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Monday, June 20, 2016

Good Samaritans coming...there goes the neigborhood

Bishop Selders on the left, Rev Pawelek in the middle and Dr. Helen Koulidobrova at our 6/9/16 TEDxCCSU Salon Equity Now 
Image from Detroit where the very soul of our humanity and decency is being crushed

My fellow Good Samaritan Sisters in this struggle for equity and justice in our public schools 


The truth that lifts me up everyday 

The longer I find myself engaged in the struggle to bring equity and justice to our public schools the more I find myself returning to the words of Dr. Martin Luther King. In Dr. King's last sermon: "The Good Samaritan or I had a sneezed" Dr. King reverses the Good Samaritan parable question the Levite asked when considering if he stopped to help a man in need on the road, What happens to me if I stop to help this man what will happen to me". Martin points out the difference in the way the Samaritan changes the question around "'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"  https://www.wyzant.com/resources/lessons/history/hpol/mlk/goodsamaritan

Like the Levite for decades I pass by the many in need, because I could not see the greater good outside my own classroom. I could not see outside my own personal world. My personal journey meant reversing the question to that Samaritan stance began by stepping out my PhD theoretical stances, and it required me to stepping out of the comfortable political stances I had come to occupy as well. It require assuming a moral stance. You are either in for justice all the way or not. 

In 2010 I jumped all in for justice. I began my first walk to Washington DC for justice in our public schools by listening to Martin's last sermon. In 2010 I reverse the question, and stopped being a Levite, and became a Good Samaritan. It is no longer what will happen to the children in my classroom. It became... what will happens to children, teachers and public schools suffering equity and injustice everywhere? 

How does one join those Good Samaritans?
Teaching has always been a struggle for those who teach in poor communities. 49 states spend more money on their wealthy schools than their poor schools., (Education Week 2015 Quality Counts Report). Politicians always settle for less, and the courts have always had to intervene for equity.  The system has been weighted against Black, Brown, and Poor Children since the very first public schools opened. I turned 61 on June 11. I have been teaching, learning, and growing for decades. For most of my teaching career I fought my battles solely at the classroom level, through my professional organizations, and at the state policy making level. In many ways I was as Dr. King would say a Levite. I stood secure at the my students, my classroom, and my school level. However outside my school doors I passed over the many suffering inequity and injustice in our public schools. I talked about my class, my work, and my scholarship. I avoided deep discussions beyond what "I" did level. 

The only place I made a genuine different was in my classroom. Professional organizations, policy makers, and legislators rather chase elusive data points rather than draw a line in the sand on equity. You really can't measure any education reform without having a level playing field. You will always end up comparing schools with more against those with less. I knew this from the day I enter my first classroom. How does a teacher committed to justice and equity in our public schools become a Samaritan? You step outside your "I" box. You see the bigger picture. You must risk it all. With justice you can't be half in. You can't say to young children justice for you is coming some day. Be patient if it misses you maybe justice will catch your children.  

How does one teach in a system of inequity without being another chain link of injustice? How does a social justice minded teacher teach in a unjust system? You step outside the Levite box? You begin see the larger picture. You come to understand you need to fight two battles at the same time. You not only have to fight for the children in your classroom, but for those in every classroom. Fighting the battle outside takes you outside your teacher safe/comfort zones. 

My comfort zone is I am a Star Fish Teacher. The Star Fish story talks about a young boy walking on the beach after a storm where thousands of Star Fish are washed up on the beach. An old man finds a boy throwing Star Fish back into the ocean to save them. The old man tells the boy you are wasting your time. You can't save them all. The boy picks up another to throw back, and tells the old man it's make a difference to this one.
I have always been a Star Fish teacher, and when I made the shift from teaching at the public school level to the university. I became a Star Fish Teacher recruiter. I have always fought the good fight, and always save one child at a time, and tried to change an inequitable and unjust system from within. On Sundays at service I always asked for forgiveness for not being able to do more. I have never felt one Star Fish at a time is a ticket into heaven.

Over the years, I learned to live with the disappointments of legislators, policy makers and courts determined not to right inequity, but to sustain an unjust public education system. Politician talk equity, but write legislation rooted in inequity. Policy makers talk equity, but write ways around it. Courts rule on it, but always compromise on it. A system so deeply rooted in Black, Brown, and Poor children attending schools that decades ago Jonathan Kozol Labeled our schools places of "Savage Inequalities".
It hard to fight on two fronts. One fight always gets more than the other. The classroom side is the place I always gave more to the fight. I am a Star Fish Teacher after all. I learned to make every second in the classroom pay off. I became comfortable fighting there. It was my Levite safe zone. These days it has become too hard to teach in a climate where bureaucrats have turned teaching and learning into a numbers game without empathy and humanity. Politicians and policy makers are bent on privatizing our public schools. It pays off nicely in campaign contributions for them.   

I came to accept the world outside my four walls was inequitable and unjust, but inside my classroom walls justice ruled. It was enough until No Child Left Behind came along, and turned children into test scores, and schools and teachers into the enemy. 

Then came "Race To The Top" not only did poor schools have to deal with inequity, but now had to compete with each other for limited resources. Race To The Top turned choice into a lottery of losers and winners, and blamed Black, Brown, and Poor children for not having enough grit to deal with inequity and injustice.
From 2002 to 2008 I watched the data point to their every single NCLB Ed Reform fail. In 2008 I hoped for change, and by 2010 Secretary Duncan gave us the double down on testing, grit, rigor, and I watched my Star Fish teachers begin to fall one by one. We Levite teachers were no longer safe on the road. The system standardized stranding children, teachers, and local schools on the beach far from the oceans they needed to strive. Public Education became even more deeply rooted in inequity and injustice. Equity will never happen through forcing poor schools to compete against each other for grants, resources, and funding.
In 2010 I decided fighting on the classroom level was not enough. I needed to step up the fight outside the classroom. I decided the struggle outside my classroom would be to help inform, educate, and move the public to action. I would use my body as well as my words. So I began walking to Washington DC in 2010. On my 40-day journey I met parents, teachers, and students who felt victimized by a public school system that demoralized and dehumanized them.  
I marched with SOS in 2011, because it informed, educated and move teachers, parents and students to action.
I started going to the Education Summit at the Selma Jubilee in Alabama, because public education is Civil Rights. In Selma people understand poverty, public education, voting rights, inequity, and injustice are all part of Racism. In Selma people know how to fight injustice. It's in their blood, and I needed to learn from that blood. In Selma people throw their bodies into the struggle.
In Selma I would become part of Moral Mondays. I would learn you can't fight the battle outside the classroom without putting my body in the streets.
Along the way I joined SOS, BATs, and UOO, and any other group willing to put their bodies into the struggle.
In 2015 I threw my body into walking again. I joined Moral Monday CT and Black Lives Matter as well. I began fighting on two fronts on harder. I save my Star Fish one at a time at the classroom level, and fought to save them all on the streets. 

I have found a brotherhood and sisterhood of people ready to take this struggle for justice and equity into the streets. I came to understand this battle better from reading Connecticut Moral Monday activist and friend Unitarian Universal Rev Josh Pawelek sermon about his Moral Mondays and Black Lives activist stance.
 "
Social justice movements need our bodies as much—or more—than they need our words. As one who’s invested much in the talk of social justice, it was hard for me to transition to body-based struggle. I’ve named that from this pulpit a number of times. I’ve always been affirmed for using words. Would embodied struggle receive the same affirmation? But what a difference it has made for me to say nothing with my mouth and everything with my body, to stand in a street blocking traffic because Black Lives Matter, to spend an evening in jail. And how much more powerful the words that finally do come when the mind speaks what the body knows."
I have learned that this struggle is bigger than being a Star Fisher saver, it's needs bodies marching, blocking streets, and occupying those legislative bodies that sustain this inequitable and injustice public school system. As I arrived after 40 days of walking to the BAT March On Washington in Washington DC last July our legislators and President Obama signed into law Every Student Succeeds Act, (ESSA). A bait and switch piece of legislation that maintains high stakes testing, rigor, grit, and continues to force poor schools to compete against each other in an inequitable and unjust system. The bait and switch we are maintaining testing and competition is equity, but taking away Federal control, and putting it all in the hands of those 49 governors spending more on their wealthy schools than their poor ones. In other words, the foxes are now in control of the hen houses.

I am still a Star Fish Teacher, but I am using my body in the struggle for equity and justice not only in our schools, but everywhere. Now I am walking for justice and equity in our schools and outside them as well. Some people call my actions naive and radical. But, like Bernie Sanders I see nothing naive or radical about using my words and my body to stand up for equity and justice. My teaching methods and theory cannot win this battle. They can help me save some, but not all. I want to save all not some. As Rev Pawelek said "How much more powerful the words that finally do come when the mind speaks what the body knows" I save Star Fish one at a time in my classroom, my minds speaks truth to power, my feet and my body fight the battle outside my classroom door. Outside the classroom door my "Mind Speaks what the body knows"
I am calling every student, parent, teacher, and activist to come let your minds speak what your bodies know. Equity and justice is calling every American to the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC on July 8. Justice requires not only our words, but our bodies. See the greater good, see not just those in front of you, but see all our children in our public schools. On Sundays at service I still ask God for forgiveness, and to help me do more. I am still far-far from that ticket to heaven. Although my words and my body are now in the struggle for equity and justice for all children. 
Calling all Good Samaritans everywhere, come join our march for public education and social justice, come speak your mind, and put you body into the struggle,
Jesse The Walking Turner

    
Good Samaritans coming DC there goes the neighborhood. If you are wondering what song this walking for justice man is listening to on his walk today...Its "There goes the neighborhood" by Bhi Bhiman.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5cEvYltgSg


Saturday, June 18, 2016

Little Boxes NO MORE!


The story goes that as Malvina Reynolds drove down that California Peninsula from Berkley through San Francisco and Daily City to La Honda she said Bud: “take the wheel. I feel a song coming on.” That coming on song was Little Boxes". What did she see? Leaving Berkley, she saw conformity at every turn. In my humble opinion she saw childhood fading away. A lost of that American tapestry of individualism, uniqueness, and an American magic that holds to who people were, were they came from, and the excitement of the new treads they bring to that amazingly unique and beautiful tapestry of a nation that was always becoming America.
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
Malvina past away in 1978, she was a real folk singer, Flower Child, an activist who believed in the power of song to wake people up and bring change to a world in need of change. 
What would she think of an America that forced teachers to teach to the test?
She would think little boxes!
What would she think of an America that forces children to learn the exact same things?
She would think little boxes!
What would she think of education reform policies that claim rigor and grit are what children need?
She would think little boxes!
What would she think of a nation that puts standardized testing before art, music and Play?
Sick little boxes!
What would she think of an America that seeks to corporatize its public schools?
Sick Greedy Little boxes! 
What would she think of an America that measures childhood through test scores not joy, not imagination, or uniqueness of our children? 
Sad Little boxes! 
What would she think of an America that so fears being unique?

Not America! 
What would she think of American leaders so afraid of the future they are willing to turn childhood in an assembly line of conformity?
Not America!
Who are these people who fear our uniqueness?
Sick Little boxes!
Who are these people who fear imagination?

Sick Little boxes!
Who fear difference?

Pathetic sick Little boxes!
Who fear celebrating that beautiful American tapestry always moving and always becoming?

Cowardly Little boxes! 
My thinking is she would say Little 1984 boxes, Little Animal Farm boxes, and Little Fahrenheit 451 boxes,
Her tears would fill every ocean,
Her fears would ring every bell in the land,
Her feet would be marching to the Lincoln Memorial in DC for the Peoples March for Public Education and Social Justice,
Her voice would be singing all the way from California to DC, 

Little Boxes, 
Little Boxes,
No More.
Calling all parents, students, teachers, and activists to join our no more boxes revolution.
On July 8 2016 I will be marching and singing Little Boxes, Little Boxes, No More.
Where is this No More Little Boxes March?
You'll find us at that sacred place where Dr. Martin Luther King call a nation to dream.
Where will you be America?
This Walking Man will be in DC, chanting "No More Little Boxes, and marching with his brothers and sisters fighting education reforms that robbed children of their uniqueness, individuality, imagination, and diversity.
Still marching,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner


People you should not even have to wonder what this Walking Man is listening to on his walk this morning....It's Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds... 

Friday, June 17, 2016

Survivors wanted



Stay,

One of my favorite students is leaving teaching today. She emptied her heart, emptied that beautiful soul, gave her children everything she had. The inhumanity of test and punish education reforms took a heavy toll on her heart too big for this see the score not the child education system. So we talked, we cried, and we understood nothing would ever be the same between us. She said I just can't take the test score bullying from administrators another day.  She talked about the Peoples March for Public Education and Social Justice. She is going, but she just can't teach any longer.

 Then she finally she said her biggest fear:
"Please don't hate me? Don't think less of me Dr. Turner,"
Then that ocean of tears released from a broken teacher flowed out. One of my own a thousand miles away, and no way to reach out and hold her.

"How could I think less of you?  

You gave 15 years of your soul to other people's children.  
You who created safe beautiful places for children to learn and grow in this age of children are test scores.
I could never hate you
I no more hate you, than I hate the early morning chorus of birds singing wake up Walking Boy.
You inspire me, lift me, and leave me with endless hope.
We all give what we can, it's not how long we stay it's how much we give.
I understand you must leave. you have given more than you had to give.  You have exhausted all that you have.
I want you to rekindle your fire to do good.
There are many ways to bring empathy and humanity into this world.
Teaching is only one.
Now I am asking you take some of that humanity and empathy you gave so freely to others, and give it to yourself.
Go walk in the sun, dance a little, and rest."
"I am  so sorry sir,
Who takes my place?
Who'll be there in September?"

There will be another.
No more crying,
Be proud of 15 years of selfless giving,
15 years of service to America's most needy children,
Pick up your head,
Stand strong,
Be proud,
Now, go walk into a new and better day,
Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you."

Who will take her place?

So here I stand at 61, wondering who will take all the places of the exhausted, the beaten down, and the broken. In Night Elie Wiesel writes in " Night" about the words of the prisoner in charge of his bunk on his first night in Auschwitz death camp.  
“There's a long road of suffering ahead of you. But don't lose courage. You've already escaped the gravest danger: selection. So now, muster your strength, and don't lose heart. We shall all see the day of liberation. Have faith in life. Above all else, have faith. Drive out despair, and you will keep death away from yourselves. Hell is not for eternity. And now, a prayer - or rather, a piece of advice: let there be comradeship among you. We are all brothers, and we are all suffering the same fate. The same smoke floats over all our heads. Help one another. It is the only way to survive.”
There is no comparison between the holocaust. But, at 61 I find hope in the works of Elie. He offers us humanity, he reminds us to muster our strength, not to lose courage, don't lose heart, and most of all we are brothers and sisters under the same smoke. Take care of each other. I don't know who will take her place, but I shall be her brother and his brother. 

Liberation from this evil that treats our public schools, children and our teachers like private piggy banks is coming to an end.
I do not know the day.
I can't give you the hour.
Know this one truth,
Justice is coming.


Wiesel said: 
“There is divine beauty in learning... To learn means to accept the postulate that life did not begin at my birth. Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you.” 

I am a survivor, and so are you, and more survivors arrive everyday.
Justice is coming,
Someone is coming to take her place,
We are the sum total of the experiences and quests of all those educators for justice who came before us.
Wanted brothers and sisters of justice,
Wanted survivors.
Not ready to walk away,
Jesse The Walking Turner

If you want to know what this Walking Man crying is listening to today...it's Van Morrison and the Chieftains Irish Heart Beat "Stay A While With Your Own Ones"  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyK6f9NZXdw