Search This Blog

Friday, April 10, 2015

A Sad Day in Education

From Salon - 

If you don't have time to read this whole article, please drop down to the last paragraph.

It says it all.

America is criminalizing Black teachers: Atlanta’s cheating scandal and the racist underbelly of education reform 

Our educational system stacks the deck against Black children -- now we're throwing their teachers in jail 

 
America is criminalizing Black teachers: Atlanta's cheating scandal and the racist underbelly of education reformFormer Atlanta Public Schools school research team director Tamara Cotman, center, is led to a holding cell after a jury found her guilty in the Atlanta Public Schools test-cheating trial, Wednesday, April 1, 2015, in Atlanta.  (Credit: AP/Kent D. Johnson)
Last week, an Atlanta jury convicted 11 teachers and school administrators of racketeering in a system-wide cheating scandal. Yes, you read that correctly. Teachers and administrators inflating student scores on standardized tests is now considered “organized crime” in this country, and is punishable by more 20 years in prison, in these cases.
I am an educator. I am a Black woman who may someday mother a Black child. I have taught other Black mothers’ children. Much of my educational success in elementary school is directly attributable to high performance on standardized tests that caused my white teachers to notice me and intervene on my behalf to get me “tracked” into higher-achieving classrooms. I believe all children deserve access to a good, high-quality, public education.
Therefore, I don’t have to condone cheating in any form (and I don’t) to assert that what has happened in Atlanta to these teachers is a travesty. The pictures that emerged last week of handcuffed Black schoolteachers being led out of Southern courtrooms in one of the country’s largest urban Black school systems were absolutely heartbreaking.
Scapegoating Black teachers for failing in a system that is designed for Black children, in particular, not to succeed is the real corruption here. Since the early 1990s, we have watched the deprofessionalization of teaching, achieved through the proliferation of “teacher fellow” programs and the massive conservative-led effort to defund public education in major urban areas throughout the country. There is no longer a consensus that a good public education — a hallmark of American democracy — should be considered a public good.
Black children have for generations been the primary victims of this continuing social mendacity about the national value of education. More than 51 percent of children who attend public schools live in poverty. In Georgia, the percentage of Black children living in poverty hovers right around 39 percent. For Latino children, the number is consistently over 40 percent. Nationally, the number for Black children is 39 percent, according to most recent data, and 33 percent for Latino youth.
Eighty percent of children in Atlanta Public Schools are Black. Eleven percent are white and 3 percent are Latino. However, only 50 percent of children in Atlanta’s Gifted and Talented programs are Black, whereas 40 percent are white. More disturbingly, 98 percent of all students expelled from Atlanta public schools during the 2009-2010 academic school year were Black.
These numbers taken together paint an abysmal picture of students who are disproportionately poor, over-disciplined, and systematically “tracked” out of high-performing classrooms. And yet we expect teachers to work magic in conditions that are set up for failure.
Lest you think this is merely an Atlanta problem, over at the Crunk Feminist Collective, Susana Morris tells a similar story of attending a predominantly Black high school in Florida with advanced classes that were overwhelmingly white.
Her story mirrors my own. In Louisiana in the 1980s and 1990s, students took two standardized tests. One (the LEAP test) measured basic proficiency and the other (the California Achievement Test) measured more advanced proficiencies. In the third grade, I scored 100 percent on the LEAP test, the only student in my overwhelmingly white class to do so. The teacher Mrs. Callender called me up to the front of the room and bragged about me to all the other students. That same year, on the CAT Test, I scored in the 89 percent percentile.
Meanwhile, I noticed one day during class that several of my white classmates, among them my best friend Amanda, were all mysteriously led out of class and then returned later, with no explanation. When I asked Amanda where she’d been, she said school officials had made her take a test, but she wasn’t clear what for. She never mentioned it again.
The next year, fourth grade, I walked into a classroom and met Beatrice Gaulden, one of only three Black academic teachers I would ever have. With her neon green and yellow Hammer-pants, her penchant for drinking eight tall glasses of water a day, and her strict instructions each morning  – we were not to approach her desk, but rather to wait until she moved to a stool in the front of the room for open discussion time — she was a wonder. Mrs. Gaulden is a character in most of my childhood stories of transformation because she was so pivotal to my own sense of self-worth as an outspoken, bossy, loquacious, bespectacled, ponytailed Black girl in a predominantly white classroom.
Because of Mrs. Gaulden’s instruction, my test scores leaped from the 89th percentile to the 99th percentile within one year of instruction. She never taught to the test. She simply taught.
That year, the Louisiana Gifted and Talented Program came calling for me, as they had called for my friends the year before. I took the battery of tests they offered, no doubt because Mrs. Gaulden had asked them to look at my case. They came back to her (she would tell me years later) and told her that I had not passed the tests. She implored them to rescore my assessment. They came back to her and reported an error in their scoring. (As if.) And so I became a “gifted and talented” student, with even smaller classes, more specialized instruction, early opportunities to take the ACT and SAT, and to travel. I soared with the additional resources provided by the G/T program.
But my educational access was due to one magical Black teacher who saw a spark in me and nurtured it. Mrs. Gaulden nurtured, taught and challenged all her students regardless of race, but she saw in me a Black girl who needed extra guidance, and a little push, and she willingly gave it.
* * *
Over the past generation, we have watched the GOP, helped along by an impotent Democratic Party, systematically dismantle funding for public education, underpay teachers, and allow local school systems to institute punitive disciplinary measures that have turned our schools into a prison pipeline. At exactly the same moment, these reformers and their political counterparts George W. Bush (No Child Left Behind) and Barack Obama (Race to the Top) have instituted high-stakes testing, tied to financial incentives for teachers, as the solution to the structural risks overwhelmingly facing children of color.
Meanwhile, test-cheating scandals have proliferated in locales across the country. In other urban locales like Baltimore, Houston and Philadelphia principals and teachers were fired and/or stripped of their licenses to teach. This is a punishment that fits the crime.
Then there’s Michelle Rhee, the famed former chancellor of D.C. Public Schools who was accused of creating the very same culture of fear about test scores that Superintendent Beverly Hall has been accused of creating in Atlanta. Hall was charged with racketeering. So why was Rhee not subject to prosecution when test-score irregularities emerged in the District? (Bruce Dixon was already asking as much two years ago over at Black Agenda Report.) Not only has Rhee not been prosecuted, but she maintains a fairly high level of bipartisan support from conservatives and political centrists for her views on education reform.
Hall’s trial was indefinitely postponed last year due to stage IV breast cancer. She died last month at 68 years old.
Locking up Black women under the guise of caring about Black children is an unbelievable move in an educational environment that systematically denies both care and opportunity to Black children. Locking up Black women for racketeering when the system couldn’t be bothered to lock up even one of the bankers who gave disproportionate amounts of terrible home loans to Black women leading to a national economic crash and a disproportionate amount of home foreclosures among Black women in 2008 is patently unjust.
Given that public schools are largely funded through property taxes and that Black children are overwhelming reared by Black single mothers, the failure to vigorously prosecute the financial institutions and lenders that gutted Black neighborhoods means that the system co-signed corporate acts of institutional violence against Black mothers and children, and against neighborhood schools in Black communities.
But now we are expected to believe that prosecuting these teachers as racketeers is an act of justice. Nothing is just about making Black women sacrificial lambs of an educational system hellbent on throwing Black children away. The images of their handcuffed Black bodies being led in shame from the courtroom gives Black parents angry about the miseducation of their children a convenient target for their angst and outrage over a failing system. Meanwhile, the real racket – privatization and defunding of public schools, diversion of taxpayer resources away from education, and increasing political clout and payouts for school reformers proselytizing the false gospel of high stakes testing – gets obscured. And white children still get educated well, either in private schools or in suburban schools funded through a solid property tax base.
Everything I am today, I owe to my mother and to a Black teacher who saw a spark in me and nurtured it. For so many exceptionally achieving Black people, a providential encounter with a Black teacher is the singular thing that made the difference. No other group of people systematically and structurally love and care about Black children more than Black mothers and Black (usually female) teachers. They have been the ones holding aloft the banner emblazoned with the revolutionary idea that Black Lives Matter, before it was ever a slogan upon which to build a movement. An attack on Black teachers is an attack on Black children, Black families, and Black communities. We should stand in solidarity with these teachers and these students and say, “Not on our watch.”
Brittney Cooper
Brittney Cooper is a contributing writer at Salon, and teaches Women's and Gender Studies and Africana Studies at Rutgers. Follow her on Twitter at @professorcrunk.

BNV 2013 Finals Round #2 - Albuquerque

Boycott PUBLIX!!!

If you live in Florida, you can't leave home in any direction without running into a Publix grocery story every mile or so.

The next time you see one, boycott 'em.

Here's why.

Farm workers in Florida have been trying for years to get Publix to increase the amount they pay for tomatoes by one cent per pound.  This would double the salaries of the workers, and yet cost the average consumer less than fifty cent per year.

Publix refuses to even have a conversation with them to discuss the matter.

Mind you, this company is one of the wealthiest in the US.

So send them a message and . . .

BOYCOTT PUBLIX!!!

Watch the documentary, "Food Chains" to see the whole story.

Huge thanks to Ben for sharing this gem.

http://www.netflix.com/WiPlayer?movieid=80015286&trkid=13752289&tctx=0,0,658a146bfc15146e5432362f637b6f7fbc3ef2ae:ab175604eb957fd7b15b5e3e302fb66c0432720d







Here's "Her"

Ben introduced me to the ESPN Podcast, "His & Her."  It's a lively recap of the news in sports and so much more.  The hosts provide smart, funny, enlightening commentary on the everything under the sun, including sports, of course.

This article is about Jemele Hill, the female voice in the booth, and her journey to the land of broadcasting.

A sample:

Raised humbly in crime-ridden Detroit at a time when poverty was protocol, jobs were leaving town and drugs were rampant, Hill's love for sports and the encouragement of her mom shielded her from turmoil and sharpened her focus as she worked her way up the sports TV ranks by being deeply knowledgeable, thoroughly experienced and undeniably original. Not yet 40, Hill enjoys a well-earned celebrity status at ESPN as one of the most recognizable faces and unique personalities working for the sports media empire.

http://www.theshadowleague.com/articles/tsl-leadership-series-the-diary-of-jemele-hill

Giving Back

Richard Sherman, the Seattle Seahawks player, and Stanford University graduate, makes a surprise visit to his high school in Compton.

http://www.latimes.com/sports/nfl/la-sp-richard-sherman-compton-dominguez-20150402-story.html


This is Nuts! - Part 2

More on the dangerous and outrageous Scientology religion.

http://tonyortega.org


An Idea Worth Spreading

From The Huffington Post - 

Virginia Gov. Terry McAuliffe Signs 'Ban The Box' Order To Help Former Offenders Get Jobs

Posted: Updated: 
TERRY MCAULIFFE
Virginia Gov. Terry McAuliffe (D) signed an executive order Friday banning the state from asking about prospective employees' criminal histories at the initial application stage in an effort to boost employment opportunities for individuals with criminal records.
The "ban the box" order removes questions about criminal histories from applications for most state jobs, except for "sensitive" positions or roles where the individual's history pertains directly to the job. The order requires that criminal background checks are only conducted after an applicant has been determined to be otherwise qualified for a specific position and has signed a waiver allowing the release of his or her criminal history.
“In a new Virginia economy, people who make mistakes and pay the price should be welcomed back into society and given the opportunity to succeed," McAuliffe said in a statement. "This Executive Order will remove unnecessary obstacles to economic success for Virginians who deserve a second chance."
The Virginia state Senate passed a "ban the box" bill in February, but the measure died in the state's House of Delegates. McAuliffe later decided to tackle the issue as an executive order. The measure comes one year after the governor expanded voting rights for convicted felons in his state.
The order goes into effect immediately, making Virginia the 15th state to "ban the box" in hopes of easing barriers to employment for the approximately 70 million adults with arrest or conviction records in the United States. Dozens of municipalities have enacted similar policies. As the Washington Post notes, 14 cities in Virginia had already adopted the policy.

A Case of Free Speech

I know I say this a lot, but truly this is worth reading and passing on.

It is about Mumia Abu-Jamal, who is serving a life sentence for the 1981 killing of a policeman in Philadelphia.  He has maintained his innocence throughout.

He was invited to give a commencement speech at his alma mater that is embedded in the article and I've included it at the end of this post.

There were some folks not happy with this invitation and his being allowed to speak (albeit through via audio recording).

A quote from the article:


The fact that he was given this platform — and that the speech went viral — outraged the slain officer's family, members of the Philadelphia Police Union, and some politicians.

Another quote from the article:


The Free Mumia Abu-Jamal Coalition, a New York–based organization advocating for his release, counts the NAACP, human-rights organizations, members of Congress, and the governments of Detroit, San Francisco, and Paris (where a street bears Abu-Jamal's name) among the supporters of its goals. Amnesty International has found that his trial failed to meet international standards.


Is there any question at all that his case should get another look in light of the revelations of the gross injustices done at the hand of many in law enforcement and the judicial system?

Also, was there any surprise at the response from the government in Pennsylvania?


Within weeks of the commencement address, the Pennsylvania legislature passed, and then–Gov. Tom Corbett signed, the Revictimization Relief Act,  which lets crime victims seek injunctions against speeches and any other "conduct which perpetuates the continuing effect of the crime on the victim."


http://www.vox.com/2015/4/6/8335287/mumia-abu-jamal-speech



A Different Kind of Salon

This article from USA Today is about . . .

A Harlem salon, a gathering of the nation's most gifted and creative thinkers.  

Check it out.

It's worth the read.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2015/04/06/harlem-salons-paynes-wickham-column/25330573/





Cowboy Wisdom

                 
This is an eight-minute video that felt like a meal of comfort food . . . good for the soul.

  

    

Expectations


Everything I thought Nepal would be was turned on it's head.

I expected a calm, serene, zen-like atmosphere, but instead was greeted with the hustle and bustle of city life and all that entails.

I expected clean, crisp, cool air, but instead it was thick, dusty, smoggy and sticky.

I expected vast, open spaces, but instead it was crowded and cramped.

When I visited India, I knew I was walking into a Slumdog Millionaire environment, and mentally I was ready for it.  As a result, I loved my time there.

For some reason, my mental pictures of Nepal were way off.

Of course, I did the prerequisite requirement of checking out things to do prior to going, but I didn't focus on the lifestyle of the land and what that might be like.

So, I was blindsided.

Don't get me wrong . . . I'm thrilled to have had the experience, and I loved the magnificent temples, but I need to remember to leave preconceived ideas on the doorstep when I leave home.

Most times I do.

Not sure why I didn't this time.

Kathmandu is a beautiful sacred city with extraordinary history.

Once I got past my initial shock, then I could see it.

Here's some of the things I saw.


This is a view of the Himalayan Mountain Range from my hotel window.
Kathmandu sits in a valley and is surrounded by these mountains on all sides.




Another view from my window.



Again, another view from my window.
Downstairs to the right of the balconies with flowers,
are birdcages, I think.
Everyday I watched a guy clean the cages and
collect something that might have been eggs. Too far to see for sure.
The small red structure with the white window
on the far left side about midway down the picture is an outhouse.



City street


THE GREAT BOUDHA STUPA - WORLD HERITAGE SITE

This is the Boudha Stupa, the holiest Tibetan Buddhist Temple outside of Tibet.
I found this picture online and it's not great, but I wanted you to get an overview of the temple.
It's huge and quite imposing when you see it see it from the street.  It is round and is surrounded by gift shops.



The temple has several levels and there are spires rising from each of these levels.
This one has Buddha Eyes on all four sides.
These eyes are prominently on display throughout the city.
These monkeys were three of many in the area.


The Boudha Stupa Temple 3


The Boudha Stupa Temple 4




These colorful flags attached to the temple have prayers written on them.



A view of the market around the temple.



Another view of the market.


Still at the market around the temple.
All of these birds caught me eye.
Some of my neighbors have pigeons that live above me,
so I'm inundated with bird poop.  My thoughts on birds nowadays is not too favorable.
These are fed by the monks and encouraged to stay!
Maybe I should take a page from their book and welcome the ones in my neighborhood.





This video is of a round cylinder wheel that is used in prayer.  There were scores of them that were built into the walls of the temple.  They are turned counterclockwise while praying.




                                          


This is a shop that has many prayer wheels on display.



Monks inside a tiny area praying.




An audio of the scene above.




More prayer wheels



One of the things I thought most interesting were the scenes
played out over and over again of people sitting and just hanging out at the temples.
This photo illustrates that.



This ornate object/oven? is used to burn incense.



A view of the market from the roof of the temple.



I stood by intrigued by these dogs.  There are six of them sleeping in the shade of  the temple.
They are oblivious to all of the people passing by.
Life is good.


A closeup of one of the pups.
It is extremely rare to see a dog in the UAE.
 Since I've been here, I've only seen one twice.



 PASHUPATINATH TEMPLE

This temple is different in that it is not one structure,
but a community of little temples that make it up.



Another view



This view gives you more of an overview of the area.  The higher up the stairs, the cooler and lighter the air.




Me with one of the ubiquitous eyes peeking out on the left.



The smoldering embers seen the right, is the burning of a body that is being cremated at the temple.



Another view of the cremation.


The orange cloth is covering a dead body that is being prepared for cremation.



 
           

I discovered this three minute video explaining the cremation process.  It's very, very interesting.



KUMAIR GHAR on DURBAR SQUARE

I believe it's this building that houses the living goddess of Kathmandu.



Work is being done on this building.
I'm always fascinated by the building process
that is so very different than we're used to in the US.
This scaffolding looks shaky at best.
More and more, I appreciate the systems in place in America
that are more likely to ensure the safety of the occupants.




This is an elaborate incense burning area.



I love this tree!




I wanted to show the intricate detail in the woodwork of the columns
holding each roof of these structures.
They're magnificent!



Birds, birds everywhere!



Although it's difficult to see,
there are people sitting at each level of the structure.



These folks have discovered the secret - the higher you are the lighter the air and cooler it is.

That's it guys.

As always, thanks for taking this ride with me.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Greetings From Nepal

Before I forget . . .

Happy Easter!

Now . . .

I arrived in Kathmandu, Nepal late Saturday afternoon under cloudy skies.  By the time I purchased a visa and got out of the airport, the weather had changed from overcast to strong winds and rain.

Back to the airport for a minute -

Getting to the landing field was colorful.  The city of Kathmandu is surrounded by the Himalayan Mountain Range.  So it looked like the pilot was descending into the mountain side, and just when you thought it was too close for comfort, the city, and the runway, came into sight.

Most people visit this area for trekking and mountain climbing.  Mount Everest is reached from here by plane.

Interestingly, you can't see Mount Everest from the city.

First impressions -

Nepal looks very much like India.  The people, the landscape, and the roads.

The driving is wild, like India.  There are no traffic lights or stop signs.  The people govern themselves.  The roads are shared by pedestrians (they're no sidewalks), cars, motorbikes, rickshaws, and critters.  Cows roam freely.

I was expecting fresh mountain air, but instead it was thick with fumes and dust.  I'm guessing it's because the air is trapped in the valley.

The consolation for the air pollution is the friendliness of the people.

I took tons of pictures, but I'm experiencing difficulty uploading them.  I'll wait til I'm home to post them.

More soon.

Here's wishing you a wonderful Easter!


Friday, April 3, 2015

Sometimes You're A Caterpillar

H/T - The Daily Upworthiest

This is NUTS!

I just watched "Going Clear:  Scientology and the Prison of Belief."

It should be required watching for every man, woman and child.

Scientology is a sick, dangerous organization that has bullied it's way into being recognized as a religion, for the sole purpose of becoming tax-exempt.

People are swept in by some innocuous, easy to swallow teachings.  Then the higher they go in the organization, the more money is required, and the more outlandish the messages.

As I was watching, I kept thinking - "How could so many people fall for this nonsense?"  The teachings are rooted in science fiction.

SCIENCE FREAKING FICTION???

REALLY???

This is CRAZY!!!

It's LOONEY!!!

But mostly, it's DANGEROUS!!!

It's dangerous because they trap you, literally blackmail you, to stay in the organization.

A big part of what they do is extensive interviews requiring you to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets and sins, and then when you try to leave, the threat of releasing this information is used to keep you from getting the hell out of Dodge.

For those brave souls who do make it out, they are completely ostracized by everyone still associated with the organization.

There is also a "bully squad" of bandits from the church whose express job is to harass and intimate these people who have escaped.

It is criminal that Scientology is allowed to exist, and so many people have been sucked into it's lair of deceit.

But . . .

You know what's even scarier?

They are not the only ones.

I believe there are many churches that operate on variations of this playbook of fear and intimidation.

It really causes you to question, and seriously examine, all organized religious groups.

I'm not saying we should throw out the baby with the bath water, but it would behoove all of us to take a real close look at the baby.


Thursday, April 2, 2015

Dude! Dude! Dude!

He blew it!

The Eyes Have It

Most of the women I work with cover their faces completely, with the exception of their eyes.

I've heard it said that ladies who are covered like this sometimes look sinister, at first blush.

Maybe.

But I would argue . . .

If you take the time to look closely, you'll see a plethora of emotions expressed through their eyes.

And even more so, when you get to know them, you'll see . . .

Smiling eyes.

Subdued eyes.

Inquisitive eyes.

Anxious eyes.

Surprised eyes.

Angry eyes.

Mischievous eyes.

Loving eyes.

Longing eyes.

In fact, their eyes alone reveal so much.

When you add to this their stance, their posture, their walk, and their shoes (yes, their shoes!), then you can easily figure out who they are.

Some are serious fashionistas, very much like the Arab women depicted in the Sex and the City 2 movie.

You know that because they wear the kind of abayas that are closed from the waist up, but are open down the front, revealing what they have on underneath.

Arab women aren't the only ones who cover their faces.  Many men and women wear surgical masks in places like China, India and Vietnam to combat pollution.

So, I encourage you.

The next time you see a woman (or a man) covered up with only her (his) eyes exposed, look beyond the covering, and into her (his) eyes.

They'll tell you a lot.


White Out!

When I sleep, I'm out like a rock.

But . . .

At about 3:30 this morning, I was awaken by another violent sand storm.  The winds were ramming the side of the building with a massive force.  When I got up about a half hour later, there was a fog of sand swirling around in my apartment.

Everything was hazy.

Layers and layers of sand covered every surface.

Of course, all of the windows and doors were closed tight, but the sand would not be denied.

It seeped through all of the cracks and crevices.

I have heavy drapes covering the windows, but the sand came through those landing far and wide.

When I left for school (our last day before Spring Break), it was completely white outside.



Ok.  So it isn't white, but it's the closest description
I can think of to help you understand what I mean.
This is behind the parking lot of my building.


It was looked like a heavy, dense fog, but it was heavy sheaths of sand swirling through the air.

Thick enough to chew.

It goes without saying that the driving conditions were dangerous, and I was driving from next door.  The folks who travel an hour to an hour-and-a-half each way to get to school were told to stay put.  Visibility was reduced to a few feet, making the roads hazardous and the driving conditions precarious at best.

This area is so remote, there are no weather satellites nearby, so we can't get accurate weather forecasts or updates.  The closest weather report is for the town about an hour away, but the weather varies greatly from here to there.  We're on the water, and it's more inland.  That makes a huge difference here.

So, it looks like the storms are coming out of nowhere.

There's no warning.  One minute the wind is blowing normally, and the next it's moving with hurricane force.

I've said this before, but it's true.  I've not seen anything like this in all of my time in the UAE.

I know.

I know.

You're feeling sorry for me, right?

Don't.

In spite of this crazy, wacky weather, I love my little town.


Wednesday, April 1, 2015