willing to accommodate

Why are we creating educational ghettoes in 2017?

 not just Catholics, nor is it anti-faith, but based on the belief that if we want to have a tolerant, inclusive society, we need to have a tolerant, inclusive education system that produces it. That means not segregating children into different faith schools, which limits their horizons and ensures the next generation grows up as strangers to each other. Why are we creating educational ghettoes in 2017?

Parents in Northern Ireland appreciate this more than most others, which explains the recent growth in the number of integrated schools there. We should learn from their example. The Catholic church also seems to have no problem elsewhere in the developed world, where its schools are not permitted to religiously select pupils. This is why the Catholic International Education Office describes a Catholic school as “a non-discriminatory school, open to all”.

It is ironic that here in the UK we say we want children to learn to be good citizens and share the same values, but then divide them at the school gate into faith groups, immediately instilling an “us and them” culture. If we love our neighbours as ourselves, then a faith ethos can coexist alongside social cohesion.
Rabbi Dr Jonathan Romain
Chair, Accord Coalition for inclusive education

• Catherine Pepinster claims that policies which promote integration in and equal access to state-funded schools are somehow evidence of “antipathy to Catholic schools”. This is patently false. The 50% cap on religious selection in school admissions to which she refers has nothing to say about the merits or otherwise of Catholic schools, nor of religious schools more generally. In fact, all it proffers is that the people whose taxes pay for their local schools should have at least some access to them, and that it might not be the best idea to continue allowing entirely segregated religious schools to become a feature of our increasingly diverse society. This sounds perfectly reasonable to me, and indeed a recent poll revealed that 67% of Catholics, and 71% of Christians as a whole, thought so too.

In sum, policies designed to promote integration and equal access in all schools are no more motivated by prejudice towards Catholics than were anti-apartheid policies motivated by prejudice towards whites.
Jessica Perera
Fair Admissions Campaign

• Catherine Pepinster complains that any prejudice left against Catholics comes from “those who are avowedly secular”, and cites the “antipathy to Catholic schools” as evidence of this. As a past governor of Catholic schools and colleges my objections to state-funded faith schools have nothing to do with theology but rather the damage done to our society by educating children of different faiths separately. We would not tolerate educating children of different races apart – why is religion different? Additionally all faith schools pursue discriminatory employment policies that would not be tolerated elsewhere in society. I find these as objectionable as the constitutional requirement that all future monarchs must be Protestant. Now that is evidence that “Britain’s Catholics still face prejudice”.
Declan O’Neill
Oldham

• Giles Fraser (Loose canon, 3 November) implies that the Catholic church tried to prevent people translating the Bible into their own languages. That is not true. The Catholic church compiled the Bible (something acknowledged by Luther) and the first person to translate any part of it into (Old) English was a Catholic priest, Bede, in the eighth century. Johannes Gutenberg, the printer, was a Catholic and the Gutenberg Bible was an edition of the Catholic Vulgate version. It was written in Latin but the Church’s role in the mass production of the Bible in any language does not sit with a policy of keeping it out of the hands of ordinary people. Not long after the Gutenberg Bible was printed, and years before Luther’s 95 theses, the Bible had been translated into German.

 From Monday until Friday most people are busyworking or studying, but in the evenings and off weekends they are free to relax and enjoy themselves. Some watch television or go to the movies;others participate in sports.It depends on individual interests. There are many different ways to spend our spare time.
Almost everyone has some kind of hobby. It may be anything from collecting stamps to making model airplanes.Some hobbies are worth a lot of money; others are valuable only to their owners.
I know a man Who has a coin collection worth several thousand yuan. A short time ago he bought a rare ten-yuan piece worth 250 yuan. He was very happy about the purchase and thought the price was reasonable, on the other hand, my son collects match boxes. He has almost 600 of them but I doubt if they are wortfi any money. However, to my son they are extremely valuable. Nothing makes him happier than to find a new match-box for his collection.
That's what a hobby means, i guess. It is something we like to do in our spare time simply for the fun of. it. The value in money is not important, but the pleasure it gives us is.

Summer, the road People are hurrying to and fro., heavy traffic; the sun high up in the sky, look up, stab eyes; sweltering heat, light, the supermarket rentoucuandong, sales girl sweet voice, with adults and children have to eat dumplings, noodles waiting. In the vegetable market, it is lively and extraordinary: wide width and narrow road leading to the market, numerous shops feel convenient but too crowded. Call sell meters, Key Duplication Service, selling pirated discs, selling pirated books, clothes, shoes, sell bread, newspaper, magazine, a see things in a blur.

All this, gave me asphyxia and lonely feeling. To leave this place, to find the true inner filling.

The campus, an idyllic scene, I sat under a tree, look lonely past. When I was young, optimistic by nature, I always everywhere channeling the door, to see Gon Freecss home "saints", Ping sister home to swing, pick the turtle, dragon house to play, but as the days passed quickly, the twinkling of an eye, I began sad reading career. Performance is always the last one, standing by the teacher, students were isolated, laughed at, I endure, tear filled with. When looking at the students laughing and talking, in pairs, flavor is not very in the heart.

That year, I wronged you, say I stole her small stones, it is silence, beyond dispute.

That year, I am a person sitting in the classroom, with tears in his eyes, no one, no one will play with me, do homework together, no one to comfort me, no one knows my lonely sad.

That year, I was a teacher of inexplicable scold, classmates secretly laugh at. The teacher, is to see I do not pleasing to the eye, always buckle me many points, disrelish me clothes ragged, also accused me of cheating on exams. No one knows, my heart in anguish.

That year, I was a boy I complain, PE did not wear shoes, he also has scolded, chasing, I had to hide in the ladies' room, tears.

That year, the teacher put me on the front row, but the students applauded "farewell", a girl kicked me, I listened to the teacher, while water erase seemingly flow not dried tears, the side of the girl looked at me in the snicker. The heart of sour who know?

That year, the school outing, nobody is willing to a group with me, I'm alone, wandering in the playground to dodge, tears, heart sad. In fact, it is not just that year, almost every year, people don't want to play with me.

Only a few days, then came back.

So, I'm a homebody. Home is the place for me. But, I don't have a home of their own. I have, is only a house, the house did not call me to the reservoir life Domestic Helpe.

So, I am the lonely people. Lonely as a single string headphone amp. Such a life as performers, walk street string lane, sing a little song. Difficult to play drama. Sometimes I feel like a show is not little geisha. People struggling heap, look at me, listen to me sing simple and vulgar yearning, sorrow boudoir resentment. All life. Grand majestic splendor of the melody, has nothing to do with me.

It makes my life song to sing all the way to the hoarse. Dry as a desert travel. Some sexy concept in consciousness in a blurred as silly girl. Yan MO forget beautiful flowers fangfei. Until seeing the solar term, suddenly cool to the heart.

That night I told myself: I have the disease, but I don't moan

The house amplifying human fatigue. Is coming home nuhart. Collapsed on the bed for a warm tired. Want the sun to press on the body tried to struggle and give up.

I am willing to accept, that from the high. For example, outer rain. For instance you Hill bell a sleeve arrows.

But all the difficult. Fate hidden irresistible force like punches repeatedly hitting the sandbags. In this world there is always a hands don't let me down. For example, you

Return reminiscent of departure. Some fragments flying, hovering over time. The window after the ambiguous stealth face, suddenly looking back to see one eye, then roared to. Strange and distant......

Remember earlier left home young, blind to elope, run in emotion. Don't feel like flowers left branches, all the mileage of pain and pain through.

Home empty like a disaster. I live in the ideal nothingness moment. I think I should be criticized. My love, need to look with eyes closed. Repeated search could not find a gentle breath parasitic in my room. This, is a happy blast formatted space. Wonderful voice, wonderful landscape painting, absolutely empty do empty

And I could not Paoshe it. Standing on the balcony and window. Who said the night sometime?

In front of the building the road lamp suspected galaxy, in pairs, not alone. Suddenly recall a weaver, still smoke lock in the opposite, never betray.

To all the cool and gentle, is carved in the heart of the disk.