Friday, April 12, 2013

A Message to the President from a Bronx Teacher



A Message to the President From a Bronx Teacher

Good Afternoon,
          Angela Davis once said, “The word radical simply means a grasping of the root.”  By that definition, Michelle Rhee is not a radical, as her book title suggests.  I am a radical because I grasp from the root.  In our world of education, that translates to looking to fix the origin of the achievement gap rather than divert from it by blaming teachers for something that we did not cause.  The root of this problem is poverty.
I come from humble beginnings.  I grew up in Edenwald Projects, located in the Northeast Bronx. My living arrangements were…interesting.  It was the house that my mother and her siblings grew up in and apparently never left.  Three generations lived under one roof in our 1C apartment.  The Tanner family that we watched every Friday night had nothing on us.  We were the true meaning of a full house.
There’s a lot that comes with growing up poor aside from lack of material things.  What it often means is ignorance.  When abnormal things are normalized in any community, it has the ability to warp one’s mentality.  It is this warped mentality, coupled with the obvious lack of resources in poor communities that account for low performing students.  My mother was the only one to complete college in her family however, she was only instructed to go in the first place to keep her deceased father’s social security checks flowing, not because anyone valued education.  I stand here today only due to a series of serendipitous events like the one just mentioned, my mother’s incidental education.  She liked children,  but suffered from severe low self-esteem and didn’t feel she was intelligent enough to teach school age children, which led to her picking early childhood education as her major because she thought it would be easier.  Being an early childhood teacher led to her understanding the importance of educating her own child from birth, which led to me having an edge over my peers academically and in life.  It doesn’t make us better, it makes us lucky.  A series of serendipitous events…
Teachers are not the ones to blame for the achievement gap…poverty is.  Even with all of my mother’s discipline, high expectations, support and teachings, I still narrowly made it out of my own way.  By the time I got to junior high, I had developed an attitude.  An attitude that I couldn’t understand at the time but now I can trace back to being angry about things that I couldn’t control.  Sound familiar?  On top of that, being a goodie goodie did not fare well with my peers. My priorities shifted.  I deliberately learned how to speak improperly.  I paid less attention to school and pleasing teachers and more on memorizing lyrics that denigrated women because it was cool. My mother would yell at me and say “I didn’t raise you this way.”  “You’re not the only one raising me,” I retorted.  I’ll say it again, when you live in a community where certain realities are normalized, it begins to warp your mentality.  It is this mentality and the obvious lack of resources in poor communities that account for low student achievement. 
As early as elementary school, my best friend and I would get made fun of for being virgins at the age of eight.  We learned hand games with extremely sexually explicit lyrics…of course most of these kids hadn’t had sex yet, but they still knew too much too soon, which led to them having sex too soon and babies too soon.  These same girls used to see me in the street when I came back to Edenwald to visit my grandmother—my mother and I had moved out by then—wondering why I had not started a family yet.  I was 18 and a freshman at Fordham.  They were on their second, sometimes third child. 
          I chronicle my childhood to offer two points up to the Gods, that is, the policy makers to whose ears I hope are hearing my words.  Number one:  I am an anomaly, a glitch in the sytem.  Being a college graduate from a prestigious university, having two master’s degrees, having a career, these are not typical realities for a project kid.  Just because it is possible doesn’t make it probable.  Realities are usually far  more dismal.  I have family members in jail right now, family who dropped out of high school, who were alcoholics, drug addicts, heroine being the drug of choice.  He grew up during the 70s. Vietnam amputees lined our streets, nodding in their fatigues.  We called it Bum Hill. My relative was sent to rehab several times to get clean, only to come back to Edenwald and within weeks be at it again because it was all around him.  He’s clean now, and has been for years…because he didn’t come back home.  He couldn’t come back home.
          Immediately after graduating from Fordham University, I began teaching in the South Bronx, which made my neighborhood look like Beverly Hills.  Many cannot fathom the kinds of problems that our children are dealing with.  Many of them are lucky to be alive, yet we are concerned with whether they get a three or a four on an exam.  As we continue to be used as scapegoats for societal ills, poverty prevails.
For anyone who says teachers are to blame for our students failing, I have one thing to say:  How DARE you?   Teachers are heroes to a lot of children who have none!  The problems of the ghetto will always be problems of the ghetto until we begin to make changes toward fixing the ghetto. They are the same problems I saw in the classroom twenty years ago as a student.   Children who are angry and lash out because of their home lives, distracting the entire class from learning.  Children with so much on their minds, who stare out of windows all day and never know what’s going on in the classroom.  (Those are usually the children principals tend to ask questions to gauge whether your lesson was effective during an observation.)  Children born in America, with American born parents, who have language issues, that do not understand a simple question because no one talks to them at home.  Parents that suffer from depression and other forms of mental illness.  Children who live in shelters and move every few months.  Children who are neglected, who haven’t had a decent shower in days, whose hair hasn’t been combed, teeth haven’t been brushed. Please explain to me what you would do under these circumstances? Do you know what it’s like to have to have a class meeting to address the bullying of the little girl who smells?  Have you ever had a child ask you to wash his clothes for him because his little nine year old hands can never get the stains out when he washes them out by hand?  Have you ever tried to teach a child whose mother decided she was going to punish his teacher by not giving him his meds that day? Have you ever seen a ten year old girl get stomped out by a parent? How would you feel if you had to confiscate the gang beads a child made using art materials provided for an art project?  What do you say to a little girl whose father was killed in front of her by the police over the break?  You heard the story on the news the night it happened.  You just didn’t know it was one of your students it had happened to.  Try teaching a child who’s father just left him and his mother for another woman the night before.  Who heard his mother crying to you on the phone that she doesn’t how she’s going to survive? Do you know what it’s like to have to raffle off televisions and play stations to get more parents to come to parent teacher conference?  What would you say to the little boy whose social worker just called to inform you that ACS is on their way to pick him up at dismissal because both of his parents have just been arrested?  How do you help the woman who has taken the children of all three of her crack addicted siblings but cannot manage them all in one home?  How do you stop kids from talking about the police cars that are blocking the street in front of your school because there are body parts of a slain mother sticking out of the duffle bags that her son put them in littering the curb?  What makes you think environment cannot impact a child’s cognitive ability, language development, attention, and motivation?
          Because of the issues that plague our community, our students have additional needs.  For one, we don’t need teacher cuts.  We need more teachers.  In my community, there are so many children who are struggling readers that need small group instruction but not enough teachers to pull those children out to give reading intervention.  As a result, these children are classified as special education students too quickly because they cannot read the exam and fail.  If we had more teachers to provide small group instruction prior to special education referral, we could prevent those children from ever entering special education at all.
Students also need more than academic instruction.  As a special education teacher, it is disturbing to see how much emphasis is placed on an exam that many of our students cannot pass.  Many of our students need life skills, and trade skills to ensure that they can still be contributing members of society that know how to get along with one another because in the 21st century, something has happened to the fabric of our nation.  Morality has gone A wall.  Can we teach kids how to act like civilized human beings who do not beat or rape or rob or shoot up schools and communities? The death toll in Chicago equates to that of Afghanistan’s!  We need something in place that will ensure our students learn right from wrong because many are not learning it at home, and if they are, mass media and the streets are teaching them otherwise. 
They need healthier, better educated communities.  They need to grow up in a place that doesn’t normalize dysfunction.  We need more programs to help educate the people of my community, parent workshops, prison to work programs, mental health programs, jobs and small business programs, more affordable art and music programs. This is what kids need to see instead of liquor stores and fast food places. You cannot change a child without first changing his environment. 
          They need teachers who care.  By consistently tearing teachers down, despite our efforts, one thing that is to be guaranteed is an exodus of teachers leaving inner city schools or the profession entirely.   Micro-management of teachers will not make them better teachers, it will make them unhappier teachers, who will begin to hate their jobs.  Micro-management of teachers destroys the relationship that teachers have with their students, and with each other.  It is toxic to the school environment.  Teachers in schools that are micromanaged begin moving to other schools that aren’t feeling the pressure, schools where the stresses of a poverty-stricken community do not exist.   The ones that stick around are shells of their former selves.  They cannot provide the same love and support that they were once able to provide their students.  They watch the clock for dismissal.
           As for all of my teachers who are present today, let us send a message not of hate, as much as we may hate what these policies are doing to our schools, to our children and to our own lives.  While we stand here in Washington, I must quote Dr. King’s advice to his fellow demonstrators.  “Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.” Let us send a message of love for what we do, and for who we do it for.  So for the media trying to destroy our images, Washington and Mr. President, which by the way, teachers, we have more in common with him than you think, we both know how it feels to be blamed for everything.  We both know how it feels to need other players to get with the program in order to get something accomplished.  Mr. President, I am not the enemy. I am a teacher.  I love what I do.  I love my kids.  Like the teachers of Newton, Connecticut, I’d give my life for my kids.  I have been educated and trained to no end in order to teach my kids effectively.  Some of my kids will still fail the test, as the test only measures certain things.  That doesn’t mean they aren’t all great in some way.  And it doesn’t mean that I have failed them.   Please do not diminish my impact to a test score.  My kids will remember me when they’re old and gray.  They will remember they were loved.  They will remember my passion.  They will remember that someone cared about their future.   Thank you. 


3 comments:

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Michael Fiorillo said...

This is a beautiful statement, but sadly, it's directed to a very cynical man who was chosen by the Overclass to privatize public education, split the Democratic Party and neutralize its Left wing, and sever its ties to the New Deal and Great Society.

Bob said...

very passionate and eye opening. Thanks for posting this, Mark.