Does Sparing the Rod Really Spoil the Child?

"When police found a kindergarten boy who had walked off from school after attacking his teacher and classmates," Elizabeth K. Anthony writes at The Conversation, "it didn't take them long to start guessing about the cause of his behavior."

Long story short: The cops concluded the boy wasn't getting enough of That Good Old Corporal Punishment at home, and told his mother exactly that.

"He's bad because no one's correcting it."

"This is why people need to beat their kids."

"As law enforcement officers ... we applaud the fact that you will please beat your kid."

There are no happy endings to such incidents, but this case did result in a hefty settlement after a judge ruled that the police behavior involved was "assaultive in nature."

For much of my own life, I assumed that "spare the rod, spoil the child" was not only how things were, but the only way they could be. My wife and I debated that belief in a spirited manner and she largely prevailed in banning corporal punishment for our kids. I learned to keep my opinion (or at least my hands) to myself. But I never questioned it.

Then I inherited the razor strop.

It was my great-grandfather's, then my grandfather's, then my father's, and when he passed away it -- and memories of it that I'd tried to bury -- came to me.

I assume my grandfather and his father used the strop for its intended purpose, sharpening the straight razor which I also inherited. And, yes, maybe for other things.

My dad didn't need the razor or strop for shaving -- disposable razors were fine with him. But he used that strop liberally, on me, when my behavior didn't measure up to his standards.

It's just a strip of leather, backed by a strip of thick cloth, maybe two feet long and four inches wide. But in memory, it's a giant serpent of fire and pain that I lived in abject terror of throughout my childhood.

Was my father an evil man? I don't think so.

On the other hand, 40 years or more after my final disciplinary encounter with the strop, I'm no longer convinced that his decision to inflict pain on me is the reason I'm not dead, in prison, or an alcoholic.

If the strop taught me anything, it was the false lesson that instant resort to violence "works." I suspect I'm not dead, in prison, or an alcoholic in spite of, not because of, the strop.

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