’s words held up for them a magnificent mirror affirming what they already knew from common sense.

 

Ivan once said that “people can see what scientists and administrators can’t”. And he said something more: that the people in our countries, rather than the dissident elite in the advanced ones, were the ones implementing the political inversion he conceived in Tools for Conviviality (1973).

 

In the last words of that book –Ivan commented to David Cayley- I said that I knew in which direction things would happen but not what would bring them to that point. At that time I believed in some big, symbolic event, in something similar to the Wall Street crash. Instead of that, it is hundreds of millions of people just using their brains and trusting their senses. We now live in a world in which most of those things that industry and government do are misused by people for their own purposes. (Cayley 1992, p.117).

 

People are “just using their brains and trusting their senses”. That was exactly my experience. Using Ivan’s terminology and concepts – “convivial”, “vernacular”, “common sense” -- I was able to see very clearly what ordinary, common people were doing.

 

Before telling you another story about how we began milking the bureaucratic or corporate cows for our own purposes, let me add a few additional elements of my story as it relates to education – one personal experiment with my daughter and the children of my friends.

 

In the 60’s, when my first daughter became of school age, I looked around me for a good public or private school, an institution to which I could entrust my beloved daughter. I could not find any in Mexico City. Other friends were in the same predicament. We therefore invented one. We mixed up a marvelous cocktail, with our own creativity -a lot of Freinet, some Montessori, a little bit of Steiner and the Waldorf Schools, some Summerhill, etc. It was really beautiful. Every year we added a grade, for my daughter to continue her studies. She enjoyed the experience. However, when she finished high school, we closed the school. Both my daughter and her parents knew by that time that the problem was not the quality of the school, but the school itself. No matter how much we redesigned the classroom, the curriculum, etc., the school was the problem, not the solution. No matter how free our school was, how beautiful the tree and the garden that were a substitute for the classroom, how open and creative the teachers, our school was still a school. (Illich rendered this most transparent in Deschooling Society, as I discovered many years later.) We were thus forced to try alternative paths.

 

Twenty years ago, joining up with several friends, I launched a public campaign asking for a legislation that would punish, with ten years of prison, any person producing any diploma or asking another person for  any kind of certification of studies, to apply for a job or for whatever. I had no hope of getting my legislation passed, but I wanted public debate and I got it. Most people said: If we pass your stupid legislation 99% of the children will abandon the school, whatever grade they are in. That revealed what I wanted to make evident. In Mexico, at least, people go to school or parents send their children to it only to get the diploma. Everybody knows that the school is not an appropriate place to learn. It is a place to get an institutional certification, a kind of visa, which allows you to circulate in modern society. Even our magnificent school was not a good place to learn. And it was even less of a good place for children to live and flourish.

 

Years later I attempted the other extreme: to give diplomas to everyone.

 

At one point, on our local TV station in Oaxaca, we were talking about the horrendous damage produced by sewage and how the flush toilet was spoiling our lives. In discussing the politics of shit, we were examining the advantages of an ecological dry toilet, designed by a friend. It was fantastic, not only because it helped you to dispose responsibly of your own shit, radically canceling out very dirty shitwork, but also to disconnect your stomach from any public or private centralized bureaucracy. Because of the extended requests for dry toilets, we organized intensive five-day courses through which all kinds of people learned everything about that trade. At the end of every course, we gave every participant a magnificent diploma, with golden letters, recognizing them as “Experts in alternative sanitation, with a specialization in dry toilets”. This approach helped implement the construction of 100,000 dry toilets in Oaxaca, Mexico. Knowing about these courses, the TV station asked us if they could be present for the last day of one of them, to interview some of the participants. We saw later, on TV, a conversation between two of them:

 

I don’t understand this world… I am an architect. I have been unable to find a job since I graduated, three years ago, after 20 of studies. And now, after only five days of enjoying myself in this fascinating workshop, I have three very good job proposals, in a very dignified position, and my family is telling me: “You finally learned something really useful!”

 

Another example. We had many traditional healers in Oaxaca. We thought it was a good idea to gather them, for an exchange of the experiences of their 48 different healing practices. There they were, enjoying themselves. After three days of the workshop, we gave them beautiful diplomas certifying their attendance. We repeated the experience the next year. A little later, I was visiting a friend in the middle of the jungle of the Chimalapas. Upon entering his hut, I discovered on the wall, very well framed, the two diplomas… This healer was also enjoying his mirthful mimicry of medical doctors who cover their walls with official diplomas and certificates of every stripe…

 

We still have political campaigns, for example against compulsory education. But we are not using too much time or resources in such campaigns. We are, rather, dedicated to implementing our own initiatives. Let me tell you the story of one of them, the Universidad de la Tierra.

 

Reclaiming our freedom to learn

 

They came from villages and barrios, mostly Indigenous. They were naive refuseniks, fed up with the classroom. They came with curiosity, rather than conviction. They’d heard about Universidad de la Tierra from friends or acquaintances and had decided to give it a try.

 

They knew that we had no teachers or curricula and didn’t provide educational services. They loved the idea that they would be in full control of their own learning paths – the content, the rhythm, the conditions. But it was not easy for them to take such control into their own hands. Even those who’d suffered school for only a few years were already conditioned to be passive receptacles of instructions.

 

They soon discovered, nonetheless, that what we were doing was just reclaiming practices of apprenticeship as old as the hills, and complementing them with some contemporary practices for shared learning and study. We weren’t trying flashy novelties or reinventing the wheel. Well rooted in fleshed-out traditions and our own places, sometimes tiptoeing through  abandoned pathways, at other times enjoying the company of many others used to visiting these places of encounter, we were simply, humbly and very  practically rejecting modern amnesia.

 

On the Day of the Dead, November the Second, we Mexicans sit with them, with our beloved, those who have passed away some time ago. In a few days, I will be there, in San Pablo Etla, the Zapotec village in which I live,  eight kilometers from the place in which my grandmother was born, and all the villagers will come to my house. I will offer them food and drink, and we will all celebrate my mother, my grandmother, all our beloved dead. At our home altars, we will leave for them some of the food and drink they loved the most. They will come during the night. We know. In Unitierra we are only re-membering them, humbly bringing back to life their old path.

 

As soon as the young people arrive at Unitierra, they start to work with a person doing what they want to learn, who is willing to accept them as apprentices. In doing their work, in observing these mentors, our ‘students’ usually discover that they may have good use for some books. As apprentices with an agrarian lawyer, for example, they observe how he alludes in his work to some articles of the Agrarian Law and seek out with curiosity that little book full of strange sentences. At their request, a reading circle starts, where several ‘students’ study the Agrarian Law together.

 

They also discover that they need specific skills to do what they want to do. Most of the time, they get those skills by practicing the trade, with or without their mentors. At their request, they may attend specific workshops, to shorten the time needed to get those skills.

 

Our ‘students’ have been learning faster than we expected. After a few months they are usually called to return to the living present of their communities to do there what they have learned. They seem to be very useful there. Some of them are combining different lines of learning in a creative way. One of them, for example, combined organic agriculture and soil regeneration (his original interest), with vernacular architecture. He is thus enriching, though a variety of experiences and mentors, what a good peasant usually does. Instead of producing professional services for moving up towards the middle class standard of living by selling services and commodities, he is learning how to share, like peasants, what it means to be a cherished member of his community and commons. As has been done through time immemorial—before the modern rupture.

 

We are very proud of our first graduate. She is a woman. When she asked to be registered in Unitierra, she had dropped out in two countries and had been practicing some medical skills with friends, such as healing massage. After some conversations with her and after putting her in contact with a traditional healer, it became clear that she had a kind of gift for healing. She is now practicing what she learned with us from a diversity of medical traditions – the Indigenous ones of Oaxaca and also Chinese, Indian and others. She may use acupuncture, microdosis, homeopathy, massage, traditional remedies or what she discovers on the Internet or with her friends. Many people are now asking for her support. She refuses to charge any honorarium, but she accepts a cooperación – a beautiful communal word for mutual giving and receiving. She gets eggs, chickens, vegetables…and money. The time she wants to use for her trade – aside from that occupied by her two daughters, her husband and her garden, which are her real priorities – is fully occupied by the people, including myself, who find in her a caring friend and a very competent healer.

 

There is a student who has been coming back to Unitierra time and again. In his first year he learned how to produce radio programs, videos, journals and other skills in the field of popular communication. He won a National Award for one of his videos. In discovering what he already knew, his community called him back and he now has a very dignified position in his area. From time to time, he discovers that there is something in Unitierra that he also wants to learn. He comes for a week, to learn how to build dry toilets, or for a month, to enrich his skills in organic agriculture. Whenever he is around, he shares with other ‘students’ what he already knows, mentoring them as he does with the people in the communities.

 

In order to define areas of apprenticeship, we explored with the communities both the kind of knowledge or skills not available to them and the kind of learning they want for their young people. Following the request of the communities and our own conviction, our ‘students’ are learning how to stay in their own regions in a dignified position. Whenever someone asks to be trained to leave their places or even our province, we refer him or her to other institutions. Unitierra is for those who wish to stay put and flourish, not those who want to become transient vandals, as our beloved Wendell Berry would put it…

 

Why Unitierra?

 

We don’t need Unitierra to do what we are doing. In fact, we were doing it for a long time before we created it. We gave to our activities that specific mask, packaging them in the metaphor of a University which has no teachers, no classrooms, no curriculum and no campus, only after careful reflection…and in a very playful spirit.

 

Years ago, we started to observe in villages and barrios, particularly among Indigenous peoples, a radical reaction against education and schools. A few of them closed their schools and expelled their teachers. Most of them avoided this type of political conflict and started instead to just by-pass the school, while reclaiming and regenerating the conditions in which people traditionally learned in their own ways.

 

They came to this point after a long experience and for many years they resisted the school. As Ivan mentioned to David Cayley,

 

In 1954, the UNESCO, at its regional meeting in South America, complained that the main obstacle to education was the indifference of parents to sending their children to school. Fifteen years later, they had to notice that the demand for schooling exceeded the number of available classrooms by seven times. (Cayley 1992, p. 117).

 

The UNESCO campaign was very successful: the parents were educated in the need to send the children to the school, only to find that there were not enough schools and teachers. No Latin American country has been able since then to satisfy the demand for education. More and more the people suffered the damages of schooling their children and participated in all kind of efforts to reform, widen or improve the system: better equipment or staff, alternative curricula, bilingual education, parents’ participation, more and more schools, etc.

 

And finally they said ¡Basta, Enough! like the Zapatistas. They know very well what is happening. Benjamín Maldonado, a young anthropologist, verified it. Using a variety of tests, he compared children going to school with those out of school. The latter knew more about everything, except the national anthem... And those going to school looked down on their communities and cultures, and had subordinated their minds and hearts to the authority of the teacher. “The Indigenous school as a path towards ignorance” is the title of Maldonado’s report (1988).

 

Ivan also said to Cayley:

 

Today I know from my own experience that there is widespread cynicism, not only among old people –grand parents or great grandparents- but among people who went through school, and who don’t see any reason why their children should go through the same experience. People can see what scientists and administrators can’t. (Cayley 1992, p.117).

 

In fact, the people in the villages know very well that school prevents their children from learning what is needed to continue living in their communities, contributing to their common flourishing, and that of their soils, their places. And it does not offer them an appropriate preparation for life or work out of the community. They are no longer delegating their children’s learning to the school.

 

True, many of them don’t dare as yet to take their children out of primary school. They don’t want to deprive them of the school diploma, a required passport in the modern society, whose lack is a continual source of discrimination and humiliation –the condition that moved Dan to do what he is doing, in spite of his awareness of what school does. But even those still sending their children to school, in our communities, have now many ways of damage control, both supporting their children in active resistance at school and creating for them alternative opportunities to learn whatever they have a passion or talent for.

 

Some parents observed with satisfaction that their children were learning out of school everything they needed and wanted in the community. But they started to nourish another concern. What if their children want to learn something more, out of the community, but had no diploma to continue their studies?

 

They knew by experience what usually happens with those abandoning their communities to get “higher education”. They do not come back to the community and usually get lost in the cities, in degraded jobs. A recent official study found that only 8% of all graduates of Mexican universities will be able to work in the field they graduated in. Certified lawyers or engineers are driving taxis or tending stalls. In spite of such awareness, people still hold the illusion that higher education may offer something to their children. They don’t feel comfortable in depriving their children of such an “opportunity”.

 

Even those fully aware that such an “opportunity” is a dead end, recognize that their young people need to learn many things that they cannot learn in the community in order to be able to deal with current predicaments. The Global Project is clearly encroaching into their lives. In Etla, the little town where my grandmother was born, there is a group of women who after milking their own cows produce magnificent cheese and butter. In recent years, they can no longer sell what they used to sell. They are being forced to sell some of their cows. The market of the city of Oaxaca is now flooded with butter from New Zealand, coming exactly from the antipodes. It is not better or cheaper. But the retail trade is increasingly controlled by corporations. The same corporations are now bringing transgenic corn from Michigan to Oaxaca, with subsidies from both the US and the Mexican government. They are thus endangering the place where corn came from, the place that still has the greatest biological diversity of the plant. Both the government and the corporations are now attempting to doom us to import corn, our basic staple, the plant that our ancestors discovered 9000 years ago in the area in which I live! You can thus understand why our reaction has been a beautiful campaign with the slogan “No corn, no country”… This campaign follows our success in preventing McDonalds from establishing itself in our main plaza in Oaxaca! We have solid proof that David can always win over Goliath provided that he fights him in his own territory, not in Goliath’s.

 

In any case, no community is isolated any more. We all are increasingly intertwined, interdependent. Half of Oaxacan men have worked out of their communities, often in Mexico City or the US, at least once in their lives. The experience of migration to get a few bucks is now a rite of passage for many young people in the communities of Oaxaca. It is not enough for them to learn about the world, something they can do in the communities reading some books, listening to the stories of those coming back, or surfing the Internet. They want to learn more from the world beyond the communities. What is one to do?

 

So we created our university. Young men and women without any diploma, and better yet no schooling, can come to us. They will be able to learn whatever they want to learn –practical trades, like topography or law, or fields of study, like history, philosophy, astronomy, whatever. They will learn the skills of the trade or field of study as apprentices of someone practicing those activities. They will also learn how to learn with modern tools and practices not available in their communities.

 

We call it a university to laugh at the official system. We are playing with its symbols. After one or two years of learning, once their peers think they have enough competence in a specific trade, we give to the ‘students’ a magnificent university diploma. We are thus offering them a ‘social recognition’ denied to them by the educational system. Instead of certifying the number of ass-hours, as conventional diplomas do, we certify a specific competence, immediately appreciated by the communities, and protect our ‘students’ against the usual discrimination.

 

We are also celebrating our wise and our Elders with modern symbols. We thus offer diplomas of Unitierra to people who perhaps never attended a school or our university. Their competence is certified by their peers and the community. The idea, again, is to use in our own way, with much merriment and humor, all the symbols of domination.  Or rather, as Ivan says, to misuse for our own purposes what the state or the market produce.

 

Our diplomas are not rituals, as those of the educational system are. According to Gluckman, in Ivan’s interpretation, those participating in a ritual cannot see the discrepancy which exists between the purpose of the ritual and its consequences. If it doesn’t rain after a rain dance, you may blame yourself but not the ritual. Ivan was the first in seeing schooling as a myth-making ritual, “a ritual creating a myth on which contemporary society then builds itself” (Cayley 1992, p.67). Thanks to Ivan or their own common sense, more and more people have been discovering the discrepancy between the stated or articulated purpose of the school and its outcome. Schooling can no longer generate the myth. Our diplomas represent an additional challenge to the myth, instead of reinforcing it. Any of our graduates in topography can do better in the real world, after three months of learning, than certified engineers can after 20 years. Our diplomas have no use for those who wish to show off or to ask for a job or any privilege. They are an expression of people’s autonomy. As a symbol, they represent the commitment of our ‘students’ to their own community, not a right to demand anything.

 

Cultural regeneration

 

In recent years, Indigenous peoples have been repeating an old saying: “They wrenched off our fruits... They ripped off our branches... They burned our trunk... But they could not kill our roots.”  The foliage represents the visible aspect of a culture, its morphology. The trunk, part visible and part invisible, represents the structural aspect. And the roots represent their myths, their view of the world, their notion of the self, space, time, spirituality...

 

A culture may accept, as does a tree, some grafts –something brought by another culture that becomes fully incorporated. The Spaniards, for example, brought the plough, which is now an intimate part of our peasant cultures. But to prosper, a graft should be of the same species, and it should be grafted in the appropriate way. In the communities there are also many alien elements, which cannot be grafted into their cultures. They may decide to keep them and use them in their own way, with a critical distance, or they may decide to reject them, as something damaging or dissolving their own culture. The school is often the first example mentioned by the participants when we discuss such alien elements. They remember that eight years ago, in a public forum of the Indigenous peoples of Oaxaca, after months of reflection and discussion, they declared: “The school has been the main tool of the State to destroy the Indigenous cultures”.

 

Inspired by what the communities are doing, we started recently in Unitierra another adventure. People of 300 communities from three provinces are participating with us in an exercise in cultural regeneration. We have two-or three-day workshops, in groups of 20 to 40, every six months, in towns near the communities. Every month we have one-or-two-day workshops, in groups of 3 to 8, in the communities. We share with all the participants some texts, audiocassettes and videocassettes. They use these tools for their own meetings with both literate and illiterate people.

 

For six months, with the full participation of the communities, we cooked up both fascinating and painful reflections on our cultures and how they have been affected and damaged. After such reflections, the participants conceive initiatives to strengthen their own ways. During the following years we will accompany them in the implementation of their initiatives; more than 200 are now being implemented. Those so willing may continue in Unitierra their learning process.

 

We are learning together, with these young and old people designated by communities’ assemblies of ten different Indigenous peoples, to participate in this adventure of ‘reflection in action’. We are learning how to regenerate our own cultures. We are hospitably opening our arms and hearts to others, but fully aware that we need to protect our own cultural trees from inhospitable people, tools and practices that corrupt or kill them. We are thus healing ourselves from the damages done to us by colonization and development. Together, we are all joyfully walking again along our own path, trusting again our own noses, dreaming again our own dreams...

 

 

 

Radical research

 

We also reclaimed for Unitierra an old tradition of the medieval university: the opportunity for a group of friends to learn and study together, around a table –not to get any diploma or to advance in the educational ladder, but for the joy of it. We were doing this before Unitierra. Again, we can do it without any formal institution. But Unitierra has become a very lively and joyful and playful place, and we love to have these conversations in its facilities.

 

We thus have in Unitierra regular seminars, to freely discuss what we want to discuss. We usually start with the definition of a common interest. Someone suggests a specific text, pertinent to the theme. In the next session we organize our conversation around what we read. The number of participants in every session varies from six to 25. Some ‘students’ and other friends come regularly to them.

 

We also organize special seminars, when one of us or an interesting visitor has something to share. The speaker speaks for 30 or 40 minutes and all the participants discuss with him or her for one or two hours more.

 

A regular, weekly seminar is focused on the ideas of Ivan Illich. We are exploring whether he articulated appropriately our experience at the grassroots. We use a selection of his texts as a reference or a framework to examine our own experience. The seminar has been very fruitful. Most of the participants are now conscious refuseniks. And it has produced a group of sub seminars, in which we are discussing a specific text or field of Illich. A sub-seminar, for example, is focused on Gender (1982), to examine what we are calling the feminization of politics in our communities. We are also attending to the call of Ivan in the 80s, expressed in his amazing essay “A Plea for Research on Lay Literacy” (1992), to do some radical research. We are applying in education what is already known about the literate mind. One of our regular sub seminars is dedicated to sharing the advances of four different research groups, created after Ivan’s call.

 

During the last part of his life Ivan was clearly interested in stimulating

 

a certain number of people to think about what tools do to our perception rather than what we can do with them, to look at how tools shape our mind, how their use shapes our perception of reality, rather than how we shape reality by applying or using them.

 

In other words, he said,

 

I’m interested in the symbolic fallout of tools, and how this fallout is reflected in the sacramental tool structure of the world… I would like to attempt two or three alternative approaches to the exploration of this fundamental question…I have had to select a few specific questions in which I have just enough competence to suggest a model approach. And one of them is this. I ask myself, What is the…most interesting technology that shapes the space one usually calls Western culture, as distinct, say, from Chinese culture? The obvious answer…is the alphabet. (Cayley 1992, pp. 224-5).

 

He did his part, through the book he wrote with Barry Sanders (1988) and particularly through the research that produced what he considered his best book, In the Vineyard of the Text (1993). He thus cleared the way to the path he suggested in Lay Literacy (1992). We are just following his call.

 

We don’t have any funding for this research. We don’t have a time horizon or any prescribed outcome. None of the participants have any expectation about the results. We are only enjoying ourselves by sharing every week, around a table, our insights or perplexities after some readings or experiences.

 

Through this research, day after day, we dis-cover the resilience of our oral culture in the communities, still resisting the restrictions and corruption of their beings and their way of life imposed by the alphabet – for example in fostering individualism or violent conflicts. We can inspire through such struggle our own resistance to the cybernetic mind and world which are now being imposed to everyone. And we can maintain a critical distance to the alphabet, knowing that yes, most of us are bookish people, but we are liberating ourselves from the symbolic fallout that the alphabet has had on all of us. Sharing this experience with our ‘students’ or in the communities has also been very stimulating.

 

A world without teachers

 

In the seminar about Ivan’s thinking in which we applied the idea of John McKnight to education, we learned a lot.

 

As I told you before, for a few minutes many apocalyptic descriptions circulated around our table where we imagined a world without teachers or teaching. But then something radically different started to come into our conversation. We imagined a myriad of ways in which the people themselves would create a different kind of life. Yes, for some time both the children and the young people would use their sudden freedom for pure leisure. For a few days or weeks, Internet would be at a near collapse, because all of them would be chatting… After some time, however, they would discover how boring such a life could be and would start doing something else. The most impressive element in our conversation was to discover how easy the transition would be, and how much the life of everyone would be improved in every possible aspect. Radically de-schooling the world, and not just disestablishing the school, as Ivan suggested, can be today the most important change than anyone can conceive for a new society. It implies a complete reorganization of our lives.

 

One of the most important conclusions of our conversation was the explicit recognition that we learn better when nobody is teaching us. We learn better from a master when he or she is not teaching us. We can observe this in every baby and in our own experience. Our vital competence comes from learning by doing, without any kind of teaching…

 

After the game, a very practical proposal came to the table. We knew that no virus killing both teachers and teaching was possible or even desirable. And we assumed that perhaps for a long time the school or its technological substitutes – increasingly dissolving it – would endure, entrenched in the dominant system. But we have learned, with the Zapatistas, that while changing the world is very difficult, perhaps impossible, it is possible to create a whole new world. That is exactly what the Zapatistas are doing in the south of Mexico. How can we create our own new world, at our own, small human scale, in our little corner in Oaxaca? How can we deschool our lives and those of our children in this real world, where the school still dominates minds, hearts and institutions?

 

There could be, we imagined, a kind of intellectual virus infecting a certain number of parents. Perhaps our small group could start that kind of contagion. How many of them would be needed to create a real alternative? What is the critical mass required for that purpose? Would we need, every one of those involved in the idea, to radically change our own way of life? Would we need a specific approach? A promotion or a co-motion? How could we make such an initiative?

 

Let me be very clear. We were not talking about our rural communities and even less about the Indigenous communities or the Zapatista communities. They are doing what we were just imagining. Yes, they still need to remove many obstacles, in their minds and in the real world, but they are clearly advancing in that direction. They are literally deschooling their lives. They have now a lot of experience in that endeavor. Our university is only one of the many visible tips of the magnificent iceberg of experiences that goes beyond both school and education. Sometimes, they still use the E word, a word that we are trying to exclude from our vocabulary. The Zapatistas, for example, have a General Coordination for their Rebel Autonomous Zapatista Educational System. In 1994 they closed the public schools and for ten years they’ve rejected all services from the government. They’ve reclaimed their own learning tradition, now applied in 500 “schools” they constructed in the area under their control. Their children are learning there and everywhere in their communities how to reclaim their old traditions and use contemporary tools. In the countryside, many people are deschooling their communities, both in Mexico and in many other parts of the world.

 

No, we were not talking about those communities. We were talking about urban people, mostly middle class, many of them former professionals, individuals that no longer have anything that can be called a real community. They are urban individuals, with nuclear families in which both parents work. Some of them took their children out of the school, some time ago, to protect them from the experience they suffered in it when they were children. A little later, however, they relapsed into the school system. They came back to public, private or home schooling out of despair: What could they do with their children? All the other children were in the school. And where could they find the people and places for their children to learn what they want to learn and to learn something useful for their lives if they were out of school?

 

The most dramatic lesson we derived from the exercise was to discover what we were really missing in the urban setting: conditions for apprenticeship. When we all request education and institutions where our children and young people can stay and learn, we close our eyes to the tragic social desert in which we live. They have no access to real opportunities to learn in freedom. There are no conditions for apprenticeships. In many cases, they can no longer learn with parents, uncles, grandparents – just talking to them, listening to their stories or observing them in their daily trade… Everybody is busy, going from one place to the other. No one seems to have the patience any more to share with the new generation the wisdom accumulated in a culture… Instead of education, what we really need is conditions for decent living, a community…

 

Our challenge thus became to find ways to regenerate community in the city, to create a social fabric in which we all, at any age, would be able to learn and in which every kind of apprenticeship might flourish. In doing this radical research, we surprise ourselves, every day, when we discover how easy it can be to create alternatives and how many people are interested in the adventure.

 

Hope as a social force

 

Five or six years ago, when I was talking with friends about Unitierra, I wrote a letter about my intention to Ivan, who was in Germany. He answered quickly. He wrote a very polite letter to me. He celebrated some of my points. He anticipated that in the current conditions of the world our kind of project would become fashionable and so it will be easy to get funds and clients. At the end of the letter, a simple question: “Why you, Gustavo?” That was his very gentle and respectful way of formulating an almost offensive criticism. He was suggesting that I was betraying all our beliefs and commitments. My supposed “alternative” was only another turn of the screw…

 

His letter took me by surprise. I read and reread my own letter. And I decided to wait until he returned to Cuernavaca to discuss Unitierra with him seriously. It was clear for me that we had not understood each other.

 

When he returned, we sat calmly at the long table of his house in Ocotepec. He was as affectionate as ever, ready to listen. I cannot remember any occasion in which he gave any kind of advice, to me or to any other person. He refused to be treated as an expert. He was available for consultation, whenever someone had a specific question about his work or about a specific theme, in which he could make a suggestion, recommend some readings or whatever. But he never gave advice.

 

Two points came out of that conversation which clearly contributed to the final shape of Unitierra. The first was not something that we had forgotten, but it was not clear enough in my letter to him. Our initiative was not another educational tool. We had no intention of transforming the ‘students’ into something. We would not be an institution providing educational services. In fact, we had no educational goals.

 

In 1970, Ivan selected the word tools to present his ideas, because he was convinced that such a word clearly expressed what he wanted to express: tools as a means to an end which people plan and engineer. A tool, he said once, “is not just a stick picked up in the street. I call a revolver, a gun or a sword a tool for aggression. I don’t call every stone which lies around such a tool.” (Cayley, p.109). Was not Unitierra just another tool, in which we were planning and engineering redesigned educational means and ends? Like all modern tools, it could turn from a means to an end and frustrate the possibility of the achievement of an end.

 

But Unitierra was not a tool, not even a tool for conviviality.

 

It was easy to explain to him that Unitierra is not a means to an end. What we learned from the communities brought us back from the future. There, you don’t have expectations. You have hopes. In Spanish, we have a beautiful expression to say that you have hopes: Abrigo esperanzas, that is, I wrap my hopes up well, for them not to freeze. You nourish your hopes, you care for them. As Ivan once said, “Hope…means trusting faith in the goodness of nature, while expectation…means reliance on results which are planned and controlled by man. Hope centers desire on a person from whom we await a gift. Expectation looks forward to satisfaction from a predictable process which will produce what we have the right to claim”. And he also warned us: “The Promethean ethos has now eclipsed hope. Survival of the human race depends on its rediscovery as a social force.” (1970b, 105-6).

 

A few years ago I was visiting Morelia, one of the most affected Zapatista communities. It has suffered two intrusions by the military and three by the paramilitary, leaving behind killings, rapes and the rest. I was talking one evening with Doña Virginia, a brilliant old woman.

 

-         How can you bear all this suffering? I asked her. She smiled.

 

-         We are not suffering more than before. We are not hungrier. They are not killing more people. But now we have hope. And that changes everything.

 

You can very well imagine what it means to be in such a situation and assume that it will continue for ever and ever, for your children and grandchildren. That would be absolutely unbearable, the source of all kinds of despair. But if you see the light at the end of the tunnel, as the Zapatistas are doing, if you have fully reclaimed your dignity and you are no longer plugged into the system, everything changes for you. You can deal with any predicament or restriction with a light spirit.

 

At the end of the Intercontinental Encounter against Neoliberalism, the Zapatistas, giving a new use to old leftist jargon, suggested the creation of the International of Hope. Using words as their main weapon, the Zapatistas rediscovered hope as a social force and opened a whole new avenue of transformation for all of us.

 

Radical hope, the very essence of popular movements, is not the
conviction that something will go well, but, as Vaclav Havel has said, the conviction that something makes sense, no matter what happens. This is the kind of hope we share in Unitierra – not the expectation of transforming any of our ‘students’ into something. Both the ‘students’ and the staff are doing something that makes sense. No one knows what will happen.

 

Discipline and freedom

 

In Unitierra we are not producing professionals. We have created a convivial place, where we all are enjoying ourselves while learning together. At the same time, both the ‘students’ and their communities soon discover that a stay at Unitierra is not a vacation. True, the students have no classes or projects. In fact, they don’t have any kind of formal obligation. There are no compulsory activities. But they have discipline, and rigor, and commitment –first with their group (other ‘students’), with us (participating in all kinds of activities for Unitierra) and with their communities. And they have hope.

 

How come? How is this possible? Is this not a kind of Summerhill…and will we not have the same outcome? There is an important contextual difference. We noticed it recently. A young urbanite individual came to Unitierra from Mexico City –through some peculiar connections. He stayed for only two months. He left, full of frustration, and also left a painful residue of disaffection in the other ‘students’ and the staff. This specific guy, fully individualized, westernized, was perhaps suffering from what Kundera once called “uniformed egocentrism” (1998, p. 248), a condition affecting many modern young people. This guy did not have in his vital experience the usual endowment of all our ‘students’: to be community, in flesh and bone; to feel, deeply in your heart, the obligation and responsibility with the social fabric of the community. Our ‘students’ do not belong to communities. They are their communities. Of course, they can enjoy themselves and have very long nights of pachanga and many fiestas. But they have a responsibility to their communities, that is, to themselves. And hope. That is why they can have discipline, and rigor, and commitment…

 

Our ‘students’ have the internal and social structure that is a fundamental condition for real freedom. If you don’t have them, if you are an individual atom within a mass of a collective, you need someone in charge of the organization. We all know how fragile a castle of cards can be. A group of billiard balls cannot stay together by themselves. The workers of a union, the members of a political party or church, the citizens of a country…all of them need organizers and external forces to keep them together. In the name of security and order, they sacrifice freedom. Real people, persons, knots in nets of relationships, can remain together by themselves, in freedom. They may use political and juridical procedures to generate and express their consensus, creating autonomously the rules for their harmonious coexistence. That is also what our ‘students’ are learning in Unitierra, sharing their knack for it with others, because many of them are experts in that trade.

 

And friendship?

 

The second point is more difficult to share. After listening carefully to my stories, Ivan asked: “What about friendship? Does it have any place in Unitierra?” My immediate reaction was stupid. I answered: “Yes, of course, we all are friends. The very idea came from friendship. All of us, working there, are friends. Whenever we start a seminar, it is a group of friends, enjoying a free conversation, gathered around a text, a common interest, whatever.” That was not his question.

 

At the end of Deschooling Society, where he elaborates on his not very smart proposals, Ivan wrote:

 

What characterizes the true master-disciple relationship is its priceless character. Aristotle speaks of it as a “moral type of friendship, which is not in fixed terms: it makes a gift, or does whatever it does, as to a friend”. Thomas Aquinas says of this kind of teaching that inevitably it is an act of love and mercy. This kind of teaching is always a luxury for the teacher and a form of leisure (in Greek, “schole”) for him and his pupil: an activity meaningful for both, having no ulterior purpose. (1970b, 101).

 

That is the main point in friendship. Gratis. Not only because there is no economic exchange involved, but because you are doing what you are doing for the joy of it, having no ulterior purpose. Gratis. Learning together is not a means towards an end, but an end in itself, for the joy of it. It is a pleasure to do it with friends, as an expression of friendship.

 

After learning with his friend Hugh of St. Victor, Ivan writes:

 

Friendship is the word in Hugh for that love of wisdom which is sapientia, or tasteful knowledge. (“If I am not so excited about knowing, yet I am strongly moved to love”, wrote Hugh). The friend is paradisus homo, “his very first presence is beatifying; friendship is a garden, a tree of life, wings for the flight to God… Sweetness, light, fire, wound…paradise regained”. When Hugh in the Didascalicon explains the appeal of wisdom, he cannot but use the metaphor of friendship which ultimately motivates studium.

 

For a few decades, Hugh’s contemporaries recovered and Christianized the Platonic doctrine in which knowledge without friendship that delights in the friend’s knowledge is deficient. He himself could not avoid interpreting the ultimate aim of studium in terms of this experience. The light of wisdom which envelops the mind of the student calls and draws him back to himself in such a way that he affects the other always as a friend. (1993, 27-8).

 

We all know that in a room with 10, 20, 40 or 400 students you cannot befriend them. You are performing. They are listening. Yes, as Ivan suggested, you can be a Schindler for them, saving some of them from the horrors of the system. But they are not your friends. You are not their friend. You have a professional relation with them and certain obligations. They also have certain obligations with you. It is not gratis.

 

Furthermore, in a modern educational setting friendship may become a very serious problem. Hugh of St. Víctor could speak openly of the tender friendship he found among other monks and nuns. Ivan observes that it is an experience which may appear shameful to Twentieth century readers and “diametrically opposed to even the noblest ‘interpersonal, relationship’ found anywhere since ‘the Chatterley ban and the Beatles’ first LP’” (1993, 27). Such tender friendship may be easily interpreted as sexual harassment in a modern university and bring to the staff legal conflicts and many other complications. 

 

How different is Unitierra? The ‘students’ coming to Unitierra are not our friends. When we put them in contact with a person doing what they want to learn, they are not friends. We know very well that you cannot create friendship. You cannot force it. Furthermore, you cannot befriend everybody. There is always a personal element of mutual attraction for friendship to be possible.

 

Austerity has been a key element in the creation of a social environment in which friendship emerges and flourishes. Austerity, as Aquinas clarified, is a virtue that does not exclude our delight. It does not exclude wine and women. It only excludes those delights degrading personal relationship. Austerity often includes techno fasting, renouncing anything that can be an obstacle for friendship, excluding any tool or technology that can create a distance between friends. Austerity, as a virtue, wrote Ivan 30 years ago, “is part of another virtue which is more fragile and embraces and overcomes it; joy, eutrapelia, friendship”. (1973, México: Posada, 1978, p.16).

 

We are not, in Unitierra, a community of friends. Notwithstanding, friendship is always at the very center of our activities. Friendship flourishes in every corner. If one of our friends does not feel he is comfortable with an apprentice or he thinks he cannot befriend him or her, he may call us and ask us for a change. Any ‘student’ can do the same. We need such flexibility and openness to walk our own path – creating a situation in which no condition for learning is scarce and our challenge becomes to deal with the affluence of joy and friendship which may overwhelm us. And there, more and more, we discover ourselves, who we are, in the eyes of our friends.

 

Escaping education?

 

Are we escaping education?

 

Without the certainty of knowing exactly what we are doing, we nourish the hope that we are creating and dis-covering alternatives to education. Yes, we are coming back from the future, living in the present, living in our own places, not in search of any kind of mobility which will take us to the centers of power of the global economy…

 

Like John Holt, I don’t like the word education. I am convinced that we can abandon it. Escaping education has become, for many of us, a very profound path of liberation.

 

At the same time, I can fully appreciate the need for a compromise. We are not living on Mars. We are living in a society organized around education. I think I can fully understand Dan, when he felt conflicted about the idea that while the project of education is fundamentally flawed and indecent, it will continue junking the majority. He has

 

looked into the eyes of hundreds of young men and women…who are stuck in this society and who have been designated ‘untouchables’. And as long as children are still compelled by law to attend school and can be harassed by the police (and their parents fined) if they fail to do so; as long as economic opportunities are divvied up according to school credentials…; as long as people are taxed to pay for a system that many of them cannot use because it continues ‘to spew and vomit out millions’ of children, places like Shalom can be justified (Grego 2002, 49).

 

I think that I can fully understand him. And I don’t think that any of your students, after their experience here, will resign themselves to the status of “untouchables”. I know that some of them here will learn “to play the game” of schooling and make their way into the exploiter class. As Dan observes, the authorities monitoring your activities will consider them “positive outcomes”. And I can see very well why he takes greater personal satisfaction when the students decide “to redefine themselves from ‘untouchables’ to conscientious objectors whether they graduate or not” (Grego 2002, 50).

 

I can fully understand the need for compromise and accommodation. One of the secrets of the survival of Indigenous cultures, after 500 years of continual aggression, is their flexibility and resilience in adapting themselves to changing circumstances. It is the same kind of attitude you observe among the Mexicans, many of them from Indigenous communities, coming to work to the US.

 

I hope it is evident, at this point, how much I love your adventure. I am sure Ivan would have also loved it, as would many of his friends and respected teachers, like Leopold Kohr. You are doing all the right things. You are bringing this enormous establishment to a human scale, where you can gain again a sense of proportion, common sense –the sense you have in community-, and the opportunity to exercise your art of living and dying.

 

The best critiques of schooling are implicit and explicit in the materials prepared for this conference, the best quotes of Berry, Gandhi and Illich, a brilliant alternative shaped as a New Vision… I must confess that after reading those materials, particularly Dan’s piece about untouchables, I was puzzled. What could be my role here?

 

We Mexicans, as Dan points out so well, are used to doing the shitwork for Americans. Should I do the shitwork of the conference, looking for flaws and difficulties in this magnificent endeavor? We Mexicans know how to enjoy our shitwork; it is part of our art of living. I would have been willing to assume that role. However, I know that such an idea is repugnant to Dan. He is convinced that we all should do our own shitwork. As far as I can s