December 12, 2013

The Heavens Opened for Mandela

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I remember when I first became acquainted with the name "Mandela." 
 
In 1988, I was a 17-year-old college freshman at the University of California Riverside.  During the fall of that year, there was a week of "Anti-Apartheid" demonstrations all over the campus.  I wanted to get caught up in the revolutionary zeal, but I was embarrassed to admit that I did not know what apartheid was.  I had heard the word apartheid, many times but I honestly did not know what it meant. Some of my more radical friends told me that apartheid was like Jim Crow segregation in the US only much worse.  I remembered thinking that they must be mistaken.  It was 1988 afterall, and black people in Africa (or anywhere) were still enduring the type of unhumanity that they had endured under Jim Crowism in America?  I knew then I needed to attend all of the rallies and activities that week to learn more.
 
Kwame Toure, otherwise known as Stokely Carmichael, was speaking in the courtyard that week.  I remember being excited about his talk because I had just written a paper on the Black Panther Party.  Carmichael (Toure) had been a Freedom Rider, a member of SNCC (the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee), and a Black Panther.  And that day in October, he was to speak to the students of UC Riverside about the horrors of Apartheid South Africa.  He told Nelson Mandela's story of resistance and over 20-year imprisonment. After Toure's talk, students watched a documentary of Mandela's life, and I was transfixed by Mr. Mandela's courage and determination to not be moved, to own his and his people's humanity, to rise up until South Africans were free, and to sacrifice himself for that aim.
 
And as an African American, I felt a deep kinship to Mandela and to South Africa.  As a decendant of slaves in America, and an inheriter of the American Civil Rights movement, I felt the anti-apartheid movement was a part of me too.  I carried that kinship with me for the rest of my life.  I am an African in America, a apart of the African diaspora.  There was something in my DNA that felt the struggles, the pain, and the eventual triumph of South Africans.   
 
I was so proud of Madiba when he became the first black president of South Africa.  When he united black and white South Africans through his famous Truth and Reconciliation Commission, he united the once oppressed and the once oppressor.  This is something that America has never truly been able or willing to do. As a result of Mandela's humility and forgiveness, white South Africans and Black South Africans coexist today with so much more honesty and transparency than blacks and whites in the United States.  After all, the US has never had a Truth and Reconciliation Commission.  We have yet to have a national discourse on race.


As President Obama proclaimed two days ago in his Eulogy, "Nelson Mandela is the last great liberator of the 20th century."  He has been the light in a dark world. He has transformed the global world and become its moral compass. The persistent downpour of rain throughout Mr. Mandela's memorial service would have underscored a solemn event and represented mourning and grief if he had been a revered American dignitary.  But as the legend goes in South Africa, rain the day of a memorial service represents the passing of a great man.  The heavens opened for Mandela that day sending him back home. 
 
 
 

April 16, 2013

It's a Far Greater Sin than Cheating

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The Atlanta Public Schools cheating scandal may, on the surface, appear to be just one more "drop in the bucket" in the the long list of school cheating scandals across the country that reared their ugly heads since the passing of the federal No Child Left Behind Act in 2001.  And some would agree that one of the many insidious byproducts of NCLB has been federal and local incentives to cheat and/or inflate standardized test scores.  In fact, many education scholars have argued for years that NCLB not only "leaves behind" the very students it seeks to serve, it encourages educators to cheat.  In the face of the unsurmountable odds stacked against students and educators in urban school systems, desperate teachers have resorted to padding statistics, coaching students during standardized tests, and just outright cheating.  Educators have all agreed that these variables are unfortunately true in the most disenfranchised and impoverished school systems in the country.  However, the corruption that has permeated the Atlanta Public Schools far exceeds the limits of simple cheating.

The racial demographic of The Atlanta Public Schools system is an important variable in arriving at conclusions about its current situation and fate.  APS is approximately 95% African American. Some of the published data about APS's racial demographics will assert that the system is 70-75% African American.  However, given the culture of dishonesty that investigators have uncovered at APS, we can assume that these statistics were also "constructed" in order to attract white students, educators, and donors to the system.  At any rate, because the school system is so overwhelming African American, there has been a consistent, if not subdued, voice of outcry from the black community about the well-published scandal.  

Many reporters, activists, and educators have a similar line of rhetoric.  It reads like this:  It is the system of high-stakes testing that is the blame for Atlanta Public Schools' fall from grace, or No Child Left Behind left educators with no choice, and better still, You can't blame the teachers; they were just following orders from the white power structure. Granted, high-stakes testing has completely usurped real teaching and real education in most school systems across America.  However, an African American led system must not scapegoat a white power structure for the decades-long, dishonest and criminal decisions it made.
  
Most of the 35 (all black), superintendent, administrators, and teachers, were indicted for "Racketeering."  In the Atlanta Public Schools system, the racketeering began very shortly after Beverly Hall, who left the Newark, NJ school system under suspicious circumstances, was hired as Superintendent of APS in 1999.  Hall cast a mafia style web of deceit, coercion, extortion, bribery, and intimidation from the top down.
   
Essentially, this is how the web worked.  Hall entered a failing school system in 1999 with the explicit purpose of "reforming" it in every way:  increasing student achievement (which amounts to test scores), infrastructure, public relations, and government and private sector funding.  The Atlanta Journal and Constitution sums it up nicely, saying:

Hall inculcated an atmosphere that encouraged using any means necessary to achieve test-score targets, the indictment said, and then “publicly misrepresented the academic performance of schools throughout APS.” Pressuring subordinates to produce targeted scores, the indictment said, “created an environment where achieving the desired end result was more important than the students’ education.”
Once Hall achieved the desired test-score targets by "any and all means necessary," the government funding poured into the district. The Huffington Post cites that in 2009 alone, APS received nearly $1 million in federal funds.  Let's not forget that Hall was superintendent for 11 years -- 1999 to 2011.  As a result of the district's extravagant gains in standardized test scores over a three-year period, it received the Title I Distinguished schools designation.  Of course, we know now that those gains were fraudulent and made by simply changing incorrect answers to correct ones.   However, after Hall's district received the $1 million in federal funds, the real criminal activity began.  Hall would parcel out monetary awards to the administrators of the SRTs (Student Reform Teams) of the "high achieving" schools in question.  Those administrators, in a "trickle down" fashion, would then disburse those funds to each Principal where the so called gains were made.  And from there, to specific academic coaches and classroom teachers.  This may all still sound like simple cheating; however, it was Hall's methods that would warrant the racketeering charges.

Hall established a test-score hierarchy which began with a "convocation" at the beginning of each school year.  The Mary Kay-esk environment took place at the Georgia Dome or the Atlanta Civic Center each year.  The seating was arranged in a "losers/winners" structure, in which those who had made little to no test-score gains were singled out and seated in the "nose bleed" seats in the farthest reaches of the audience.  Closest to the floor and seated on the floor, were the blue-blazer-wearing "successful" teachers and administrators who represented the "high achieving" schools with the highest test-score gains.  Each participant received a gift bag.  The gift bags of those with the highest gains were stuffed with checks, gift cards, and various other "shiny carrots."  Those seated in the risers, received little or nothing.  Administrators and Principals were said to have received cash gifts in the amount of $20,000 or more along with bonuses and of course funds for their schools and SRTs.  The teachers who left the convocation each year empty handed, either decided to join the blue blazer club or receive reperecussions from their SRT Directors.  These repercussions came in the form of intimidation, coercion, and ultimately bribery.  After all, teachers and principals who refused to achieve test-score targets "by any means necessary" were ruining the entire SRT's ability to receive its "just" rewards.

Not only was Hall fraudulently receiving government funds that she ultimately used to extort test scores from her schools, but she received  $10.5 million dollars from the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation to "transform" the APS high schools and improve "teaching" and "learning."  In hindsight, this would be laughable if the aftermath of Hall's deceit wasn't so tragic and far reaching.

While the so called educators, administrators, and the superintendent of APS were running their "school district mafia," the children of APS were mostly not learning to read, not learning basic Mathematics, not learning to write, and not learning any semblance of critical thinking skills.  Of course, there are exceptions in the system.  Despite the corruption, there were many APS students in the system who learned adequate and above adequate skills from a few good teachers (those who refused to join the "mafia").  There were also so gems who excelled in spite of their dismal circumstances.  In many cases, however, the standardized test scores that followed children from their cheating elementary schools into middle and high school claimed that these children were virtual geniuses.  However, many children who, according to the CRCT (Criterion-Referenced Competency Tests), were in the 80th and 90th percentile in Language Arts and Reading could, sadly enough, barely read simple sentences and could not comprehend much more.  

While the educators were enjoying their cash and bonuses, many of them simply began to act in accordance with the corruption surrounding them.  Children who came to them in the 5th grade unable to read became challenges and obstacles that teachers found overwhelming.  So, instead of using some of those Title I funds to actually teach illiterate children to read, school academic coaches established after school tutoring in which struggling students simply played dodge ball and listened to music instead of doing the very difficult work of closing the achievement gap.  This may sound unbelievable, but it simply became easier to placate struggling students than to teach them.  After all, struggling students had become accustomed to not really learning anything. So the few overzealous teachers and tutors who really wanted to teach were met with tremendous resistance from students who couldn't read or who couldn't divide and multiply.

Now, nearly thirteen years after the reign of Beverly Hall, Atlanta Public Schools students are attempting to enter technical and community colleges.  They are discovering that their high school diplomas are basically worthless.  Those students either end up stuck in Developmental Studies courses, eventually give up, drop out of college, and become urban statistics, or they find themselves struggling for years to get back what they lost in elementary, middle, and high school.  The sins committed against these students are far greater than simple cheating.  The fingers of this corruption reach far beyond 2009 and far beyond Atlanta Public Schools. Indeed, NCLB established implicit incentives for school systems to cheat.  Must we always bite the dangling, shiny carrot?  Real educators must have a higher calling and must have a moral center. Yes, we are underpaid.  Yes, we are overworked.  Yes, we are asked to do miracles in 16 weeks or 32 weeks.  But if the job is too much for us, we can always walk away.  If we find that we can no longer teach, nurture, and mentor the students we serve, we must find another line of work. What the Atlanta Public Schools system has done, under the leadership of Beverly Hall, is indeed criminal. The damage may be irrevocable. Atlanta Public Schools has miseducated and perhaps ruined the lives of an entire generation of black people. 






January 30, 2013

Blog Neglect

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I cannot truly call this "writer's block."  Yes, it is true that this is my first pitiful attempt at blogging in 2013.  It is also true that I have several pieces of unfinished fiction that are not really calling my name.  

I could use the excuse that 2012 ended with such an emotional bang that I have just been intellectually paralyzed.  No, I really don't believe that is true either, so I need not kid myself.  

My focus, of late, has been very internal - the body as a temple - mind, body, spirit, blah, blah, blah.  I have been thinking and not writing.  The very sin I warn my students about.  Maybe society's latest grumblings will stir me to respond.  Or maybe, like some type of desperate "open mike" songstress, I'll take requests from my students.

At any rate, stay tuned...

November 07, 2012

Congratulations (again), Mr. President

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So many Americans are honored and proud to have reelected our beloved President, Barack Obama, for a second term.  After the past year of campaign duplicity and perfidy, so many of us feel vindicated and sane again.

Those of us who are African Americans feel something else too.  It is difficult to put into words (or few words anyway).  I have included a piece that I wrote in 2008 when we elected President Obama to his first term as the 44th President of the United States.  And now that he has been reelected, these feelings have only intensified. 


I remember where I was when the first African American became president.  Sitting in the middle of my bed around midnight on November 4, 2008, I watched, transfixed and silent as the final numbers came in, then brightly and boldly the words flashed PRESIDENT ELECT OBAMA.  As I sat there, unable to move, unable to speak, time seemed to slow and rewind and fast forward.  I started to recall my childhood, growing up as a little Black girl in America.
I was one of those peculiar, heady children who relished history as far back as I could remember.  I would read voraciously great American narratives like Little Women, The Catcher in the Rye, and Moby Dick.  As many children do, I would insert myself into the text, trying to imagine where and who I would have been during that historical period.  History, along with other great American novels like To Kill a Mockingbird, Native Son, and Invisible Man, told me exactly where I would have been.  The Constitution bound my people to a history that negated their humanity, so that they were either invisible in the literary imagination or they were confined to proscribed identities of servitude and inferiority.  If I had been one of the “little women” in Louisa May Alcott’s novel, I would have been a servant at best, nameless and faceless.  Undoubtedly, there would have been no place for a little black girl in J.D. Salinger’s 1951 Catcher in the Rye, as the 1950’s in America were characterized by the height of the turbulent Jim Crow segregation era.  And, although there were no women in Melville’s Moby Dick, history tells me that I would have been a slave in 1851 at the time of its drafting. 
As I sat there watching the words on the screen, PRESIDENT ELECT BARACK OBAMA, and my husband and I received a flood of phone calls from cheering family members and friends, I understood that I was not only witnessing a watershed event, I was apart of one.  No longer the little black girl, but now a black woman with her own black children, I was a part of history.  Now, my children would be able to see themselves in a way that I couldn’t.  They can insert themselves into every narrative with dignity.   Black parents, like all parents, have encouraged their children to take advantage of the American dream, telling them that they can do and be anything they want.  However, when a little black child says he wants to be president one day, black parents often think, if they don’t speak it, that their child has reached too high.  To this aspiration, the parent pats their son or daughter on the head and smiles that smile that says, “I don’t think America will ever be ready for a black president.” However, in this moment, my children and all black children were no longer bound by the chains of their ancestors.  The chains that had been loosened by the Emancipation Proclamation, and unlocked by the Brown v. Board of Education decision and the Civil Rights Amendments, had gracefully and quietly slipped off.  My children would finally have full access to America’s promises – promises guaranteed by the Constitution and its Amendments but that have been, nevertheless, institutionally and systematically denied to African Americans – denied until this moment.
Now I watched as the elegant Senator from Illinois, now President Elect Barack Obama, stepped to the podium and began to speak.  As he invoked Martin Luther King, Jr. and Abraham Lincoln, my tears uncontrollably welled up and overflowed.  I had expected to cheer and jump around like some of my family members were doing.  Instead, I cried.  Yes, I cried for my ancestors who came to America on slave ships.  I cried for those ancestors still in bondage two-hundred years later who secretly taught each other to read by candlelight with the threat of sure death looming if they were ever caught.  I cried for African Americans who were lynched by the thousands throughout the early twentieth century.  I cried for African Americans who endured beatings, water hoses, and the wrath of white racism during the Civil Rights movement.  I cried because I was witnessing the dream and the hope of the slave taking his rightful place as the 44th president of the United States of America, a man with an African father and a white mother, husband to a black woman, and father to two black children.  A black man had galvanized a polarized and cynical country, transcended white racism, and inspired whites, Hispanics, Asians, and Blacks to believe that “Yes…We Can” move America into a new era, an era in which American meritocracy is possible for all Americans.  Those on the margins could now move to the center. 
As the tears continued to flow, now uncontrollably, I thought of the impact and import of this historical moment to the rest of the world.  African Americans would not be the only people whose lives would be transformed.  President Barack Obama will transform the world, not simply because he is a black man and the embodiment of the American story, rather because he has the ability to unite people and inspire them to change.  Already, Barack Obama has done what Brown v. Board and the Civil Rights movement couldn’t.  With his overwhelming presidential victory, popular as well as electoral, white Americans have joyously declared that they want to be led by a black man.  Barack Obama is the new face of America, representing diversity, intellectualism, and conciliation.  He represents the democracy and freedom that America has always promised to its citizens and marketed to the rest of the world.  And, I can say, “I remember where I was” because the unthinkable and unspeakable has happened in my lifetime.  I can now say, with conviction, “I Too Sing America”. 
I remember where I was in 2012 when Barack Obama was reelected to a second term as the President of the United States.  But this time, I cheered and laughed and sang and danced and cheered and laughed again.  America has spoken!