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"Excuse us, sir", said one of them, "...excuse us for talking. You're the one who should have been talking, sir. You know things, sir. We don't."

And Freire's response...

"All right," I said, in response to the peasant's intervention. "Let's say I know and you don't. Still, I'd like to try a game with you that, to work right, will require our full effort and attention. I'm going to draw a line down the middle of this chalkboard, and I'm going to write down on this side the goals I score against you, and on this other side the ones you score against me. The game will consist in asking each other questions. If the person asked doesn't know the answer, the person who asked the question scores a goal. I'll start the game by asking you a question."

At this point, precisely because I had seized the group's "moment," the climate was more lively than when we had begun, before the silence.

First question:

"What is the Socratic maieutic?"

General guffawing. Score one for me.

"Now it's your turn to ask me a question," I said.

There was some whispering, and one of them tossed out the question:

"What's a contour curve?"

I couldn't answer. I marked down one to one.

"What importance does Hegel have in Marx's thought?"

Two to one.

"What's soil liming?"

Two to two.

"What's an intransitivie verb?"

Three to two.

"What's a contour curve got to do with erosion?"

Three to three.

"What's epistemology?"

Four to three.

"What's green fertilizer?"

Four to four.

And so on, until we got to ten to ten.

A rare emperor.
From Pedagogy of Hope