Children are not failing you are failing them!

An interesting conversation, I had last week with an Ed Consultant sharing Connecticut Smarter Balance Test Scores "I am tired of the evil eye looks from teachers at my PDs. I am only sharing the data that shows children are failing. They need to get over it and start doing something different."

My reply: Perhaps they are wondering when policymakers, CEOs, and legislators are going to catch on, It is not the children who are failing. It is 20 years of your policies that are failing! Maybe those eyes are wondering you are going to give up on those old and failing policies. Perhaps we are all wondering when you realize your status quo is failing our children.
 

Maybe our nation's policymakers need to get over it and start doing something different. Perhaps giving teachers in Black and Brown schools the same resources and supports they give to those White Affluent schools?

Not one of us should be satisfied in a system that gives more to wealthy schools than to poor schools.

For 170 plus years the data has shown wealthy schools not only score higher on standardized tests, but they are funded better. Big Hint America, Black and Brown children are not falling through the cracks, inequity is pushing them through your immoral status quo cracks. 

I have often wondered what would happen if we switched this status quo funding around.
What if we gave Black, Brown, and Poor schools all the bells and whistles?
What if we flooded poor schools with art, music, librarians, social workers, counselors, play, and project-based learning?

What would happen if we took away recess, Physical education, art, music, librarians, counselors, and project learning from wealthy White Schools?
Switch it around, and let us see whose scores would be rising, and which children would be having behavioral issues.
But, better yet do the right thing. Give every school the resources and supports needed to reach all children.

Equity is not some children get more, and others less.
Equity is not school choice policies that demand poor schools compete against each other for limited resources. You can't blame children, parents, teachers, and public schools for this School To Prison Pipeline endorse and supported by our courts, our legislators, and racists for 170 years and counting.

Equity is giving every child what they need to succeed. I have not met policymakers fighting for genuine equity. It always ends being about test scores and standards without equity.

Any education system that gives more to some, and less to others. Is IMMORAL and CORRUPT.

If you are not fighting it, then you are part of the problem,

Dr. Jesse P. Turner Education Ambassador Moral Monday Connecticut 

If you like to listen to the song that inspired my morning walk today its Cosby, Still, and Nash cover of Teach Your Children by Play for Change https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZIx55cFf-o

Teachers Don't Believe The Hype

Teachers don't believe the hype!

Some days,
I can't see hope,

Some days,
I can't feel hope,

Some days,
I can't even walk.

On those days, I think about

These policymakers, CEOs, and Education Deformers trying to convince teachers that we need more rigor, grit, tougher standards, and testing to help the children we teach.

Do not be fooled, teachers who make a different lead with love, compassion, and humanity, not grit.

On these days,

I get up,

Get out of bed,

And I think of the children and teachers I work with.

They lift me,

They inspire,

They compel me to bring humanity into my classroom.

Today is not one of those days without hope.

Today I shall begin reflecting on Leo Tolstoy's Short Story "Three Questions"

There was a king who wanted to be good. It occurred to that king who wanted to be good,
He needed to know the answer to three questions:

A good king needs to know what is the right time,

Needs to know who were the right people to listen to, and above all,

Know what is the most important thing to do,

Such a king would be wise, just, and would always make the right decision.

Tolstoy reminds me as long as I understand that teaching is about

1. Knowing the right time is when we are next to the ones we teach, 

2. Caring enough to deeply listen to the ones next to us,

3. The most important thing to do is always do the right thing for the ones we teach.

Tolstoy reminds Me,

I am a teacher,

Teachers are never hopeless,

Teachers need the right questions much more than they need the answers.

Today, I shall reject the hype of standards and testing will save our children,

I shall teach with the only standards that have ever really mattered in the classroom,

Hope,

Love, and

Humanity.

Now, I am ready to teach,

Dr. Jesse P. Turner
Moral Monday Connecticut Education Ambassador

I teach children, not data! 

If you want to know what song inspired my morning walk today...its Barry Lane "More Than A Number" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_Vf8cwTWRY

Their eyes were watching God: one small narrative of hope in the darkness.

Zora Neale Hurston wrote in "Their Eyes Were Watching God:

“It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”

I have no real power, I do not know any Billionaires or CEOs. I have never dined with governors, senators, members of congress, or presidents. I live in an America where wealth and power are constantly giving more, and the poor are beaten down. Treated as if their poverty was their choice. I reject the notion that poverty is a choice. These are endless tax breaks for billionaires while neglecting to lift our sisters and brothers living in poverty. This is our nation's choice. I am a member of Moral Mondays, part of the Poor Peoples Campaign because I reject this American choice.  In my view, my nation is waging war on the poor, CEO and Wall Street are profiting off our poor, and our nation's leaders conveniently turn their heads away. My role is a small one at best. I shall not turn away, and I will carry truth everywhere I go.

In this war of hurt and pain for so many homeless human beings, in this time of hopelessness for many. I have little to offer, but my simple narrative of truth and hope.

My mother and I were homeless for two years, we slept where we could. On good days we could afford a bed at one of the single occupancy hotels, on others we made a wood bench our home, sometimes my mother would have me sleep at one of her friend's houses. She worked six days a week as a waitress. We became homeless to escape domestic violence. She stayed too long, paid too high a price because she knew we had nowhere to go. None of what happened to us was a choice, even eventually leaving. You see he left us, not us him.

I went to school not to learn, but to stay warm, dry, and out of trouble. I went to the library every day it was open for the same reason. I went for a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies from a kind librarian who knew why I came. My grades suffered during this time, but one teacher made sure I had gloves, a hat, a coat, and shared his lunch with me for a whole school year. I did not go to the library to read. I went to stay warm, dry, and for that cup of hot chocolate, and a couple of cookies. I did not go to school to learn. I went to stay, warm, dry, and for a sandwich from Monday to Friday.

While reading and learning were not my goals for going to the library and schools. Reading became my lifeline, and learning became the one good thing my mother and I could share each night sitting on that wood bench at the train station.

So, on Saturday I have no real gifts or no magical solutions. All I have is my narrative of hope, it is not much, but it what I share carry with me this Saturday.

This narrative of trauma laid buried and denied for 50 years. I have only recently been able to share it publicly. Trust me sharing it does not make me feel better. Something in my heart tells me that sharing it gives might give hope to someone. Then I shall bring this offering of pain, truth, and hope on Saturday to South Windsor.

If sharing my narrative helps just one librarian, just one teacher to know that their humanity could lift a child in their darkest times. Then I shall open my heart hoping beyond all hope that my narrative of sorrow and hope helps to lift one mother, one child, and open all our hearts to understand no one chooses poverty. However, an America that continues to give breaks to the wealthy, the powerful, and the connected without lifting our poorest out of poverty makes an immoral choice.

There is this Guadalupe candle that burns in my heart and in our kitchen. I have no power, I am not a rich man, but my eyes are watching God. My prayer is my one constant plead. Lady rain down your flowers, open our hearts and ask God to help all those in need.

Hate runs deep in America's DNA; my only weapon is this small truth I carry with me.

Young Tiernan, I shall come on Saturday to your gathering at Hartford Bags Of Love in South Windsor Connecticut.
I shall bring my small truth with all the love my heart holds,

Jesse The Walking Man Turner



If you like to listen to the song that inspired my walk this morning...its Foy Vance singing "Burden" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9OYW4JBWXI 

"Let me carry your burden

If something's not right I will let you know

Like the paint that's drying on a heart that's poor

Let me carry your burden

Get you back on a high when you're feeling low

When the weight is too heavy but you won't let go."