Here’s a little tidbit about Oklahoma.
I was in grade school in Oklahoma, at a public school. Every Monday we had what was called “Sunday School count.” The teacher asked for a show of hands on who’d attended Sunday School, who’d attended church, who’d attended Sunday night service, and who’d attended Wednesday night. The results were tallied up and reported, room by room. For every grade in the school.
I don’t remember what the prize was. I do remember that there was a lot of pressure to go to all those things. The church I got dragged to didn’t have a Sunday night service so I was down for the count on that–until a fellow member of my Sunday school class told me that, since they don’t have it, you can count it. Oh, okay, so that’s how it works… I knew so little about religion that I didn’t even twitch when the Jewish girl always raised her hand for Sunday School, church, and Sunday night. (Turns out Jewish kids really do go to Sunday School, although I didn’t know that until years later.)
We also had a morning prayer. In the older grades the deal was that the teacher would single someone out to come up to the front and give the morning prayer. I will reiterate that this was a public school, not a parochial school.
So, when the Supreme Court decision about prayer in schools came down (1961?), I for one was quite relieved. This obviously would put an end to all this religion crap.
But no. The teacher, a very small, very old woman, stood up in front of our class and said, “Well, we don’t care what the Supreme Court says. We want to pray, and we’re going to pray! Carolyn, will you lead the prayer?”
And something like this happened in classroom after classroom in our school. Maybe not all of them.