Lords of Discipline
Conroy, Pat
This book purportedly describes life in a fictional military academy, similar to The Citadel in South Carolina. The student requirements include endless marching, battle drills, memorizing of useless information, dress codes, bedroom checks, humiliation/hazing by upperclassmen, etc. Some may argue that this is a “true picture of life in the military.” But is it necessary for our minor children to be asked to read and study this crude content in order to understand one man’s idea about military school?
The story contains a subplot about a secret society of students and faculty whose job it is to protect the purity and strength of the student body by getting rid of those who don't meet their standards (for example, the Academy’s first black student). Another subplot deals with a pregnant girl who has sex with one student (Will) while carrying another student’s (Tradd) baby.
Tradd, an unpopular boy, betrays his roommates which introduces a series of disasters: one student dies, one leaves the Academy just before graduation, and one gets his diploma through blackmail. By the end of the book, Tradd, now alone and without a friend, is miserable. Will does experience some personal growth by the last page, but the “end does not justify the means” and the vulgarity of the passages below speak for themselves.
Conroy states (in My Losing Season): “My books are all disfigured by the sullen presence of my child-beating father, Don Conroy, and this one is no exception. I can remember hating him when I was a two-year-old boy and first came to consciousness when my mother tried to stab him with a butcher knife and he backhanded her to the floor, laughing, a scene I observed from my high chair.”
Parents, please be aware that Conroy's books contain a great deal of vulgarity and profane language. However, Blue Valley Communication Arts teachers love this author. Not only do they assign Lords of Discipline, but they ask our kids to read three other Conroy books in various classes. Conroy's other Blue Valley textbooks are My Losing Season, The Great Santini, and The Water is Wide.
Some of the language includes
motherfucker/fucker/fuck/fuckstick, pussy, cunt, douchebag, poontang,
slut, suck my dick, shit, piss, asswipe, bastard.
According to a Blue Valley West CA IV syllabus, this book is "a huge student favorite."
Excerpts:- I leaned down and grabbed my ankles. Pig...kissed my ass reverently, deliciously, moaning with exaggerated pleasure, as though he were a leading man kissing a lovely woman...Then he bit my ass and purred licentiously…
- God’s a blind nigger.
- I’m gonna kill you, jock. I’m gonna eat your ass for breakfast, lunch and dinner…make your life one long fucking nightmare, douchebag…beg me to open up the gate so you can run home to your slut mother...what do you say to that, pussy?
- Do you want to suck my dick, boy? ...Shit, dumbhead, everyone knows English majors love to suck and blow on dicks...what’s my name, douchebag?...The punch came from behind me...a perfect blow to the kidney. I staggered forward...”Not here Newman, you stupid bastard...wait until you get him to his room...”
- You stupid asshole...you poor dumb fucker...
- I would like to see every single one of you abortions…run home to your mother’s skirts.
- Do you see the hand of God coming down from heaven to help you, scumbags?...Because there’s nothing to see, maggot-shits...I’m a fucking maniac…I’d pump this room full of DDT and let all of you die like the roach turds you really are…gives me kind of a warm feeling all over when I think about sticking my swagger stick up your fucking asses and have it come out all slick with your blood and intestines...God has ceased to exist for any of you. He doesn’t care a fucking thing for…you. He’s dead for you all...I am your God and you will obey my commandments or I’ll jack it up your filthy asses...here is what your new…God thinks of your old Bible. He...plunged the sword into the Bible with a deep, savage thrust, then lifted the skewered book aloft...had been soaked in lighter fluid...lit a match...
- Does your mother fuck, douchebag? Your mother should have stuck a coat hanger up her cunt to kill a maggot like you. Repeat after me...you are an abortion. I’m an abortion, sir! I screamed. A maggot. I’m a maggot sir! A douchebag. I am a douchebag sir! A used Kotex. I am a used Kotex sir. You are shit. I am shit sir! The shit that comes from a woman when she’s on the rag. I am the shit that comes from a woman when she’s on the rag! A pubic hair on a nigger. I am a pubic hair on a nigger, sir! Do you love this place, fuckstick?...shit maggot…pussy…vagina face…asswipe.
- They tied (Rodney) naked to his rack…his frail body struggled against the ropes. Fox had bought a thousand crickets…emptied the crickets over (him). They gagged him so his screams would not attract (attention).
- Urine poured out of (Bentley’s) pants, made a pool between his legs. We could hear the piss running on the cement. Fox and Newman kept screaming, Piss, piss, piss, piss, you fucking pussy...The sound they heard was the sound of the other 37 freshmen pissing in their own pants, in affirmation of our allegiance to Bentley...It was the grandest piss I would ever piss in my life, the prince of pisses...forced us to lie face down in our own urine…rubbed our noses in it, made us roll in it, soak it into our uniforms, rub it into our hair and faces...then all of us were vomiting...37 boys who rolled in piss and vomit….
- What is vomit, douchebag? You better know it, fuckstick...or I’m going to beat the shit out of you.
- What would a plebe not eat, McLean? Sir, a plebe would not eat a hemorrhoid out of the asshole of a naval admiral, a wart off the pecker of an army general, the first sergeant’s mother….
- I’m farting like a motherfucking bastard. Theresa, you flapping twat. So I’m fucking going out the fucking door to the fucking shit house to shit my fucking brains out.
- When they say she’s pretty, what they’re really saying is that they’d like to fuck her. They’re looking at her picture thinking what she looks like without clothes and then they think about spreading her legs and...I’d love to stick a big, hot, hairy banana in that sweet piece of Italian poontang. I’d love to play hide the sausage with that hot madonna.
- (At a strip club)...mother-daughter team...bodies glistened as they moved and swayed in graceless ecstasies...removed their G-strings...saw the mother snatch a cigarette out of a cadet’s mouth, stick the filter end deep inside her...then replace it between the startled cadet’s lips.
- Wet beavers, Pig sighed happily as the two strippers parted their legs and began moving toward the mob in short, limbo-like hops. This fair is so low-class that strippers show you wet beavers...The mother announced to the crowd, She came out of my pussy naked...a new stripper for the show...
- I’m sorry I’m pregnant, Will...We began to touch each other...Her tongue found my ear. My finger entered her. I kissed her breasts and began licking her nipples with my tongue. I entered her and came almost at once…I grew hard again, went into her again...began to rock together, and moan together…her heels on the back of my thighs...then the fire...my spilling out inside her...I wanted to shout, I am not a virgin! I am not a virgin!
The following statements are a portion of a review written
by a Blue Valley Communication Art teacher. To read these reviews, ask
for the documentation in your school library.
"Lords of Discipline is written with
great understanding about the passage of youth into manhood and to this
date relates better to that subject matter than any book I have
experienced. Conroy's style of writing hooks the reader and his
vocabulary is extensive and intelligent."
The following article by the Green Bay Press-Gazette provides more information about other parental concerns. Controversial book...
