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Essay by a teacher in a black high school

Discussion in 'Society and Culture' started by Biker, Jul 19, 2013.

  1. Biker

    Biker Administrator Staff Member

    Going to do the copy and paste because you KNOW it's going to disappear. Soon.

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    Essay by a teacher in a black high school

    *This is a repost from the rants and raves section from the Mobile, Alabama craigslist.*


    The truth is usually a tough thing to accept, so I understand if this is flagged. It would be a cowardly thing to do, but I understand it. Some people just ignore unpleasant truths. However, if you think ignoring the problem, or trying to censor the truth, will help our black children improve, you're dreaming. This is important, so I'm happy to repost - indefinitely if necessary. I find it interesting that NO ONE has had the intellect to refute anything in the essay. They can only attempt to censor it, as if doing so somehow makes it invalid. Weak minds, weak minds.


    Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a southeastern state.

    The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions journalists use like "chaotic" or "poor learning environment" or "lack of discipline" do not capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience of teaching black children and that is what I will try to convey.

    Most whites simply do not know what black people are like in large numbers, and the first encounter can be a shock.

    One of the most immediately striking things about my students was that they were loud. They had little conception of ordinary decorum. It was not unusual for five blacks to be screaming at me at once. Instead of calming down and waiting for a lull in the din to make their point -- something that occurs to even the dimmest white students -- blacks just tried to yell over each other.

    It did no good to try to quiet them, and white women were particularly inept at trying. I sat in on one woman's class as she begged the children to pipe down. They just yelled louder so their voices would carry over hers.

    Many of my black students would repeat themselves over and over again -- just louder. It was as if they suffered from Tourette syndrome. They seemed to have no conception of waiting for an appropriate time to say something. They would get ideas in their heads and simply had to shout them out. I might be leading a discussion on government and suddenly be interrupted: "We gotta get more Democrats! Clinton, she good!" The student may seem content with that outburst but two minutes later, he would suddenly start yelling again: "Clinton good!"

    Anyone who is around young blacks will probably get a constant diet of rap music. Blacks often make up their own jingles, and it was not uncommon for 15 black boys to swagger into a classroom, bouncing their shoulders and jiving back.

    They were yelling back and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words in the same harsh, rasping dialect. The words were almost invariably a childish form of boasting: "Who got dem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe, who got dem shine grill (gold and silver dental caps)?" The amateur rapper usually ends with a claim--in the crudest terms imaginable -- that all womankind is sexually devoted to him. For whatever reason, my students would often groan instead of saying a particular word, as in, "She suck dat aaahhhh (think of a long grinding groan), she f**k dat aaaahhhh, she lick dat aaaahhh."

    Black women love to dance -- in a way white people might call gyrating. So many black girls dance in the hall, in the classroom, on the chairs, next to the chairs, under the chairs, everywhere. Once I took a call on my cell phone and had to step outside of class. I was away about two minutes but when I got back the black girls had lined up at the front of the classroom and were convulsing to the delight of the boys.

    Many black people, especially black women, are enormously fat. Some are so fat I had to arrange special seating to accommodate their bulk. I am not saying there are no fat white students -- there are -- but it is a matter of numbers and attitudes. Many black girls simply do not care that they are fat. There are plenty of white anorexics, but I have never met or heard of a black anorexic.

    "Black women be big Mr. Jackson," my students would explain.

    "Is it okay in the black community to be a little overweight?" I ask. Two obese black girls in front of my desk begin to dance, "You know dem boys lak juicy fruit, Mr. Jackson." "Juicy" is a colorful black expression for the buttocks.

    Blacks, on average, are the most directly critical people I have ever met: "Dat shirt stupid. Yo' kid a bastard. Yo' lips big." Unlike whites, who tread gingerly around the subject of race, they can be brutally to the point. Once I needed to send a student to the office to deliver a message. I asked for volunteers, and suddenly you would think my classroom was a bastion of civic engagement. Thirty dark hands shot into the air. My students loved to leave the classroom and slack off, even if just for a few minutes, away from the eye of white authority. I picked a light-skinned boy to deliver the message. One very black student was indignant: "You pick da half-breed." And immediately other blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen mouths are screaming, "He half-breed."

    For decades, the country has been lamenting the poor academic performance of blacks and there is much to lament. There is no question, however, that many blacks come to school with a serious handicap that is not their fault. At home they have learned a dialect that is almost a different language. Blacks not only mispronounce words; their grammar is often wrong. When a black wants to ask, "Where is the bathroom?" he may actually say "Whar da badroom be?" Grammatically, this is the equivalent of "Where the bathroom is?" And this is the way they speak in high school. Students write the way they speak, so this is the language that shows up in written assignments.

    It is true that some whites face a similar handicap. They speak with what I would call a "country" accent that is hard to reproduce but results in sentences such as "I'm gonna gemme a Coke." Some of these country whites had to learn correct pronunciation and usage. The difference is that most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many blacks do not.

    Most of the blacks I taught simply had no interest in academic subjects. I taught history, and students would often say they didn't want to do an assignment or they didn't like history because it was all about white people. Of course, this was "diversity" history, in which every cowboy's black cook got a special page on how he contributed to winning the West, but black children still found it inadequate. So I would throw up my hands and assign them a project on a real, historical black person. My favorite was Marcus Garvey. They had never heard of him, and I would tell them to research him, but they never did. They didn't care and they didn't want to do any work.

    Anyone who teaches blacks soon learns that they have a completely different view of government from whites. Once I decided to fill 25 minutes by having students write about one thing the government should do to improve America. I gave this question to three classes totaling about 100 students, approximately 80 of whom were black. My few white students came back with generally "conservative" ideas. "We need to cut off people who don't work," was the most common suggestion. Nearly every black gave a variation on the theme of "We need more government services."

    My students had only the vaguest notion of who pays for government services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty. One black girl was exhorting the class on the need for more social services and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for the money to pay for those services. "Yeah, it come from whites," she finally said. "They stingy anyway."

    "Many black people make over $50,000 dollars a year and you would also be taking away from your own people," I said.

    She had an answer to that: "Dey half breed." The class agreed. I let the subject drop.

    Many black girls are perfectly happy to be welfare queens. On career day, one girl explained to the class that she was going to have lots of children and get fat checks from the government. No one in the class seemed to have any objection to this career choice.

    Surprising attitudes can come out in class discussion. We were talking about the crimes committed in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and I brought up the rape of a young girl in the bathroom of the Superdome. A majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it lightly. One black boy spoke up without raising his hand: "Dat no big deal. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun. Dey jus' wanna have a fun time; you know what I'm sayin'?" A few black heads nodded in agreement.

    My department head once asked all the teachers to get a response from all students to the following question: "Do you think it is okay to break the law if it will benefit you greatly?" By then, I had been teaching for a while and was not surprised by answers that left a young, liberal, white woman colleague aghast. "Yeah" was the favorite answer. As one student explained, "Get dat green."

    There is a level of conformity among blacks that whites would find hard to believe. They like one kind of music: rap. They will vote for one political party: Democrat. They dance one way, speak one way, are loud the same way, and fail their exams in the same way. Of course, there are exceptions but they are rare.

    Whites are different. Some like country music, others heavy metal, some prefer pop, and still others, God forbid, enjoy rap music. They have different associations, groups, almost ideologies. There are jocks, nerds, preppies, and hunters. Blacks are all -- well -- black, and they are quick to let other blacks know when they deviate from the norm.

    One might object that there are important group differences among blacks that a white man simply cannot detect. I have done my best to find them, but so far as I can tell, they dress the same, talk the same, think the same. Certainly, they form rival groups, but the groups are not different in any discernible way. There simply are no groups of blacks that are as distinctly different from each other as white "nerds," "hunters," or "Goths," for example.

    How the world looks to blacks: One point on which all blacks agree is that everything is "racis'." This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely. Did you do your homework? "Na, homework racis'." Why did you get an F on the test? "Test racis'."

    I was trying to teach a unit on British philosophers and the first thing the students noticed about Bentham, Hobbes, and Locke was "Dey all white! Where da black philosopher a'?" I tried to explain there were no blacks in eighteenth century Britain. You can probably guess what they said to that: "Dat racis'!" One student accused me of deliberately failing him on a test because I didn't like black people.

    "Do you think I really hate black people?"
    "Yeah."
    "Have I done anything to make you feel this way? How do you know?"
    "You just do."
    "Why do you say that?"

    He just smirked, looked out the window, and sucked air through his teeth. Perhaps this was a regional thing, but the blacks often sucked air through their teeth as a wordless expression of disdain or hostility.

    My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the lens of their own blackness. I had a class that was host to a German exchange student. One day he put on a Power Point presentation with famous German landmarks as well as his school and family.

    From time to time during the presentation, blacks would scream, "Where da black folk?!" The exasperated German tried several times to explain that there were no black people where he lived in Germany. The students did not believe him. I told them Germany is in Europe, where white people are from, and Africa is where black people are from. They insisted that the German student was racist, and deliberately refused to associate with blacks.

    Blacks are keenly interested in their own racial characteristics. I have learned, for example, that some blacks have "good hair." Good hair is black parlance for black-white hybrid hair. Apparently, it is less kinky, easier to style, and considered more attractive. Blacks are also proud of light skin. Imagine two black students shouting insults across the room. One is dark but slim; the other light and obese. The dark one begins the exchange: "You fat, Ridario!" Ridario smiles, doesn't deign to look at his detractor, shakes his head like a wobbling top, and says, "You wish you light skinned."

    They could go on like this, repeating the same insults over and over.

    My black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants. They would vent their feelings so crudely that our department strongly advised us never to talk about immigration in class in case the principal or some outsider might overhear.

    Whites were "racis'," of course, but they thought of us at least as Americans. Not the Mexicans. Blacks have a certain, not necessarily hostile understanding of white people. They know how whites act, and it is clear they believe whites are smart and are good at organizing things. At the same time, they probably suspect whites are just putting on an act when they talk about equality, as if it is all a sham that makes it easier for whites to control blacks. Blacks want a bigger piece of the American pie. I'm convinced that if it were up to them they would give whites a considerably smaller piece than whites get now, but they would give us something. They wouldn't give Mexicans anything.

    What about black boys and white girls? No one is supposed to notice this or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with white girls. I've witnessed the following drama countless times. A black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not really in a menacing way. It's more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and shuffles he asks, "When you gonna go wit' me?"

    There are two kinds of reply. The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the black and shouts, "I don't wanna go out with you!" The more demure girl will look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no.

    There is only one response from the black boy: "You racis'." Many girls -- all too many -- actually feel guilty because they do not want to date blacks. Most white girls at my school stayed away from blacks, but a few, particularly the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them.

    There is something else that is striking about blacks. They seem to have no sense of romance, of falling in love. What brings men and women together is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from blacks -- especially the boys.

    Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. It's uncanny. Not long ago, I was walking through the halls and a group of black boys were walking in front of me. All of a sudden they started fighting with another group in the hallway.

    Blacks are extraordinarily quick to take offense. Once I accidentally scuffed a black boy's white sneaker with my shoe. He immediately rubbed his body up against mine and threatened to attack me. I stepped outside the class and had a security guard escort the student to the office. It was unusual for students to threaten teachers physically this way, but among themselves, they were quick to fight for similar reasons.

    The real victims are the unfortunate whites caught in this. They are always in danger and their educations suffer. White weaklings are particularly susceptible, but mostly to petty violence. They may be slapped or get a couple of kicks when they are trying to open a bottom locker. Typically, blacks save the hard, serious violence for each other.

    There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to violence. Black girls were constantly fighting over black boys. It was not uncommon to see two girls literally ripping each other's hair out with a police officer in the middle trying to break up the fight. The black boy they were fighting over would be standing by with a smile, enjoying the show he had created. For reasons I cannot explain, boys seldom fought over girls.

    Pregnancy was common among the blacks, though many black girls were so fat I could not tell the difference. I don't know how many girls got abortions, but when they had the baby they usually stayed in school and had their own parents look after the child. The school did not offer daycare.

    Aside from the police officers constantly on patrol, a sure sign that you are in a black school is the coke cage: the chain-link fence that many majority-black schools use to protect vending machines. The cage surrounds the machine and even covers its top. Delivery employees have to unlock a gate on the front of the cage to service the machines. Companies would prefer not to build cages around vending machines. They are expensive, ugly, and a bother, but black students smashed the machines so many times it was cheaper to build a cage than repair the damage. Rumor had it that before the cages went up blacks would turn the machines upside down in the hope that the money would fall out.

    Security guards are everywhere in black schools -- we had one on every hall. They also sat in on unruly classes and escorted students to the office. They were unarmed, but worked closely with the three city police officers who were constantly on duty.

    There was a lot of drug-dealing at my school. This was a good way to make a fair amount of money but it also gave boys power over girls who wanted drugs. An addicted girl -- black or white -- became the plaything of anyone who could get her drugs.

    One of my students was a notorious drug dealer. Everyone knew it. He was 19 years old and in eleventh grade. Once he got a score of three out of 100 on a test. He had been locked up four times since he was 13.

    One day, I asked him, "Why do you come to school?"

    He wouldn't answer. He just looked out the window, smiled, and sucked air through his teeth. His friend Yidarius ventured an explanation: "He get dat green and get dem females."

    "What is the green?" I asked. "Money or dope?" "Both," said Yidarius with a smile.

    A very fat black interrupted from across the room: "We get dat lunch," Mr. Jackson. "We gotta get dat lunch and brickfuss." He means the free breakfast and lunch poor students get every day. "Nigga, we know'd you be lovin' brickfuss!" shouts another student.

    Some readers may believe that I have drawn a cruel caricature of black students. After all, according to official figures some 85 percent of them graduate. It would be instructive to know how many of those scraped by with barely a C- record. They go from grade to grade and they finally get their diplomas because there is so much pressure on teachers to push them through. It saves money to move them along, the school looks good, and the teachers look good.

    Many of these children should have been failed, but the system would crack under their weight if they were all held back.

    How did my experiences make me feel about blacks? Ultimately, I lost sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There they were in an integrationist's fantasy--in the same classroom with white students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the same teachers--and yet the blacks fail while the whites pass.

    One tragic outcome among whites who have been teaching for too long is that it can engender something close to hatred. One teacher I knew gave up fast food--not for health reasons but because where he lived most fast-food workers were black. He had enough of blacks on the job. This was an extreme example but years of frustration can take their toll. Many of my white colleagues with any experience were well on their way to that state of mind.

    There is an unutterable secret among teachers: Almost all realize that blacks do not respond to traditional white instruction. Does that put the lie to environmentalism? Not at all. It is what brings about endless, pointless innovation that is supposed to bring blacks up to the white level. The solution is more diversity--or put more generally, the solution is change. Change is an almost holy word in education, and you can fail a million times as long as you keep changing. That is why liberals keep revamping the curriculum and the way it is taught. For example, teachers are told that blacks need hands-on instruction and more group work.

    Teachers are told that blacks are more vocal and do not learn through reading and lectures. The implication is that they have certain traits that lend themselves to a different kind of teaching.

    Whites have learned a certain way for centuries but it just doesn't work with blacks. Of course, this implies racial differences but if pressed, most liberal teachers would say different racial learning styles come from some indefinable cultural characteristic unique to blacks. Therefore, schools must change, America must change. But into what? How do you turn quantum physics into hands-on instruction or group work? No one knows, but we must keep changing until we find something that works.

    Public school has certainly changed since anyone reading this was a student. I have a friend who teaches elementary school, and she tells me that every week the students get a new diversity lesson, shipped in fresh from some bureaucrat's office in Washington or the state capital. She showed me the materials for one week: a large poster, about the size of a forty-two inch flat-screen television. It shows an utterly diverse group -- I mean diverse: handicapped, Muslim, Jewish, effeminate, poor, rich, brown, slightly brown, yellow, etc.--sitting at a table, smiling gaily, accomplishing some undefined task. The poster comes with a sheet of questions the teacher is supposed to ask. One might be: "These kids sure look different, but they look happy. Can you tell me which one in the picture is an American?"

    Some eight-year-old, mired in ignorance, will point to a white child like himself. "That one."

    The teacher reads from the answer, conveniently printed along with the question. "No, Billy, all these children are Americans. They are just as American as you."

    The children get a snack, and the poster goes up on the wall until another one comes a week later. This is what happens at predominately white, middle-class, elementary schools everywhere. Elementary school teachers love All of the Colors of the Race, by award-winning children's poet Arnold Adoff.

    These are some of the lines they read to the children: "Mama is chocolate . . . Daddy is vanilla . . . Me (sic) is better . . . It is a new color. It is a new flavor. For love. Sometimes blackness seems too black for me, and whiteness is too sickly pale; and I wish every one were golden. Remember: long ago before people moved and migrated, and mixed and matched . . . there was one people: one color, one race. The colors are flowing from what was before me to what will be after. All the colors."

    Teaching as a career: It may come as a surprise after what I have written, but my experiences have given me a deep appreciation for teaching as a career. It offers a stable, middle-class life but comes with the capacity to make real differences in the lives of children. In our modern, atomized world children often have very little communication with adults -- especially, or even, with their parents -- so there is potential for a real transaction between pupil and teacher, disciple and master.

    A rewarding relationship can grow up between an exceptional, interested student and his teacher. I have stayed in my classroom with a group of students discussing ideas and playing chess until the janitor kicked us out. I was the old gentleman, imparting my history, culture, personal loves and triumphs, defeats and failures to young kinsman. Sometimes I fancied myself Tyrtaeus, the Spartan poet, who counseled the youth to honor and loyalty. I never had this kind intimacy with a black student, and I know of no other white teacher who did.

    Teaching can be fun. For a certain kind of person it is exhilarating to map out battles on chalkboards, and teach heroism. It is rewarding to challenge liberal prejudices, to leave my mark on these children, but what I aimed for with my white students I could never achieve with the blacks.

    There is a kind of child whose look can melt your heart: some working-class castaway, in and out of foster homes, often abused, who is nevertheless almost an angel. Your heart melts for these children, this refuse of the modern world.

    Many white students possess a certain innocence; their cheeks still blush. Try as I might, I could not get the blacks to care one bit about Beethoven or Sherman's march to the sea, or Tyrtaeus, or Oswald Spengler, or even liberals like John Rawls, or their own history. They cared about nothing I tried to teach them. When this goes on year after year it chokes the soul out of a teacher, destroys his pathos, and sends him guiltily searching for The Bell Curve on the Internet.

    Blacks break down the intimacy that can be achieved in the classroom, and leave you convinced that that intimacy is really a form of kinship. Without intending to, they destroy what is most beautiful--whether it be your belief in human equality, your daughter's innocence, or even the state of the hallway.

    Just last year I read on the bathroom stall the words "F**k Whitey." Not two feet away, on the same stall, was a small swastika.

    The National Council for the Social Studies, the leading authority on social science education in the United States, urges teachers to inculcate such values as equality of opportunity, individual property rights, and a democratic form of government. Even if teachers could inculcate this milquetoast ideology into whites, liberalism is doomed because so many non-whites are not receptive to education of any kind beyond the merest basics.

    It is impossible to get them to care about such abstractions as property rights or democratic citizenship. They do not see much further than the fact that you live in a big house and "we in da pro-jek." Of course, there are a few loutish whites who will never think past their next meal and a few sensitive blacks for whom anything is possible, but no society takes on the characteristics of its exceptions.

    Once I asked my students, "What do you think of the Constitution?" "It white," one slouching black rang out. The class began to laugh. And I caught myself laughing along with them, laughing while Pompeii's volcano simmers, while the barbarians swell around the Palatine, while the country I love, and the job I love, and the community I love become dimmer by the day.

    I read a book by an expatriate Rhodesian who visited Zimbabwe not too many years ago. Traveling with a companion, she stopped at a store along the highway. A black man materialized next to her car window. "Job, boss, (I) work good, boss," he pleaded. "You give job."

    "What happened to your old job?" the expatriate white asked. The black man replied in the straightforward manner of his race: "We drove out the whites. No more jobs. You give job."

    At some level, my students understand the same thing. One day I asked the bored, black faces staring back at me. "What would happen if all the white people in America disappeared tomorrow?"

    "We screwed," a young, pitch-black boy screamed back. The rest of the blacks laughed.

    I have had children tell me to my face as they struggled with an assignment. "I cain't do dis," Mr. Jackson. "I black."

    The point is that human beings are not always rational. It is in the black man's interest to have whites in Zimbabwe but he drives them out and starves. Most whites do not think black Americans could ever do anything so irrational. They see blacks on television smiling, fighting evil whites, embodying white values. But the real black is not on television, and you pull your purse closer when you see him, and you lock the car doors when he swaggers by with his pants hanging down almost to his knees.

    For those of you with children, better a smaller house in a white district than a fancy one near a black school.

    I have been in parent-teacher conferences that broke my heart: the child pleading with his parents to take him out of school; the parents convinced their child's fears are groundless. If you love your child, show her you care -- not by giving her fancy vacations or a car, but making her innocent years safe and happy. Give her the gift of a not-heavily black school.
     
  2. Allene

    Allene Registered User

    I wouldn't want to be a teacher these days!
     
  3. Sierra Mike

    Sierra Mike The Dude Abides Staff Member

    My own take, growing up all over the country in the 1970s:

    In places like Cleveland and Akron, OH, and Garland, TX, this is exactly what went down. Blacks were more numerous in those places, and they were outright hostile. Violence and degradation were the watchwords they lived by.

    Littleton, CO, Westport, CT were cakewalks, as there were fewer blacks there (in Westport, which still bemoans its "lack of diversity" despite the presence of non-white residents, there were like five or six black kids in high school) and those that were there recognized that trying to start something would never be in their best interest.

    It was interesting to read the posting, but I'm saddened that Joseftu isn't here to take it in. His mental gyrations would have been most amusing to watch.

    Anyone else agree with a lot of this?
     
  4. Allene

    Allene Registered User

    I went to mostly all-white country schools until I finished high school. The university I went to had and still has a program that trains people from third world countries to be leaders in their own countries. They were mostly from Africa and very different from the kids in the OP. This was college life in 1961-1965.
     
  5. Sierra Mike

    Sierra Mike The Dude Abides Staff Member

    Blacks from Africa actually come over here with a work ethic. They think American blacks are lazy and stupid, and are amazed that the government will support them. Where they come from, they don't work, they starve.
     
  6. Allene

    Allene Registered User

    Yes, I have noticed that many times.

     
  7. hellball

    hellball New Member

    The author of this, and anyone who agrees with the ignorant, blind racism deserves to be lined up against a wall and shot. YOU ARE A FUCKING TEACHER, do the god-damn job and teach your fucking kids right from wrong if it need be. Only someone who is horribly inept at teaching can manage to miss, or miss use, all of the great teaching opportunities that you've been handed to teach these kids. No fucking wonder they wanted to get out of your class, no fucking wonder they could tell that you're a racist. If you couldn't figure that out just from reading the pile of ignorance that you wrote than you are truly a lost case and should never have been a teacher to begin with.
     
  8. Biker

    Biker Administrator Staff Member

    I wonder, how much experience in front of the classroom do you have?
     
  9. Copzilla

    Copzilla dangerous animal Staff Member

    LOL

    Truth stings when it's felt in it's brutal honesty, eh? We see the same reaction about O'Reilly's recent blast of the president, who calls for open, honest discussion of race issues.

    Hellball, here it is. Open, honest discussion of race issues. And of course, you don't like it. O'Reilly is right. You want to lecture people about what is and isn't, with no personal knowledge of what is and isn't. You don't want discussion.

    This teacher is telling you what is wrong. The breakdown of the black family unit - caused largely by government policies that reward bad behavior - has led to children being... well... simply NOT raised. I could say raised in broken homes, but I think there is a decided indifference toward the children in the first place, so I don't think they're actually being raised. They're completely feral.

    Is it so hard to believe? The very kid who was shot who instigated this entire conversation was coddled while being the very epitome of what this teacher was talking about; a criminal, a wannabe thug. He was caught with burglary tools and stolen jewelry, drugs, and this was glossed over in order to keep numbers low, and insure that you, Hellball can live in a world of denial. Where the teacher telling the truth is to blame.

    I would posit that BECAUSE of you, Trayvon is dead. If he had 1) been raised in a family not decimated by bad government practices, and 2) not been coddled for his criminal behavior, instead a legal intervention been implemented, he would be alive today.
     
  10. Copzilla

    Copzilla dangerous animal Staff Member

    By the way... How are you going to line any of us up and shoot us? Conservatives believe in guns, not liberals.
     
  11. Biker

    Biker Administrator Staff Member

    I think what Hellball is so upset about is that there are teachers who don't believe in brainwashing kids with visions of liberal utopia.
     
  12. rockotman

    rockotman Blown on the steel breeze

    I kept waiting for the :sarcasm-50: tag in his post.

    But it ain't there. :sad-49:
     
  13. Copzilla

    Copzilla dangerous animal Staff Member

    I think this teacher probably did believe in all those things, Biker. But it was driven out of him by hard reality.
     
  14. Jane Dougherty

    Jane Dougherty New Member

  15. ethics

    ethics Pomp-Dumpster Staff Member

    Why is he hiding?
     
  16. ethics

    ethics Pomp-Dumpster Staff Member


    This must be that open dialogue Obama spoke of the other day.
     
  17. Biker

    Biker Administrator Staff Member

    Yup. Notice they don't stick around for that "dialogue". Hit and run tactics, as usual, with a deep rooted fear of possibly learning a thing or two.

    I'll give 'em the weekend to come back before digging out the chainsaw.
     
  18. William

    William New Member

    because he's a teacher who nearly lost his job for making youtube videos critical of religion
     
  19. ethics

    ethics Pomp-Dumpster Staff Member

    What does religion have to do with this topic? Look, if you believe in something, come out and state it. Even if the ignorant call for your termination over some opinion, you will have 10,000 more supporters.

    But again, why is he hiding giving his opinion on this matter? Create another account on YouTube and fire away?

    For the record, he has some excellent points.
     
  20. William

    William New Member

    This "essay" is one of the most blatantly racist things I've ever seen.
    Either you're not a teacher at all but a racist lying and making shit up to support his bigotry, or you are the WORST teacher I've ever heard of and you're shifting the blame for YOUR professional failings onto your students because they're black and don't conform to the cultural standards you prefer.

    "Instead of calming down and waiting for a lull in the din to make their point -- something that occurs to even the dimmest white students -- blacks just tried to yell over each other" -- You just outright stated that black people are dumber than whites

    "The difference is that most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many blacks do not" -- First, bullshit. People speak as they do in the culture that surrounds them regardless of race, and many never speak any other way. Second, it's YOUR FUCKING JOB TO HELP THEM, SO FUCKING DO IT!

    "Once I took a call on my cell phone and had to step outside of class" -- if this story of yours is true, then you are a truly shitty teacher. I only ever had ONE teacher take a cell call, and it was because she was looking after her sickly and elderly mother and she had to leave because it was an emergency. No half-competent teacher leaves the classroom unsupervised, and certainly not to take a phone call.

    "Many black people, especially black women, are enormously fat. Some are so fat I had to arrange special seating to accommodate their bulk. I am not saying there are no fat white students -- there are -- but it is a matter of numbers and attitudes. Many black girls simply do not care that they are fat. There are plenty of white anorexics, but I have never met or heard of a black anorexic" -- First, you are generalizing MASSIVELY. Second, of course there's going to be more fat black girls than fat white girls in a PREDOMINANTLY BLACK SCHOOL. I also can't help but notice that you ignore the fact that black male teenagers tend to be more athletic than their white counterparts.

    Then you just randomly throw in this talk about welfare and social services and try to make the black kids look stupid while YOU would be the idiot in this scenario for not TEACHING THEM. It's pretty clear that you're conservative, yet instead of teaching impartially you just judge their views based on YOUR personal biases.

    "There is a level of conformity among blacks that whites would find hard to believe. They like one kind of music: rap. They will vote for one political party: Democrat. They dance one way, speak one way, are loud the same way, and fail their exams in the same way. Of course, there are exceptions but they are rare." -- This is another excellent indicator that you're just a racist asshole, because this is what racists do: they try to paint outgroups as monolithic and lacking in diversity while pointing out the diversity in their own group. The only thing you listed that has ANY merit is the fact that most black people who vote vote democrat.

    "How the world looks to blacks: One point on which all blacks agree is that everything is "racis'." This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely. Did you do your homework? "Na, homework racis'." Why did you get an F on the test? "Test racis'." -- First, thanks for making it clear that you're a conservative AND a shitty teacher. Second, you keep blithely ascribing everything you don't like or understand about these kids to their race while simultaneously painting them all as a monolithic bunch of idiots and thugs, and you're *surprised* that these kids are paranoid about racism?

    "My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the lens of their own blackness" -- this a legitimate issue for a lot of black people, but coming from your racist ass it's kind of ironic.

    "My black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants." -- much the same as the previous quote. It's simultaneously hilarious and sickening that you're trying to call attention to the harms of racism in an incredibly racist rant.

    "A majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it lightly. One black boy spoke up without raising his hand: "Dat no big deal. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun. Dey jus' wanna have a fun time; you know what I'm sayin'?" A few black heads nodded in agreement." -- and you took it seriously because. . .? It's pretty clear that you fail miserably at your job (if this story is even true) and the students have nothing but contempt for you, so why would you expect them all to take it seriously?

    "A black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her" -- and here's yet another fine example of racist overtones. You consistently describe black people as though they are a different species.

    "Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. It's uncanny" -- yet another bullshit stereotype. Seriously, you have to be one of the most racist human beings alive. I especially like how you're painting it so that white kids are always just the poor, unfortunate victims of those horrible blacks and their violent ways. Fuck you.

    "There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to violence" -- welcome to literally any public high school

    "Pregnancy was common among the blacks" -- another thing that has to do with POVERTY and not blackness, you dumbshit. Poor people tend to have little access to birth control and little sexual education, which means they are more likely to get pregnant. You also mentioned that this is in a southeastern state, where there generally even LESS sex ed and access to birth control.

    "How did my experiences make me feel about blacks? Ultimately, I lost sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There they were in an integrationist's fantasy--in the same classroom with white students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the same teachers--and yet the blacks fail while the whites pass." -- I have a hard time believing you were EVER sympathetic. Beyond that, thanks for making crystal clear just how big of a racist douchebag you really are.

    "It is what brings about endless, pointless innovation that is supposed to bring blacks up to the white level. The solution is more diversity--or put more generally, the solution is change. Change is an almost holy word in education, and you can fail a million times as long as you keep changing. That is why liberals keep revamping the curriculum and the way it is taught" -- yet another time where you state that whites are better than blacks AND another time when you attack liberalism. By the way, asswipe: when something isn't working, changing it is kind of necessary to MAKE it work.

    "Whites have learned a certain way for centuries but it just doesn't work with blacks. Of course, this implies racial differences but if pressed, most liberal teachers would say different racial learning styles come from some indefinable cultural characteristic unique to blacks" -- first, the system works for WEALTHY PEOPLE. Poor people tend to be screwed by the current educational system. Second, the differences ARE cultural, otherwise you wouldn't have well-off suburban black students doing just as well as their white counterparts!

    "Many white students possess a certain innocence; their cheeks still blush. Try as I might, I could not get the blacks to care one bit about Beethoven or Sherman's march to the sea, or Tyrtaeus, or Oswald Spengler, or even liberals like John Rawls, or their own history. They cared about nothing I tried to teach them" -- more racist bullshit about how innocent and wonderful white students are and yet another glaring example of how you suck at your job. YOU have get them engaged, YOU have to make them care. And I'm guessing this racist attitude probably came across to the students, so OF COURSE THEY DON'T CARE! They're being taught by a racist asshole, why should they?

    "Blacks break down the intimacy that can be achieved in the classroom, and leave you convinced that that intimacy is really a form of kinship. Without intending to, they destroy what is most beautiful--whether it be your belief in human equality, your daughter's innocence, or even the state of the hallway." -- did you write this right after your last Klan rally? Seriously, fuck you.

    "Even if teachers could inculcate this milquetoast ideology into whites, liberalism is doomed because so many non-whites are not receptive to education of any kind beyond the merest basics." -- SWEET FUCKING SHIT, give it a rest. Yeah, we get it: you're a right-wing asshat that doesn't like non-whites and thinks whites are better than everyone else.

    ""What happened to your old job?" the expatriate white asked. The black man replied in the straightforward manner of his race: "We drove out the whites. No more jobs. You give job."" -- this is what I'm talking about: you attribute EVERYTHING to their race AND you extol whites as fucking paragons! Never mind the horrendous things that the racist white government of Rhodesia did to the black majority, never mind the fact that the entire state was based on racial discrimination against blacks, or that their economy was circling the drain BEFORE they threw out the old racist government -- black people just can't manage themselves without white people!

    "I have been in parent-teacher conferences that broke my heart: the child pleading with his parents to take him out of school; the parents convinced their child's fears are groundless. If you love your child, show her you care -- not by giving her fancy vacations or a car, but making her innocent years safe and happy. Give her the gift of a not-heavily black school." -- ah, this old racist classic; "think of the children! don't let them be around those horrible blacks!"

    Like I said before, I think you're actually a liar and you've never been a teacher. I find it more likely that you're just some white supremacist redneck cousin-fucker who made this shit up as an excuse to piss on black people and extol the virtues of the white race. The alternative is, of course, that you are a horrendously racist and pathetic excuse for a teacher whose every action *screams* his incompetence and who took one look at his students and when they weren't ALREADY knowledgeable about the subjects he taught and weren't sufficiently motivated to be model students he just threw up his hands and said "they're black, therefore they are beyond help" instead of doing his job and TEACHING THEM. This isn't an "open and honest discussion about race" this your personal bigoted diatribe against black people.
     

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