The Generation Gap in
(ca. 2500 B.C.)
"Where did you go?"
"I did not go anywhere."
"If you did not go anywhere, why do you idle about? Go to school, stand before your 'school-father,' recite your assignment, open your schoolbag, write your tablet, let your 'big brother' write your new tablet for you. After you have finished your assignment and reported to your monitor, come to me, and do not wander about in the street. Come now, do you know what I said?"
"I know, I'll tell it to you."
"Come, now, repeat it to me."
"I'll repeat it to you."
"Tell it to me.
"Come on, tell it to me."
"You told me to go to school, recite my assignment, open my schoolbag, write my tablet, while my 'big brother' is to write my new tablet. After finishing my assignment, I am to proceed to my work and to come to you after I have reported to my monitor. That's what you told me."
The father now continues with a long monologue:
"Come now, be a man. Don't stand about in the public square, or wander about the boulevard. When walking in the street, don't look all around. Be humble and show fear before your monitor. When you show terror, the monitor will like you."
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"You who wander about in the public square, would you achieve success? Then seek out the first generations. Go to school, it will be of benefit to you. My son, seek out the first generations, inquire of them.
"Perverse one over whom I stand watch-I would not be a man did I not stand watch over my son-I spoke to my kin, compared its men, but found none like you among them.
"What I am about to relate to you turns the fool into a wise man, holds the snake as if by charms, and will not let you accept false phrases. Because my heart had been sated with weariness of you, I kept away from you and heeded not your fears and grumblings-no, I heeded not your fears and grumblings. Because of your clamorings, yes, because of your clamorings-I was angry with you-yes, I was angry with you. Because you do not look to your humanity, my heart was carried off as if by an evil wind. Your grumblings have put an end to me, you have brought me to the point of death.
"I, never in all my life did I make you carry reeds to the canebrake. The reed rushes which the young and the little carry, you, never in your life did you carry them. I never said to you 'Follow my caravans'. I never sent you to work, to plow my field. I never sent you to work to dig up my field. I never sent you to work as a laborer. 'Go, work and support me,' I never in my life said to you.
"Others like you support their parents by working. If you spoke to your kin, and appreciated them, you would emulate them. They provide 10 gur [72 bushels] barley each-even the young ones provided their fathers with 10 gur each. They multiplied barley for their father, maintained him in barley, oil, and wool. But you, you're a man when it comes to perverseness, but compared to them you are not a man at all. You certainly don't labor like them-they are the sons of fathers who make their sons labor, but me-I didn't make you work like them.
"Perverse one with whom I am furious-who is the man who can really be furious with his son-I spoke to my kin and found something hitherto unnoticed. The words which I shall relate to you, fear them and be on your guard because of them. Your partner, your yokemate-you failed to appreciate him; why do you not emulate him? Your friend, your companion-you failed to appreciate him; why do you not emulate him? Emulate your older brother. Emulate your younger brother. Among all mankind's craftsmen who dwell in the land, as many as Enki [the god of arts and crafts] called by name [brought into existence], no work as difficult as the scribal art did he call by name. For if not for song [poetry]-like the banks of the sea, the banks of the distant canals, is the heart of song distant-you wouldn't be listening to my counsel, and I wouldn't be repeating to you the wisdom of my father. It is an accordance with the fate decreed by Enlil for man that a son follows the work of his father.
"I, night and day am I tortured because of you. Night and day you waste in pleasures. You have accumulated much wealth, have expanded far and wide, have become fat, big, broad, powerful, and puffed. But your kin waits expectantly for your misfortune, and will rejoice at it because you looked not to your humanity."
Credits: Samuel Noah Kramer, History Begins at