Bede would turn in his grave: raising boys to worship money & power – thoughts of an Old Boy of St Bede’s

When I was 12 or 13 years old, on occasion I used to ride the long way home from Casebrook Intermediate to Pāpānui via St Bede’s College. I would stop and gaze through the fences at the pristine school grounds, the grand buildings and the sharp red and black uniforms. I couldn’t have articulated this… Read More Bede would turn in his grave: raising boys to worship money & power – thoughts of an Old Boy of St Bede’s