One of the writing projects I have in my “semi-active” file
is a young adult novel set in Baltimore.
Recent events there have dragged it to the forefront of my
mind.
For several years, I taught special education in Baltimore
City public schools. One of my assignments was
The school was the nicest building in the neighborhood. |
We took frequent field trips. Some of them were to places
like the Inner Harbor, but most were to neighborhood resources, like Mondawmin
Mall and the local library. We used public transportation, since we were trying
to equip our students to navigate their world.
The area was devastated in the recent rioting.
When I think about what those kids had to deal with, I can
see how despair develops. So few of them had living situations we would call
reasonable. One girl lived with her great-great grandmother. Another slept in a
closet she could lock from the inside to keep away from her father’s friends,
who were often drunk or high. One foster parent told me she wasn’t really
interested in anything we had to tell her, since she was intending to “send
back” the foster child as soon as her car loan was paid off.
Much of the housing is abandoned or substandard. |
Very discouraging were our discussions of preparing for the
future.
The self-esteem movement was in full swing at the time, and the way it
was being applied at our school emphasized how wonderful and unique and
entitled each child was, with awards and ceremonies and cheerleading, but
little or no effort to show them how to earn any self-esteem. We were not
permitted to try to add a dash of reality—if a child with an IQ of 65 announced
he wanted to be an architect, we were to support that, instead of investigating
more appropriate possibilities. Many of the boys planned to be professional athletes. No one told them how the odds were stacked against them.
No thought that respect was to be earned.
So much of what the kids felt they should have, but didn’t,
was drawn from TV. They simply did not believe that most people don’t live in
luxurious single family mansions, expensively furnished and with several
high-priced cars in the garage. They just knew they didn’t have that, saw no
way to get it, and were frustrated and angry at being denied what they thought
everyone else got easily.
Some of the life skill discussions came to a dead end
because they didn’t understand how things operate. They didn’t realize that
most people worked for their money—indeed, they saw little correlation between
work and money—and thought credit cards entitled people to get things without
paying money for them.
Several small stores were opened in the neighborhood by
Asian immigrants. My fellow teachers were sure that “the government” financed
their startups, refusing to believe in the self-help coops the groups had
formed, where they would all work to finance a tiny grocery store, then move on
to a dry cleaners. Of course, the teachers spread this misinformation to the
students, who then felt even more deprived.
Probably the saddest conversations, though, centered around
what the students might do in the future. So many of them—especially the
boys—spoke in terms of “If I grow up…” rather than “When I grow up…”
Every week brought news of another young man killed by
gunfire, overdose or accident.
I continued to teach special education to the same type of
students when I transferred out of the city, but in high school. The students had many
of the same challenges, but they were not as immersed in the self-esteem
models, and they realized they could have a future if they would work for it. A
big part of my job was job preparation and placement in the last year or two of
high school. As soon as he turned 18, one kid went to work as a paid intern on
an HVAC crew. He proudly brought in his first paycheck, and he was on track to
earn more than I did that year. Another, who had social interaction problems,
got a position pulling parts in a salvage yard, where he didn’t have to
deal with the public. One girl, a mother at age sixteen, got a private grant
to go to cosmetology school. She was determined to translate that opportunity
into a future for herself and her child.
I don’t know if there is a solution, or if there is, what it
might be, for our angry, despairing inner city youth.
But I do know that young
people who don’t see how they can succeed will end up being perfect examples of self-fulfilling prophesies.
My young adult novel may be too depressing to finish. Or to
market if I ever do.
Do you have any ideas for how to address the situation?
I wish I did knew a magic bullet, but I do not. Kids will seek out role models. Society needs to provide appropriate, positive ones, otherwise the kids will choose ones on their own that will generally not be what they need to make a big positive change in their lives.
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Sadly, I have no solution. I worked with similar kids. I found that even average basketball and football players thought they could play professional sports.
ReplyDelete"If I grow up" is the saddest thing. I think you should be honest with your project. Maybe it will raise awareness. Solutions are complex and elusive.
ReplyDeleteLike any change that must occur, it must start from within. We are perverse creatures. When changes are forced upon us, we rebel even knowing the changes will be good for us. Somehow education must be seen as a cool part of the culture. Overcoming the hip-hop, gansta, or whatever the vernacular depending on the era, culture is nearly impossible.
ReplyDeleteKathleen, the most shocking thing in your essay is that some of the teachers believed something so patently false. It shows how deeply embedded beliefs can be.
ReplyDeleteMoney doesn't seem to be the answer - so much has been spent with little result. I wish I had some answers.
Keep working on your project. Harriet Beecher Stowe probably didn't think she had the answers, but her book helped turn the tide against slavery in the US. Art reaches people in ways nothing else can.
Kathleen, what you did for your students even if it wasn't enough, was enough to make them feel they were worth something by at least one person. No matter how discouraging it seems, keep working at changing the situation. You are to be admired for not just shrugging your shoulders and saying nothing can be done about it so I'm not going to waste my time worrying about it.
ReplyDeleteJim, one of the most positive programs I saw were career days, when they were thoughtfully constructed. They provided role models that were sadly absent from the kids' lives.
ReplyDeleteI still remember one man who had grown up in the 'hood coming back. He told the kids that the best way to become rich in our society was to develop a skilled trade, work for someone successful while they learned the business, analyze their owns strengths and weaknesses, then open their own small business. He told them it was important to recognize that no one is good at everything, and they might need to hire accountants, office managers, etc. to handle the portions of the business that they would find difficult.
A few of the kids took his message to heart, including the "it takes hard work," but most of them felt he was a shill for unnamed powers who were trying to take advantage of them.
Warren, I've seen that, too. I've even seen kids who don't play sports saying that when they got to high school, they were going to become basketball or football stars.
ReplyDeleteCarla, I agree with you. Many of these kids don't see a future.
ReplyDeleteE.B. I find it hard to figure out when this idea that education isn't "cool" developed.
ReplyDeleteDuring reconstruction, many people recognized that lack of education was one of the serious barriers freed slaves faced, and a lot of effort went into providing opportunities.
Shari, throwing money at the problems isn't the answer, although poor funding can lead to underachieving school.
ReplyDeleteI fear that today's "hold the teacher accountable" atmosphere will drive many dedicated teachers out of the field. Who wants to be assigned to a class like mine, where it's a foregone conclusion that, no matter how much of a good influence the teacher may be, the students will never score well on the mandatory standardized tests?
Gloria, I do have some heartwarming stories of kids who defied the odds. The kid who got a job as a hotwalker before school at Pimlico, and ended up as a traveling groom with racehorses. As he said, it paid as much as McDonalds, the horsed loved him, and he got to see a lot of the country. And the girl who wanted very much to be the "lady who wears a dress every day and takes the bus to work" who was hired by a small company looking for a receptionist/office worker who could relate to inner-city customers.
ReplyDeleteI don't have a good answer either but I have a story about someone who escaped that kind of life. I have a friend who grew up in a rough neighborhood in Los Angeles and lost friends to gang violence at a young age. At one point she realized she could either be part of the drug and gang culture prevalent in her area or go a different way. So she became a sheriff. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for her to resist intense peer pressure.
ReplyDeleteKara, there are always the exceptions--people who have the strength and drive to move out of that environment and join the main stream. Your friend is a sterling example.
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