Prescient short story published by James Clavell in the year I was born.
If you've never read it before, you've never lived until you do. Short and profound the way an awful lot of writing used to be back when people knew the difference.
I honestly believe something similar was happening at the "private Christian" school I had been sending my children to previously. I think the staff was telling the children things they were advising not to share with their parents. Identical to child molesters.