One day in 1970 or 1971 the section of Broadway I happened to be walking on was between the subway kiosk and Fordham University. A fragment of conversation between two academic looking guys reached my ear: “Oh, that’s sort of like what Paul Knatz is doing.”

Free Learning Exchange


Wow. I’d founded the Free Learning Exchange, I’d handed out literature, I’d gotten articles printed in this and that paper (I’d handed out literature at Fordham!) … Now I was hearing my name mentioned by people I didn’t recognize who didn’t recognize me either! Wow.

I wish I could know how accurate their sense of what I was doing was.
One thing I do know: not one penny came into the Free Learning Exchange that I didn’t know about, and didn’t know where it was from. Only two checks larger than $3 were ever received: and they were both from Helen Volkomner and the United Methodist Women. Therefore: QED: these two guys at Fordham, whether they bandied my name about or not, whether they knew what they were saying of not, did not contribute financially to deschooling! And neither did you! And that’s why we have the world we do.

fragment lifted from the PaulKnatz blog:
I met a fellow in the Palm Beach jail who recognized my name and introduced himself as a fan of mine: that is, of Knatz.com. Briefly, he told me that he’d first seen my name on a web site listing the ten “most dangerous” writers in America. I was listed in second place! (Evil! Imagine that! while unpublished!) He decided to see for himself, by actually reading what I’d actually written: and discovered “a hero”! “These guys should be applauding you,” he said, indicating our follow prisoners (and the guards too). “If everyone read Knatz.com there would be no jails.”


(I’m recreating Knatz.com here: too late I’m afraid: the window for salvation closed. But at least you can know that there was an opportunity.)

About pk

Seems to me that some modicum of honesty is requisite to intelligence. If we look in the mirror and see not kleptocrats but Christians, we’re still in the same old trouble.
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