Sounds like the tone of the proselytizing teacher differs from the discussions of Mr. Skank (emphasis added):
While science teachers, particularly in the Bible Belt, have been known to refuse to teach evolution, the controversy here, 10 miles west of Manhattan, hinges on assertions Mr. Paszkiewicz made in class, including how a specific Muslim girl would go to hell.And:
“If you reject his gift of salvation, then you know where you belong,” Mr. Paszkiewicz was recorded saying of Jesus. “He did everything in his power to make sure that you could go to heaven, so much so that he took your sins on his own body, suffered your pains for you, and he’s saying, ‘Please, accept me, believe.’ If you reject that, you belong in hell.”For me, in the glorious Harlan Community High School in Southwest Iowa, the thing that bothered me most was not speechifying on G-d. I think the strong mix of Nordic-style Protestants and German Catholics, and the lack of Southern-style Baptists and evangelicals had something to do with this.
The thing that bothered me was the homophobia of more than one faculty member. Two guidance counselors, in fact, were real assholes to a kid that was born super-gay and couldn't do anything about it (except get very high grades and hightail out of Podunk, USA, and go to the Greenwich Village, NYC). Another young man, bless his heart, was a member of my church, and came out in his twenties; no one suspected his orientation previously.
Little surprise, then, that SW Iowa is heavily Republican, with a disavowed history of racism. Given this, however, one gets oh-so radicalized -- political consciousness came much easier to me when the grain of transgressiveness was planted in me, for near everything I saw, in the Omaha newspaper, from my Repub teachers and "counselors," and my "Jews are going to hell for not accepting the Savior" church -- everything became foreign-ized, and instead of resulting in alienation, these experiences borne in me individualism. And individualism, such that I have today, where I am less than comfortable with furry, NPR-listenin', lefty-votin', big-on-recyclin' bleeding hearts (altho' I can't deny, I'm one, more or less).
Individual critical consciousness, y'all; get on the boat -- yer own boat.