Today I toured a Waldorf school. It was lovely. The kids ran around smiling and saying hello to our small group. The first graders jumped rope and sang songs. The seventh graders did a languid movement developed by the school's founder Rudolf Steiner called "Eurythmy." Seventh graders did a native Hawaiian chant on a field beside the kids' organic garden.
It all looked great, except that I had done some research and found several sites on the internet claiming Waldorf is a racist, anti-Semitic cult or at best, a deeply religious school masquerading as secular and progressive.
So when the head-of-school leading the tour asked what we knew about Waldorf and what we hoped to find out, I told him I knew Waldorf was arts-based, and my concern was that it was, in fact, a deeply ideological and religious school.
He didn't miss a beat. Waldorf is not religious, he said, but the founder was a Christian mystic. Waldorf definitely recognizes the spiritual growth of children.
As the tour progressed, I raised questions about everything that could be construed as religious. There was the issue of the Madonna and child. One parent thought it was a Boticelli, and a warm pre-school teacher said it wasn't religious, just a simple representation of maternal love. Then there was the daily blessing that included references to "God," the curriculum that included the Old Testament, the winged angel paintings that hung over the chalkboard in some classes.
The children are read stories everyday, the head-of-school said. These stories help them develop their imagination. Waldorf advises parents to reduce or eliminate exposure to television and all forms of media. They want the children to develop their own images, and not have any imposed upon them in the formative stage of developing their imagination.
What are the stories, I wanted to know. Norse myths he said. Greek plays. Arthurian legends. All stories that explore human archetypes. I began to understand the golden-haired maidens glowing out from every wall, included in six out of every ten of the children's own drawings. She is Idun, the maiden the Norse gods seek for her apples of eternal youth.
But, as the head of school pointed out, there is also a whole room dedicated
to Hawaiana studies, a "learning block" that includes texts based on
the Vedas, and Tibetan prayer flags made by the children as gifts to
the Dalai Lama.
I left the campus with mixed feelings. Would I have been happy at Waldorf? Maybe. Or I might have been one of the kids of color wishing I had blond hair; the African and Jewish girl surrounded by a culture that devalued and denigrated both.
Would Tenzin be happy there? I think he would love the play, the singing, the dance. Do I want these things to come encased in the culture of maidens, Norse gods and German folk-tales? Probably not.
Would you send your children to a Waldorf school?