The Wave
Remembering the 3rd Wave by Leslie Weinfield
Peninsula, September 1991
Although the specter of fascist resurgence seems largely forgotten in
the euphoria of German reunification, it may not be far beneath the
peaceful veneer of that nation, or any other, for that matter. Even
the most ostensibly free and open societies are not immune to fascism's
lure - including places like Palo Alto.
What came to be known as the "Third Wave" began at
Cubberly High School in Palo Alto as a game without any direct reference
to Nazi Germany, says Ron Jones, who had just begun his first teaching job
in the 1966-67 academic year. When a social studies student asked
about the German public's responsibility for the rise of the Third Reich,
Jones decided to try and simulate what happened in Germany by having his
students "basically follow instructions" for a day.
But one day turned into five, and what happened by the end of the
school week spawned several documentaries, studies and related social
experiments illuminating a dark side of human nature - and a major
weakness in public education.
Before students arrived for class on Monday, Jones vigorously cleaned
his classroom and arranged the desks in unusually straight rows. He
dimmed the lights and played Wagnerian music as students drifted in for
class. Then Jones, a popular instructor who normally avoided even
such regimentation as taking roll, told his students that he could give
them the keys to power and success - "Strength Through
Discipline."
"It was thoroughly out of character for Ron Jones to say
"Let's help the class out with a little more discipline,"
recalls a former student Philip Neel, now a television producer in Los
Angeles. But because Jones was an interesting teacher, the class
went along.
Classmate Mark Hancock remembers Jones adding a political cast and a
set of incentives soon thereafter. "It was something like, if
you're a good party member and play the game well, you can get an A.
If you have a revolution and fail, you get an F. For a successful
revolution, you get an A," recounts Hancock, currently a regional
development director for a Los Angeles property company.
Jones next commanded the class to assume a new seating posture to
strengthen student concentration and will: feet flat on the floor,
hands across the small of the back, spines straight. And he added
speed drills, after which the entire group could move from loitering
outside the room to silent, seated attention in less than 30 seconds.
"Even when we started with Strength Through Discipline, it was
easy for me to see the benefits of the posture," remarks Steve
Coniglio, who now helps run a Truckee retail store. "Even on
that very first day, I could notice that I was breathing better. I
was more attentive in class."
Jones closed the first day's session with a few rules. Students
had to be sitting at attention before the second bell, had to stand up to
ask or answer questions and had to do it in three words or less, and were
required to preface each remark with "Mr. Jones."
"At the end of that day, I was grandly happy. I mean, it
seemed to work and everyone seemed to get into it," Jones still
marvels. Grades were based on participation, and no one accepted the
study hall alternative that Jones offered prior to commencing the exercise
that day. But neither did anyone make a connection to the German
history lessons they'd just completed. "Most of us were headed
toward college," says Hancock. "It wasn't Nazi German life
that mattered, it was Palo Alto grades."
Jones says he assumed the class would return to its usual format the
next day. "But when I came in, the class was all
sitting..." His voice trails off as his body snaps to military
attention.
Jones considered calling a halt, but then went to the blackboard and
wrote "Strength Through Community" below the previous day's
slogan, "Strength Through Discipline."
"I began to lecture on community - something bigger than oneself,
something enjoyable. They really bought that argument," Jones
recalls.
A powerful sense of belonging had sprung up among lowly sophomores at
the bottom of the rung of the three-year school, and Jones admits he soon
became a part of the exercise as well as its leader.
"It was really a mistake, a terrible thing to do. My
curiosity pulled me in at first, and then I liked it. They learned
fast, didn't ask questions. It was easier as a teacher."
As his Strength Through Community lecture ended, he created a class
salute by bringing his right hand toward his right shoulder in an
outwardly curled position, resembling a wave. Jones named it the
Third Wave, and - despite its similarity to Third Reich - claims he
borrowed the term from beach folklore, which holds that the last wave in
every series of three is the largest.
Students acknowledging each other this way in the halls attracted the
attention of upper classmen, who clamored to know the salute's
significance, Coniglio says. Cubberley students began skipping their
regular classes, asking to be part of the Third Wave. In three days
Jones' class had expanded to 60 students.
After telling the enlarged class that "strength is fine, now you
must act," Jones assigned everyone a task to be completed that
day. Some were to memorize the names and addresses of everyone in
the group; others were to make Third Wave banners, armbands and membership
cards. And since that day's theme was "Strength Through
Action," everyone was to proselytize.
By day's end Coniglio says banners were all over the school, including
a 20 footer in the library. Members brought in some 200 converts
from other classes to be "sworn in."
"It just swept through the school," recalls Jones, who is
still teaching, now at the San Francisco Recreation Center for the
Handicapped. "It was like walking on slippery rock...by the
third or fourth day, there was an obvious explosion of emotion that I
couldn't control."
Several boys were assigned to "protect" Jones as he walked
the school's corridors, wearing Third Wave armbands to signify their
responsibility.
"It was a black band. When I went home, it got my parents
worried," says Steve Benson, now a Palo Alto mechanic. "They
thought it was the equivalent of the SS." Although his mother
called Jones to express her concern, the teacher reassured her it was
merely a class exercise.
Everyone involved in the Third Wave received a membership card, three
of which Jones randomly marked with an X. Those holding the marked
cards were told to note who transgressed class rules, which now dictated
such matters as what campus paths members could walk and with whom they
could associate.
"There were three or four stoolies," Jones explains
bluntly. "I wanted to see how this was being taken outside of
class."
By the end of four days, approximately half the class had approached
Jones with detailed information about the transgressions of others,
ranging from improper salutes to coup plots against him.
"It was phenomenal. There was a whole underground of
activity. People were assigning themselves as guards," Jones
says. "I knew exactly what was going on in class because of
this strange snitching that was going on."
There was betrayal among teens who had been close friends since
childhood. A group of buddies could be sharing a cigarette in the
bathroom, discussing a plan to "kidnap" Jones the next day and
fulfill the exercise's requirement for a top grade, but "it wouldn't
happen," say Coniglio. "Somebody - one of those two or
three - would inform Ron Jones of the plot."
This is exactly what happened to Hancock, who told several friends he
had bought a cap pistol to school to earn an A with mock
assassination. Jones gave him a stern look in class while reminding
the group of the penalties for disloyalty; Hancock dropped the ideas and
to this day cannot identify his betrayer.
"Jones was able to stop a lot of lines of communication between
people. That's how he made his power. He was keeping us under
his thumb very effectively," say Hancock.
Jones also selected an official but anonymous "secret police"
group to help enforce Third Wave rules in and out of school. These
students enjoyed the assistance of a tough, leather-jacketed campus car
club known as The Executors, who had been attracted to the Third
Wave. Both groups - along with regular Third Wave members -
denounced their classmates for a raft of real and imagined transgressions.
"The paranoia was really strange," Coniglio says.
"People were finking, and you had to make your own choice that way -
whether you would tell."
In addition to the names supplied by student enforcers, Jones would
also pull "indictments" from his shirt pocket - slips of paper
from which he would then read names and alleged offenses, Hancock says.
No matter who fingered them, the accused stood immediately. A few
were let off, but many were convicted by a class shouting,
"Guilty!" and sent into library exile. Mistrust blossomed
even there. Hancock recalls an acquaintance later telling him she
thought he'd turned her in because she was "caught" a day after
they had a brief, innocuous conversation.
Hancock subsequently asked Jones about the indictments, only to
learn the accusations were usually fabricated. "Not only did he
cause us to convict our peers, he'd just pick a name and get 'em
convicted," say Hancock. "As long as that level of fear
was there, the system was working."
Adding to the ferment was the dawn of antiwar activism. Third
Wave meeting announcements and instructions on daily activity were read
over the P.A. system, regularly followed by calls for revolution or
radical social change. The polar extremes only added to the
confusion of the teens, from many of whom a Vietnam draft call was
looming.
"You were either radical or you weren't. You couldn't be in
the middle. Perhaps we were ready to be molded," Coniglio
shrugs. "We were caught between extremes that were getting all
the attention."
Something of an underground existed within the Third Wave, but Hancock
says it had as much effect as protesting against the Nazi regime in
Germany.
One of the underground's main problems was that Jones kept changing the
rules established early in the experiment, and simply ignored several
attempts at the revolution whose perpetrators had been promised an A.
Hancock says some desperate conspirators even considered a mass
"hit" with Mattel machine guns concealed in lunch bags, but
Jones got wind of it and rescheduled the student assembly at which the
assassination was to have taken place.
By the fifth day, the sheer volume of student migration to Jones' class
was disrupting normal school routines and raised his concern that matters
had gotten out of control.
Besides reports about students who failed to salute properly, Jones
received word that three of the exercise's biggest skeptics were about to
get beaten up. All three had told their parents about the Third
Wave; one family's rabbi even called Jones at home with questions, but
accepted Jones' vague answers without delving too deeply.
"I was hoping he would come in with a tremendous amount of
rage," say Jones. "I kept hoping someone would walk in and
ask what was going on, so I could point to them and say, 'That's right,
look what you're doing, you've become just like fascists' and end
it. But it didn't happen."
Some parents did warn their children not to attend the class, which
only reinforced student desires to participate, says Coniglio.
For his part, Jones easily disposed of the few polite parent inquiries
by describing the Third Wave as a class exercise. Even teachers at
the school did not question it while it was going on, he notes.
Jones decided he had to end the experiment immediately, but without
losing the point of the lesson. He had the three skeptics escorted
to the library for their own safety, and then told those remaining that
the Third Wave was more than an exercise, that it was more than just a
game.
In fact, Jones said, they were a local cell of a select youth movement
recruiting students nationwide. More than 1,000 such groups would
rise up during a special noon rally that day to support a national
presidential candidate, one who would announce a Third Wave Youth Program
to bring the country "a new sense of order, community, pride and
action."
By noon, students were crammed into the lecture hall, backs ramrod
straight, eyes riveted to a television set in the front of the room.
With the car club toughs guarding the door, Jones led the group in chants
and salutes for the benefit of several friends he had posing as reporters
and photographers.
Then Jones dimmed the lights, snapped the television set on and left
the room.
Students waited with rapt attention for a vision of the future, but the
screen stayed blank.
"Everybody's eyes began to go like this," Hancock says,
darting his eyes frantically from side to side. After looking around
a few minutes, Hancock says he realized in a daze that "there weren't
any bodyguards, there wasn't any Jones. We were all just sitting at
discipline."
For Coniglio, the gray faces staring at the gray screen triggered his
most potent image of World War II - the gas chambers.
"I thought, 'My God, we're all dead." He yelled, "I'm
getting out of here," and ran for the back doors, which he thought
would be locked like in the concentration camp ovens. But the doors
opened, and Coniglio was surprised to encounter a normal spring day at
lunch hour. "Music was coming from the quad, flowers were
blooming and a warm breeze was blowing."
Back inside, Jones returned to shut off the television and take a
position at a microphone on stage, while a movie montage of World War II
scenes flashed onto a large screen behind him.
"There is no Third Wave movement, no leader," he told the
stunned audience. "You and I are no better or worse than the
citizens of the Third Reich. We would have worked in the defense
plants. We will watch our neighbors be taken away, and do
nothing," Jones said, referring to the three skeptics exiled to the
library for the crime of disbelief. "We're just like those
Germans. We would give our freedom up for the chance of being
special."
Neel remembers that "everybody just sat there a long time.
Then everyone went their own way. No one wanted to talk about
it. I think I remember a couple of people sitting there, not
moving."
"Nazi is always a dirty word when you're growing up, but
when you get hit with it, that you've become one, it's a very shocking
statement."
Several students were crying. Barbara Miller Moore, a Third Wave
member who did not attend the rally, recalls seeing several people walking
away in shock. "Steve was pale," she remembers of Coniglio.
"I was worried about him. He as always exceptionally
sensitive. I didn't know what would happen to him."
The salutes ended with the rally; membership cards turned to litter and
attention to Vietnam. But memories of the one-week experiment remain
strong 25 years later.
"It hurts so much when I realized I'd been so fooled, but then,
that was the lesson," remarks Coniglio. Upon subsequent
reflection, he says he realized "it was one of the most valuable
lessons I've ever had in my life. How often are you - as a 16 year
old- not only able to learn about history, but to participate in it?"
Although Neel remembers feeling frightened before the rally a the
thought of linking up with a national movement, he says peer pressure
overcame his doubts, along with his regard for Jones and the climate of
the times.
"A big reason I went along with it was my trust for Jones,"
Neel says. Moveover, he "was just beginning to feel
bitter about Vietnam, and part of the experiment seemed like we could
change the government responsible for hurting us. There was a
feeling something really remarkable was going to happen, going on
throughout the country - that the movement was going to change politics,
change the structure of school. The combination of everything made
it happen, and boy, did it happen."
For student Alyssa Hess Reit, the conclusion of the Third Wave
experiment led to some heartfelt compassion and empathy for the
Germans. "It seemed very clear that if a bunch of high school
students from Palo Alto who had everything - nothing to lose - could be so
easily pulled in, knowing it was just a game, it was clear what it must've
been like for real people losing jobs and families," she says.
"That's not to say there weren't ways to resist or that they
couldn't, but we didn't even know how to go about it."
Reit says she knows of no one who was damaged by the Third Wave.
Jones "helped wake us up, and I've always been grateful," she
comments. "Good experiences aren't necessarily pleasant.
I've often thought about it, and I'm glad I had it. I would want my
kids to have it."
Many parents also supported Jones and the exercise, regardless of
whether they had children involved. They went to bat for him two
years later, when he was denied tenure for reasons ostensibly unrelated to
the Third Wave.
"Jones was an outstanding and creative teacher whose principal
effort was to teach children to think for themselves," says Joseph
Pickering, an interested parent. "Jones had excellent character
and the highest motives."
The experiment generated a great deal of debate among Jones' fellow
teachers, however, with several arguing it was not his place to expose
students to such emotional wrenching.
"To a certain extent, they were right," Jones agrees,
although he considers any negative impacts to have been temporary and the
risks worthwhile.
Bernard Oliver, president of the school board that denied Jones tenure,
objected to Jones' teaching style for different reasons.
"We were upset with his performance largely because the subject
matter was not being taught. If you weren't concerned about basic
values, his teaching was OK. It's easy to load up classes with
excitement, things kids like. While this impresses many parents, it
can also be one-sided and far removed from traditional values,"
Oliver adds.
Jones' Third Wave also caught the attention of Stanford University
psychologist Philip Zimbardo, whose famous prison experiment several years
later resulted in college students lapsing into sadism and eventual
emotional breakdown after being assigned the role of guard in prison.
"Situations exert much more influence over human behavior than
people acknowledge," explains Zimbardo, who has invited Jones to
speak to classes many times.
Although the tendency runs counter to Western ideas of individual
responsibility, Zimbardo points to two real-life incidents to prove his
point - the U.S. massacre of civilians at My Lai, and postwar tests
conducted on concentration camp guards that revealed no subsequent
propensity for violence.
"It's an unpleasant message people don't like to hear. But
unless you're aware of the vulnerability, you don't recognize how easy it
is for simulation to become reality, for the uniform to dominate the
person."
Third Wave veterans agree.
"When he started rewarding people, I could see how that goes a
long way toward influencing them," Neel says. "I could see
how people would be susceptible to that kind of behavior and would go
along with it. You want to please your teachers, your peers and you
don't want to fail."
Although Jones says he would never repeat the Third Wave, he insists it
could easily happen today, anywhere in the United States, for a variety of
reasons.
"Fascism is always a possibility because it's so simple and people
are frustrated. They lose their jobs, their dignity, their sense of
worth, and someone comes along and says, "I've got the answer."
School systems prepare the ground, Jones says by using only
standardized tests for success and failing to recognize alternative paths
of learning, as well as a wider variety of individual achievements.
Educational institutions weed out troublemakers and those who are
difficult to teach, he contends, rewarding placid students who want to
succeed at any cost and will accept authority.
"That's the sad thing. Teachers can trigger it by telling
students they're special, they're part of a community, that they can do
special things. All they have to give is their loyalty," Jones
concludes. "It happens every day in school, only the
paraphernalia isn't there. Kids aren't learning to ask
questions. You create a population where freedom's just a spelling
word."
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