Ed Reform it's not about children, it's about oppression

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The face of American Education Reform:
It’s not about education reform,
It's not about justice and equity,
It's not about children,
It's not about teachers,
It's not about parents,
It's not about empowering local schools,
It's not about caring,
It's not about creativity and innovation,
It's not about what is best for our public schools,
It's about power, money and influence. 


It was never about lifting the children of working class Americans,
It was never about raising test scores,
It was never about twenty first century skills, 
It was never about liberty and justice for all,
It was never about America,
It was never about Blue and Red States,
It was never about saving our public schools,
It was never about you, your children, or your local public school. 

It's about the wealthy, the powerful, and the connected. 
It's about preparing generations of quiet little obedience low wage workers, 
It's about the miseducation of poor and middle class children, 
It's about power,
It's about money,
It's about control,
It about oppression, 
It's about profiteering and maintaining a status quo of injustice and inequity,
It's about a prison to school pipeline,
It's about an end to unions,
It's about an end to the middle class, 
It's about a future America with two classes one poor and one wealthy. 

It's about growing student loan debt,
It's about bankruptcy and debt for everyday Americans,
It's about the wealthy never paying their fair share,
It's about children suffering, 
It's about demoralizing teachers,
It's about destroying local control, 
It's about the end of public education.

It's about time everyone started marching,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner

If you like to know what this Walking Man is listening to on his walk today....It all "Stop This Madness" by Dudley aka Origin....> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVPeTZDYTco <

Get your marching feet on for July 8, 2016 in DC at the Lincoln Memorial. 

Humanity, Empathy & Kindness not for Black, Brown & Poor children. If I had a hammer..

Franklin D. Roosevelt said: "Human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the fiber of a free people. A nation does not have to be cruel to be tough." 

Who are these education reformers selling grit and rigor to Black, Brown and Poor communities? They are billionaires, hedge fund managers, and millionaires seeking to profit off the children of the poor. People whose children attend expensive elite private schools. People whose children would never ever attend inner city or rural poor public schools. In other words, people whose only stake in our local public education is they want to control and profit off our public schools.
I reject any notion that human kindness, empathy, and humanity have no place in the education of Black, Brown, and Poor children.  Michelle Alexander warns us about a school to prison pipeline system of public education for children of color.  I see public schools lacking humanity, empathy and kindness as preparation centers for our nation's prisons. Preparations centers for dehumanizing, demoralizing, labeling, tracking, and destroying hope for poor children, their teachers and their public schools. 
I reject a nation where the children of the wealthy, the powerful and the connected:
Get small class sizes, 
Access to the services their children need, 
Fully staffed beautiful school libraries,
Art and music rich Curriculums,
Numerous sports and after school activities, 
Gifted and talented programs.
While Black, Brown, and Poor children get:
Large class sizes,
Grit,
Rigor,
And metal detectors in their schools.
Edward Everett Hale said: "I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do."
Every tidal wave can trace it's origins to that first drop of rain that fell. I become we, we becomes us, and us becomes that tidal wave of change.
We can speak out,
We can make a sign,
We can walk,
We can sit in,
We can block an entrance,
We can march against inequity,
We can march against in justice,
We can become that tidal wave for humanity, empathy, and kindness for all children.
Trust me, we can shut down a public schools system without humanity, empathy, and kindness for Black, Brown and Poor Children. 

Our July 8, 2016 rally and march demands humanity for all our children.
Our July 9, 2016 Activist Conference prepares parents, students and teachers to take back our public schools.
Our July 10, 2016 Coalition Summit helps people to put this struggle front and center back home. Humanity, empathy, kindness for some is unacceptable,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner
If you like to know what this Walking Man is listening on his walk this morning it's Peter, Paul and Mary..."If I had a Hammer" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKgm9ARmOMM

These hands work the soil of his moral garden

When I was a young boy I remember working in my grandfather's garden. We live in an urban tenement building with out a yard or garden. My garden was a concrete garden. His was a real garden of rich deep soil. He was a man of peace who went to that war to end all wars in 1916. He wept walking those Green Fields of France. He knelt and prayed there at the white cross of his best friend who he left behind there. He prayed and thanked God for surviving before returning to his wife and child back in America. He made his living with his hands by day, read by night, and prayed every single day of his life. He was a good man who somehow managed to buy a big house with a garden.

At Grandad's house we had grass, tomatoes, lettuce, zucchini, pumpkins, herbs and flowers. He loved working in his garden.

My grandfather left school at the age of 8, but he never left learning. He was the most read man I have ever met. His library was bigger than anyone's personal library I have ever met. Books, tools, and gardening was his heaven.

His garden was:

His church,

His university,

His concert hall,

His dance floor,

His sanuaury,

His loving work,

Whenever we visited him in summer it was where he spent his days.

He would invite me every time to come play in his garden of love.

I might say it's hot out here. He would say put on your baseball gap and get down here and help me weed my garden. Before long I forget the heat as he sang those old Woody Guthrie Folk songs.

" Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,

Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.

California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;

But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot

If you ain't got the do re mi.

You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,

Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,

Better take this little tip from me."

I loved singing, digging, weeding, and dreaming my life away with him in that little garden. He would always grab my hands and put a bunch of soul in them. He would smile and say some fools call this dirt, but this is the Lord's soil. Feel it's richness and hold it's promise. Gold can't feed you, but soil will. He would say this is the work. The good work, the stuff that pleases the Lord. Learn to love the good work little Jess.

He was my teacher, my best friend, the father who I never had. He was my garden. As we worked that garden he would talk about Plato, Socrates, act out whole Shakespeare plays, reenact every story the bible held, he always ended talking about Dr. Martin Luther King. He loved Martin dearly. He would drive 400 miles to see Dr. King in August 63, and bring his garden partner little Jess along for the ride. The ride was more than a ride, and that March on Washington was more than a march. It was something bigger than the two of us. That ride was his way ensuring that the grandson named after him was planted in good moral soil. 

I am already working our garden, love doing the work and love the soil. I follow his routine faithfully, work by day, read by night, and pray everyday. I am his boy, his namesake, his soil, and together our garden still grows strong.

On July 8th Carolyn my wife and gardening partner will drive 400 miles to the Lincoln Memorial in DC for the Peoples March for Public Education and Social Justice. I'll stand in the same place I stood with him 53 years ago. I plan on looking up and saying thank you Grandad for planting me in good soil. Say hello to Martin for me. Tell Dr. King that I heard the dream, and work it every day. Say hello to Grandma and Mom for me. Tell them their boy loves the soil, loves the garden, loves prayer, and loves being a good husband, a good father, a good teacher, and loves working that soil in the garden of justice.

Love,

Little Jess

If you want to listen to the song I listened to this morning as I watered the garden... It's Woody Guthrie "I ain't got no home"
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