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Really interesting photo set of an abandoned school book warehouse in Detroit.
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Everyone is talking about reforming schools, from Presidential candidates to parents. Unfortunately, far too often the discussion is about reforming middle class schools to make their students more competitive in the world economy or about punishing the schools attended by lower class students, to make politicians pretend to care about the plight of inner city schools. What Jonathan Kozol is talking about is something much more important, ensuring that all students be given a real education. It’s an essential, if harrowing read, for anyone who cares about the idea of equality in American society.
Kozol combines a deft analysis of the legal and political reality of American education with poignant anecdotes about individuals, both children struggling to learn and educators struggling to teach, to demonstrate the impact of what he calls a restoration of apartheid in American schools. Kozol’s critique of the idea of diversity, which typically has come to mean schools without white students, is all the more ironic when one considers the heroes these schools are so often named after: Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, Thurgood Marshall.
What is perhaps most important about this book is Kozol’s discussion of the solutions that have been offered for inner city schools. Rather than requiring equal funding (proponents are fighting for adequacy now) or building infrastructure to improve the quality of education, school districts have begun to turn to the kinds of programs that would never be permitted in integrated, suburban schools. These programs, built around discipline, routine, and rote memory, offer short term gains for the current testing regime, but little in the way of authentic education.
Unfortunately for the kids that Kozol writes so passionately about, solving America’s inner city schools will require complex, expensive, sustained solutions–not exactly qualities likely to be supported in the current political and economic climate.
Okay, not really…but read it and think about it. Maybe even write a comment about it.
Some nights are difficult for me, listen:
I want to talk about that hunger
that rises up in the old house;
I want to talk about the loneliness
that wakes at two a.m.
and stares at the deserted bed;
I want to talk about the sadness
of old clothes in the flea market,
and the tongues lost in tiny children;
I want to talk about the woman
who said she would meet me
at the theater and the part of me
that still waits for her; I want
to talk about how bullies
hurt the sweet heart, how
the heart walks in sleep, how
the heart hides in the clock,
hides in the hands of strangers;
I want to talk about this:
the wedding dress that poetry wore
one morning in the apple trees
so long ago, when she came to me,
innocent, distressed, and lovely.