Paulo Freire, born on the 19th of September in 1921, was a Brazilian philosopher and radical pedagogue most known for his 1968 work Pedagogy of the Oppressed. “Language is never neutral.”

Paulo was born in Recife, the capital of the northeastern Brazilian state of Pernambuco. Initially affluent, his family experienced hardship during the Great Depression of the 1930s, and Freire’s education suffered due to his own experiences with poverty and hunger.

Freire began working as a schoolteacher in the 1940s, beginning to serve as the director of the Pernambuco Department of Education and Culture in 1946. Due to the 1964 Brazilian coup d’état, where a military dictatorship was put in place with the support of the United States, Paulo Freire was exiled from his home country, an exile that lasted 16 years.

Freire then worked in Chile, until April 1969 when he accepted a temporary position at Harvard University. It was during this period, in 1968, that Freire published his most famous work, “Pedagogy of the Oppressed”.

In this text, Freire criticizes what he calls the “banking method” of education, wherein a teacher “deposits” knowledge into an empty vessel, the student, or “bank”. Instead, Freire calls upon teacher to engage in a more dialog-centric or creative education, one in which the suppressed experiences of the oppressed help create knowledge, fostering a social reality in which the marginalized are humanized.

Pedagogy of the Oppressed has since become the third most cited book in the social sciences, according to Elliott D. Green. As of 2000, the book had sold over 750,000 copies worldwide.

“Manipulation, sloganizing, depositing, regimentation, and prescription cannot be components of revolutionary praxis, precisely because they are the components of the praxis of domination.”

Paulo Freire

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  • PorkrollPosadist [he/him, they/them]@hexbear.netMEnglish
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    >Novice necromancer submits a spell to the DM.
>DM "its poorly written but whatever. You can use it”
>As is the nature of a fucking weirdo the necromancer goes off by himself to perform his d*********
>A successful summoning
>Roll to control it
>fail
>The Jimmy Kimmel sorcerer summoned an additional Jimmy Kimmel sorcerer minion.
>Nervouslaughter.jpg by everyone at the table.
>Roll to banish
>another fail
>each of the Jimmy Kimmels then summon another Jimmy Kimmel, 1 per Kimmel.
>Necromancer “oh god, this is getting bad...'m gonna need some help”
>party is in an inn across the way
>necromancer runs for help.
>DM runs the calculations
>in the time it took for him to get the party from the inn the Kimmels have reproduced
>There are now over 16000 Jimmy Kimmels and they’ continuing to multiply exponentially
>"oh god...”
>"Tha...That's too many late night hosts guys, we need a high level NPC!”
>"DM, how many more Jimmy Kimmels can be created?”
>DM - "According to the spell submitted by Drenokan, there's no limit
>"FUCK!"
>The party bails from the town. The screams of the townsfolk can be heard in the
distance as the Jimmy Kimmels continue to multiply. Everyone smacks Drenokan in the back of the head as they go
>As they run a tower of Jimmy Kimmels emerges from the horizon as the dawn breaks.
>Party arrives at a port town as a wave of Kimmels builds in the forest behind
 them, Kimmels now tumbling over one another summoning more Kimmels as they fall
 as Kimmels summoning Kimmels summoning Kimmels summoning Kimmels summon yet more Kimmels
>"welll take a boat and just head off to another continent, problem solved guys. let's get out of here”
>DM's narration is perfect
>"As the boat departs Jimmy Kimmels are just beginning to tumble onto the
docks. The panicked screams of the townsfolk generate an eerie melody as a
precession of percussion drifts through the air. An untold ‘number of late night
hosts clattering together herald the end of Swiftwater, the small port town at the western edge of the continent of Edhyak. Edhyak, known for it's bustling cities and vibrant merchant commerce
was thus buried beneath a mountain of Kimmels. In the coming hours millions die in this chuckleopolpyise, their bodies merely acting as a foundation for yet more bodies to follow”
>Mackleroy, a merchant character in the party is livid. He's real big into world building and he'd spent a month with the DM developing this place and it basically became a barren bone wasteland in a matter of 6 or 7 tums,
>Mackleroy “Okay, can we restart already? This is getting stupid”
>DM "No, Not until we finish the story.”
> Boat is filled with weeping people lamenting their forsaken homes. Mackleroy is considering tossing Drenokan overboard. Other party members are actually trying to critically think things through "How can we stem this tide of undead?" "mayhaps we can draw them into the void
>captain of ship calls out "Gods alive! Protect us! Thar be Jimmys headn our way!”
>DM narrates further “In the distance a wave of late night hosts roll across the horizon cutting the sea in twain. The rattle of their bodies has become a deafening roar. The ship breaks out into a panic. People are screaming, crying, jumping overboard; complete pandemonium. The boat gets swept up in this Kimmel tide. Kimmels appear from thin air tumbling onto the boat as they do.
>The party is fighting off Jimmys on the boat in a sea of Jimmys
>The wave of Kimmels gradually continues to overtake the boat and soon the boat itself is adrift in this sea of Kimmels. Party takes tums fighting off the Kimmels. Frantically making saving rolls that never hit 20 for some kind of divine intervention. At one point our sorcerer tries to reason them "PLEASE, STAHP. NO MORE!"
>nothing
>DM intervenes "There are countless Jimmy Kimmels now. Even if you could cut down one million with a single swing you'd never be able to overtake their ability to reproduce. This continues for a while longer and then...they reach a critical mass. The weight of the Kimmels becomes so great that their combined mass crushes the innermost portions of the planet. The generation of gravity from the Kimmels’ ever increasing mass sucks them into a void of density instantly Killing anyone left on the planet who wasn't already dead...or a late night host. This starts a chain reaction with fuels the creation of a new star. A star born of death. The cries of many are lost to a burning blaze in the aether. Some say you can still hear the subtle hiss of a PA system echoing around this star.

Tongue in cheek. This short campaign is affectionately referred to in our group as "Jimmy Kimmel's wild ride”