behemoth fossil fuel guzzlers
pitted against efficiency
threatened by diversity
weakened by equality
petrified by inclusion
they worship their perfect world
white males, subservient females
power through intimidation
power through manipulation
power through deceit
their lies pile upon each other
thicken their hides with false security
they are terrified rhinos
dangerous in their fears
excluded by a changing world
endangered
Copyright 2024 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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| Art from Reader's Digest Feb. 10, 2023 article by Leandra Beabout |
I wrote this post in 2018 to capture the importance of an educator embracing the impact of students making connections. With what's happening in various Republican controlled states, I wanted to repost this example of what teaching really means for most of us.
I enjoy substitute teaching because it changes almost daily. I completely control the schools where I work, the grade levels I teach, and even the teachers I sub for. Sometimes, my days don’t progress as smoothly as I’d hoped, but most of the time I enjoy the fact that I get to satisfy the educator within me.
A few weeks ago, the assignment I took turned out to be different from what was “advertised”. Instead of teaching a fifth-grade class for the entire day, I found myself changing grades every ninety minutes. I started with the older kids and ended my day with first graders. When a principal makes this kind of modification to the schedule, I simply go with the flow. I don’t mind a little unexpected variety to my day.
When I arrived at a second-grade class, the teacher instructed me to finish a science activity she had in progress and then to shift the students into a social studies lesson. It wasn’t long before I projected the text on a lesson about Phillis Wheatley. I read to the class that she was taken from her family and home in Africa and brought to the states as a slave when she was seven or eight years old.
And the assignment within the book stopped at that moment.
“What do you mean, Mrs. Chapman?” one girl asked. “Were her mom and dad with her?”
“No. She was brought to the United States and sold to a family in Boston.”
“But she was little. Like us.”
My eyes smarted. My throat constricted. “I know.”
The same little girl continued in disbelief, “But weren’t there those things back then to protect her?”
“Things?”
“Those things. Rules. Rules that say you couldn’t do that.”
“Laws? You mean laws?” My heart weighed down.
Every educator hits those points in instruction that whatever you say becomes a lesson that the children will carry with them, possibly for a very long time. The lecture or instruction becomes unique and pulls away from text or curriculum. We refer to this as a teachable moment.
“Our laws are supposed to protect people, but some laws were unjust. Wrong.”
Another student joined in, “So the laws let people have slaves? How could that happen?”
Another boy popped out of his seat, “My dad had me Google slavery! We read all of this stuff together. But you know what it all came down to?” He drew a huge dollar sign in the air, “Money!”
The classroom teacher slipped into the room as he made this proclamation. She couldn’t ignore the tears that smarted my eyes as I continued speaking about the concept of chattel and repeating again that just because something was legal didn’t mean it was right or just. From her vantage in the back of the room, she listened as this room of seven and eight-year-old children grasped that these horrendous happenings occurred to someone close to their own age.
I glanced down at my schedule and realized I needed to move onto the next class on my list. As I gathered my tote, I listened to the kids bombard their teacher with more questions and knew she’d chuck the remainder of her lesson.
