This week when the Republican President and his entitled Secretary of Education demanded that public schools open full time/full service this fall, virus or no virus, OR they would lose federal funding, I became so upset that I turned off the computer, the TV, the radio. That was the straw. I couldn’t stand to hear about any of it anymore.
A couple decades ago when I was working full time as a public school teacher, I was in a massive meeting with an administrator who lamented that too often teachers are less concerned with their students than they are with their own working conditions. It would not have been politically astute for myself or other teachers to challenge a supervisor on this point at that particular moment, so no one did. But later I thought, hey–my working conditions are the same as your child’s learning conditions! If the air conditioner is broken in our uninsulated portable trailer you’re calling a classroom, well, guess what?–both teacher and students are going to be hot. If the school district crowds so many students into one classroom and the teacher has to spend more time on behavior management and less time on instruction–do you think it’s only the teacher who’s going to have a bad day? Administrators and legislators and presidents like to paint teachers as selfish complainers, but the fact is teachers and students are in this enterprise together. If you help teachers, you help students. That’s how it works. And if you can’t make the schools safe during a pandemic for teachers, then students aren’t going to be safe either.
I decided this week to re-post an essay I wrote shortly after I retired seven years ago about poverty and the achievement gap. In the age of Trump and DeVos and the inadequate response to the Corona Virus, I think it’s more pertinent than ever. Here it is:
I chose to make my career in public education and I have become a fierce defender of it as a democratic institution. I worked as a special educator with children who have severe disabilities for over thirty years. Federal law guarantees all children a free, appropriate, public education in the least restrictive environment. FAPE in the LRE—those are the acronyms every special education teacher candidate has memorized for midterms and term papers. These are promises made to students who have special needs, i.e. student who have disabilities, or medical or psychological conditions that affect academic performance. Lately I’m thinking we need to make sure these promises are extended to all students, particularly those who are growing up in generational poverty.
As a teacher of students with severe disabilities, I most often worked in schools in impoverished neighborhoods, because that’s where the district put my class. For all you Sacramentans reading this, know that the classes for students with visual impairments were in Land Park (big mansions on Land Park Drive), the classes for students with hearing impairments were in the Fab Forties (that’s the neighborhood where the Reagan family lived when he was governor). My class was next to the federal housing project.
I’m not complaining; I’m just making an observation. Truth be told, I always loved the schools where they put my classes. I loved the neighborhoods too. My students and I often went out and strolled around these neighborhoods. I always felt safe.
I want to tell you about a couple of women I worked with at this school near the housing project. One of them lived with her family in the housing project, the other one aspired to live there. Apparently the housing project complex seemed nicer and safer than where she was currently living with her children.
I have hesitated to talk about these women because I’m afraid people will think I’m a bigot. We live in a bigoted culture, and although I don’t want to be a bigot, I suppose it is inevitable that I may reflect that. Nonetheless, I think it’s important that I let go of my fear of judgment and speak my truth.
These women were both assigned to assist me in my classroom. One was a hard worker, the other was a very hard worker. One couldn’t spell very simple words, so I found out early on that I couldn’t ask her to write anything on the board lest I embarrass her. Both seemed woefully ignorant of facts that are generally considered “common knowledge.” For example, one approached me one day and said that a friend had told her it was winter in South America when it was summer up here. “That can’t be right, can it?” she asked. “Have you ever heard of such a thing?”
The other woman expressed great surprise when I mentioned one day that Seattle and Sacramento were in the same time zone. In fact, she didn’t seem to have a firm grip on the entire concept of time zones.
I’m not saying these women are stupid. I’m saying that they and their families have been living in poverty for generations, and public education has not been able to change that. In fact it would appear that their schooling has been so inadequate that they may have huge gaps in knowledge.
I don’t want to generalize here. Not every person living in poverty has these issues. But my guess is that enough of them do—and that is why this poverty is often generational. These women and many more like them were the parents of the students at our school. These are the moms who will be helping our students with their homework.
When I was growing up, if I had a question, my parents had the answer or they knew where to go, which book to consult, to find the answer. My parents read to me and with me. They set a good example by reading themselves. They subscribed to two newspapers and more than one magazine. There were lively discussions of current events at the dinner table. It was an intellectually stimulating atmosphere. I am sorry if I sound prejudiced, but I don’t think this is happening in the homes of these women I used to work with. I don’t think they can provide this for their children. And quite frankly our public schools cannot fill this gap. We are not giving our schools the resources to fill this gap.
To all well-meaning middle class people who have no experience with poverty, what I’m trying to say is this: poverty doesn’t just mean that you have less money. When you’ve grown up in this kind of poverty, it’s as if you’ve been deprived of a huge piece of our culture.
I have no answers, no easy solutions, but this is how I feel: children of middle class and upper middle class families will be fine for the most part. Their parents will look out for them and their schooling. Children of poverty need more. I would love to see every classroom in impoverished neighborhoods with a very small student to teacher ratio: I’m talking no more than twelve to one, and in fact I’d like to put a couple of aides in there with that teacher. That’s right: twelve students, a teacher and two aides. That was my class size limit in one school district for a classroom of students with severe disabilities, and it worked okay for us. Imagine if we could give that to these kids. I know most people will think this is ridiculous, even my fellow teachers will say, no, that’s not necessary. I say, we all know there’s an achievement gap. Let’s not waste money on new textbooks or testing materials or scripted curricula or some fancy new way to chart all that data. Because guess what? If you want to address the achievement gap with new teaching materials, that’s just a big bonanza of new money for text book manufacturers. I say, give the money to the schools themselves to lower class size. And I mean significantly lower!! Let’s give these kids more attention! Take them out on lots of field trips so they can have real experiences. Then they’ll have something real to write about. Have them write about everything: science and math and family stories and current events. As a writer myself, I’m a big fan of getting kids to write.
Some of those kids at the housing project—going to school just a few block south of Broadway on 4th street, barely twelve blocks or so from the State Capitol—some of them would point to the high rises on Capitol Mall and say, “What are those?” I had a student once—we were watching a Christmas-themed movie and it was snowing in the story and this kid turned to me and said “Ms Schoellkopf, how comes it never snows in the real world?” Can you believe that? Is there anything more dear than that? I had to explain to him that here–in California’s valley–it rarely snows, but snow is a real thing. It does snow in other places.
What is happening today in public education makes me so sad that I up and left. I am telling these stories as a way of lighting a candle. Maybe someone else will see this light and find a way to help. I don’t know what to do anymore.
That is where I ended my essay seven years ago. Today–just today–because of our Republican president–I don’t feel a lot more hope than I did back then. But earlier on, I liked some of the ideas I was hearing about how public schools were talking about dealing with our new pandemic reality. Ideas about part-time in-person school attendance/part-time zoom instruction. Granted, it’s far from ideal, but in some ways it brings schools a little closer to my vision of smaller class sizes so teachers can better address the individual needs of their students. I had hopes that such experiments could open up new pathways forward, post-pandemic. But if the Republican administration gets its way, Betsy DeVos will funnel the bulk of federal education funds to private and charter schools, arguing that since public schools can’t offer full-time education at this time, they don’t deserve any money at all.
Most politicians across the board are insistent that kids need to be back at school. I agree that in-person education provides benefits online instruction simply can’t offer. None of that changes the fact that this time has been squandered by a federal Republican administration that refused to expand testing to a point that would be helpful in assessing risk. Absolutely nothing has changed, except we now know a lot more about how deadly and debilitating the virus is. They say the NBA will test players every other day. How often will school districts see fit to test teachers and students? Will the federal government give them any help at all with that? Doubtful.
I pray and affirm that this crisis will give our school districts the courage to experiment with new ways of instructional delivery that may prove useful in addressing the achievement gap as well as ensuring the safety of children and school staff during this prolonged pandemic. Amen.
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Wonderful points! Poor Kids Matter.
thanks, June!
Well said, with care and a lot of thoughtfulness. ❤️
Thanks, Sue!