As regular Dwarf readers will know, the Schools Action Union was set up at the beginning of January. Since then it has undergone steady, nation-wide expansion and our own newspaper, Vanguard, sells about 4,000 copies to teachers and secondary-school students.
So far so good, but with the start of the summer term and the proximity of the exams some of our members and sympathisers are beginning to feel the squeeze, both at home and at school.
The inevitable pressure from parents is increasing and that of headmasters is reaching an ominously high level. In fact it would seem that headmasters in London have reached a joint decision, possibly with the backing of the Inner London Education Authority, to force S.A.U. members to stop their activities and leave the organisation. If they do not they are threatened with having their university or college entrance forms ruined by vindictive comments from the headmaster. Even the teachers who support us are finding things rather hot and the fear of dismissal is an uncomfortable thing to live with.
We need help to resist this pressure being put on us. It is the pressure of those who train young people to do the tricks the capitalist system requires and they are applying the pressure because they are frightened.
We are not frightened, because we know we will win. But to bring the victory closer we must have the support of all progressive groups in each district. This means Trades Councils, all militant trade-unionists, left-wing political groups and all other sympathetic movements. If headmasters and boards of governors knew that their actions might result in industrial action — and remember that boards of governors are always made up of business-men then they attempts at harrassment and intimidation. ero move towards this situation we ask about somide. They anyone willing and able to help, to contact their local branch of the S.A.V. If you do not know the address or if there is not yet one in little unimportant things. start one please contact, The Secretary, Kiddepore Gardens, London NW3 Richard Lugg *But they are trodden on, the old familiar faces, so at the rising of the sun and the going down of the ditto, I remember, remember, the house where i was taught to play up, play upi and play the game though nobody ever told me
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