A captive audience

Students with a banner calling for public educ...

Students with a banner calling for public education. (Photo credit: Marc Sardon)

As I considered the focus of this discourse on education, I found myself discarding more ideas than I retained. Should I write about how Lewis F. Powell, Jr., a Supreme Court Justice and former tobacco lobbyist, wrote a confidential memorandum in 1971 to the Chairman of the Education Committee stating that the “American free market system was under broad attack.” Powell’s letter was a reaction to the social justice, civil rights movements and political activism of the 1960′s and 1970′s. Nah, too easy. Maybe I could talk about how Noam Chomsky called out the Trilateral Commission, a neoliberal cabal, in a recent speech to students at East Stroudsburg University, “One leading concern of the Trilateral scholars was the failure of the institutions responsible for the “indoctrination of the young” — the schools, the universities, the churches. They’re not indoctrinating the young properly. That’s why we have these uprisings in the streets and the efforts of the special interests to press their demands in the political arena.” Nope, like shooting fish in a barrel. Well, I probably should at least discuss the scathing report from the Council on Foreign Relations, another neoliberal incubator that helps to set public facing policy, whose stated purpose was to “draw attention to the problems in America’s K-12 schools which constitute a very grave national security threat facing this country.” Not necessary, I’m sure Anderson Cooper has already taken a fine-tooth comb to the report. Well, Jeff Nguyen, what the heck are you going to talk about since we’ve come this far? Isn’t it obvious?…I’m going to talk about slavery.

The Captive Slave

The Captive Slave (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hold up, wait a minute. What exactly does education have to do with slavery? Well, since you asked, it has everything to do with that degrading state of bondage. It is the public schools that are complicit in what the ahead-of-his-time Brazilian educator, Paulo Freire, illuminated in his landmark book on critical pedagogy as the captor-captive relationship, “The oppressed, having internalized the image of the oppressor and adopted his guidelines, are fearful of freedom.” This dynamic is found in the traumatic bonding process experienced by survivors of Stockholm syndrome as the captive falls under the spell of the captor. Typically, it is far easier to apply this form of social control in the early, formative years than later when the genie of critical thinking and questioning of authority is out of the bottle. It is in the classroom that Pearson, a multinational company based in London, gets to tell our children that the early settlers worked in “cooperation” with the natives they encountered in the “new land”, while we conveniently forget that the pilgrims of Plymouth Rock went on to colonize the land as the rightful land dwellers were force-marched, starved, massacred, infected, reservationed, assimilated, and just plain white-peopled to death. Here is where children are taught not to think too deeply and critically of the world and its sagas but to approach in fealty the iron hand in a velvet glove of the state, of which the public schools are an extension. The former slave turned abolitionist Frederick Douglass observed in his stunning narrative“whenever my condition was improved, instead of its increasing my contentment, it only increased my desire to be free, and set me to thinking of plans to gain my freedom. I have found that, to make a contented slave, it is necessary to make a thoughtless one. It is necessary to darken his moral and mental vision, and, as far as possible, to annihilate the power of reason. He must be able to detect no inconsistencies in slavery; he must be made to feel that slavery is right; and he can be brought to that only when he ceased to be a man.” In Roman times, the rulers gave out free wheat (bread) and provided extravagant spectacles (circuses) to keep the people docile and garner their patronage. Today, we get GMO milk and Honey Boo Boo.

"Liberación" escultura de Salvador A...

“Liberación” escultura de Salvador Arango M., ubicada en le Edificio Comfama, Medellin. Colombia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As scholars debate and politicians pontificate on the reformation of education, there is a silent murmur in the land, a whispering in the wind that change is coming. The trees feel it and the ground rises up to meet the swell. It is an aching in the heart, a longing left unrealized. While the capitalists whistle and cluck their teeth, the children of the barrios and the parents of the dispossessed pass the word that liberación is on the way. Once a tidal wave crests there is no denying its force. So, too, will it be when the captives are set free and the jubilations commence for those who have no longer “ceased to be men”. As Freire once elucidated the importance of role models derived not from the image of their subjugators but from that of their own, “no pedagogy which is truly liberating can remain distant from the oppressed by treating them as unfortunates and by presenting for their emulation models from among the oppressors. The oppressed must be their own example in the struggle for their redemption”, so, then, must we look not to our taskmasters and their self-appointed paragons but to one another for our liberation. The English word “education” is a derivation of the Latin verb educes, which means “to draw forth from within.” We must first call upon this reservoir, each in our manner, so we can then turn ourselves to the struggle that encompasses us, so we can break every yoke that would bind us and stand with our brothers and sisters who strive for a new day.

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The blessed doctrine of asymmetrical self-defense

Syrian Arab News Agency (Photo credit: AFP/Getty Images)

Syrian Arab News Agency (Photo credit: AFP/Getty Images)

Israel has once again acted in divine “self-defense” after it launched airstrikes against Syria yesterday leaving repercussions that residents of Demascus reported as feeling like “an earthquake” and “unprecedented”. Now, I’m no Wolf Blitzer but I’m pretty sure if I was acting in self-defense against an attacker or groups of aggressors, whether perceived or factual, these catastrophic descriptions would not be the end result. I would kick my assailant(s) where the sun don’t shine and run like Lance Armstrong on hGH and Red Bull. There would be no vaporized buildings, earthquake-like shockwaves or double-digit body counts in my wake.

For any who plan to come to Israel’s defense and contend that Israel is poor helpless David in a sea of Goliaths, let me break it down for you in a way that, hopefully, will register. When a government willingly and of its own volition agrees to a $10-billion arms deal that includes KC-135 aerial refuelling tankers, anti-air defence missiles and tilt-rotor V-22 Osprey troop transport planes, that government intends to willingly and of its own volition use those KC-135 aerial refuelling tankers, anti-air defence missiles and tilt-rotor V-22 Osprey troop transport planes somewhere and on someone. When I go to the store to buy herbal passion tea (don’t judge) and eggs, I plan on drinking every last drop of the herbal passion tea and cooking all 12 eggs, eventually. And on my way to the store I might as well just drive my car through that neighbor’s house who keeps giving me the side-eye, I just know he’s planning to fire a rocket-propelled gatorade through my window any day now.

Peace to the people of Syria.

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“Sueños y realidad son opuestos. La acción los sintetiza” Assata Shakur  (Photo credit: jpazkual)

Speaking of asymmetrical self-defense…peace, as well, to Assata Shakur. Long may she run.

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By any other name

“What’s in a name?” (photo credit: jack dorsey)

“What’s in a name?” (photo credit: jack dorsey)

Without a sense of identity, there can be no real struggle…

by Paulo Freire

As April showers give way to May flowers in the land of genetically modified milk and honey bees, I find myself looking out the window of my classroom daydreaming about summer…lazy, homework free days filled with popsicles, playing with the water hose and watching cartoons every morning. As my reverie was just getting warmed up, a sub-fifty inch critter snapped me back to reality by reminding me that I was the teacher and they needed to go to the bathroom/get a drink/blow their nose for the trillionth time. When I was the approximate age of my students, I remember driving around in the backseat of my mother’s Volkswagen Rabbit memorizing street names. I used to wander who decided the names of streets and why did they pick the names they did. Eventually, the logic train pulled up to Aha! station (no, not that a-ha, this one) and I began to ponder the naming of me. I should provide some context here by letting readers know that when I was two years old, I was FedExed from an orphanage in Saigon Ho Chi Minh City to the home of a charming, German couple in small town, Pennsylvania. Little did they know their big assed care package would one day grow up to be a WordPress blogger but back then Asian babies were all the rage. I recently came across a post about the politics of naming that brought these childhood memories back to the surface. Despite my best efforts in my younger years to avoid politics, it seems that politics has always been chasing me, kinda like the pungent smell of napalm in the early morning dew.

What's in a name (photo credit: Hryck)

What’s in a name (photo credit: Hryck)

When I was adopted, presumably, one of the first things my adoptive parents did was rename me. Apparently, my given name from the orphanage I grew up in was not good enough. Granted, Vu Tien Nguyen according to Google Translate means “bubs money original” but it couldn’t have been much worse than Jeffrey. Seriously, could they have picked a more White, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant name than Jeffrey? Growing up, I never felt like a Jeffrey and I sure as heck didn’t look like a Jeffrey. My parents did keep Nguyen as my middle name, then tacked on their surname Eckert. So, most of my school and medical records listed my name as Jeffrey N. Eckert. I can imagine many a teacher and doctor were surprised to see a pint-sized Asian dude strolling into their office/classroom. Of course, with an Americanized name comes privileges and I can’t deny that many doors have opened for me that might not have if those on the other side of the door had known a Vietnamese man was knocking. On the other hand, I live in a working class neighborhood and I sometimes eat my student’s leftovers at lunch time (don’t tell my wife), so I guess the benefits haven’t extended too far. But for others, a rose by any other name is not as sweet when the price is one’s identity. Rethinking Schools editor, Linda Christensen, recognized this truth in her lesson on the personal and cultural implications of naming in her reference to a saying of the Swampy Cree Indians, “To say the name is to begin the story.” Christensen states that “people who have the power to name also have the power to tell the story“; she reminds us that this simple truth can often mean the difference between whose voices are heard and whose are silenced.

name tattoo

name tattoo (Photo credit: Deanna Wardin @ Tattoo Boogaloo)

Through the years, many have chosen to reject the names given to them by their colonizers and embrace the ancestral heritages that were taken from them, at times by force. In Jamie Daniels’ paper on the experiences of indigenous children in North American boarding schools, circa late 1800′s, he observed, “Changing the names of Native American students to more European-sounding names was another attempt to “civilize the savage.” Names often were changed for several different reasons; School teachers complained they couldn’t pronounce the tribal and familial names and some students had names that did not translate easily into English.” A study done in 2004, found that having a more African-American sounding name on one’s resume can have an adverse effect on the chances of getting hired for a job. The researchers concluded, “Job applicants with African American names get far fewer callbacks for each resume they send out. Equally importantly, applicants with African American names find it hard to overcome this hurdle in callbacks by improving their observable skills or credentials.” Nevertheless, some have chosen to return to their cultural roots such as Cassius Clay (Muhammad Ali) and Lew Alcindor (Kareem Abdul-Jabbar) after converting to Islam. My personal favorite is Ron Artest who now answers to Metta World Peace. Apparently, metta is a Buddhist term that means “loving kindness” and “friendliness toward others” which describes Artest, ahem, Mr. World Peace to a tee. If all else fails, I can always follow Prince’s lead and become the Vietnamese man formerly known as Jeffrey. In closing, I hope you can find the time to watch a short animation from StoryCorps that tells the true story of a Mexican American boy whose teachers could not come up with any other name that would smell quite as sweet as Facundo.

The Kids & Me

The Kids & Me (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Postscript: This is a brief post due to the fact that I’m working on an article for David Chura’s blog Kids in the System, which deals with at-risk kids who are getting caught in the hustle of profits over people. He has asked me to be a guest contributor for his series “Teachers in Their Own Words.” In the meantime, I invite you to check out his blog and hear some of the voices of those on the front lines in the war on children.

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Deus ex machina

Chalk Graffiti outside Corpus Christi College, Oxford (photo credit: piblet)

Chalk graffiti outside Corpus Christi College, Oxford (photo credit: piblet)

“Clichés, stock phrases, adherence to conventional, standardized codes of expression and conduct have the socially recognized function of protecting us against reality.”

by Hannah Arendt

As Chechnyans this week looked out their windows and shushed their children to listen for the unmistakeable buzz of the Predator drone, the talking heads in the mainstream press were all a twitter over the fact that the surviving brother and alleged Boston Marathon bomber was not Mirandized by law enforcement when taken into custody. Once again, the forest burns while an olive tree is shaken in the hopes that an orange will fall out. The Miranda statement is basically the justice system’s polite way of saying you really should shut the puck up because we can and we will use your words against you. What 19 year-old Dzhokhar Tsarnaev needs now is not merely his rights read to him, he needs a legal advocate, aka an attorney, and he needs it STAT. Tsarnaev needs Lynne Stewart but unfortunately she’s serving time in federal prison for standing on the side of the poor, dispossessed and Muslim, more casualties of the unending War of Terror™. Tsarnaev has been surrounded for the past week by alpha males who feel they have the moral winds at their backs because America is Boston Strong©. He needs to not just remain silent to avoid self-incrimination, he needs witnesses to his detention. Legal and journalistic representatives who will document every word spoken to him, ensure that his rights are not further violated and report the interactions in an open courtroom vis-à-vis Bradley Manning. Even if Tsarnaev is completely and one hundred percent guilty and acted without any outside influence, he is a naturalized American citizen (like myself) and is entitled to legal counsel. Until then, cold case investigators everywhere may have found the ultimate patsy. For all we know, Tsarnaev and his brother were the ones who took out JFK from the grassy knoll, flew Flight 77 into the Pentagon before ejecting at the last minute and double-handedly rigged the elections in Venezuela.

Palestinians playing football in the West Bank (photo credit: Justin McIntosh)

Palestinians playing football in the West Bank (photo credit: Justin McIntosh)

While Americans were following the bouncing ball and clapping like trained seals, our newly crowned Secretary of Defense, Chuck Hagel, pledged billions of American pesos dollars this week in military aid to Israel. According to The Guardian, this would include “the sale of KC-135 aerial refuelling tankers, anti-air defence missiles and tilt-rotor V-22 Osprey troop transport planes to Israel.” These weapons of kinda mass destruction will no doubt be used in “self-defense” when the big, bad Palestinians huff and puff and threaten to blow the house down of a nation that has thermonuclear capabilities and forces its subjects to submit to degrading checkpoints to move from one colonized area to another for work and survival. For those students who were fortunate enough not to have lazy, good-for-nothin’, union loving teachers, they will surely be able to read between the lines and draw the conclusion that all of this military hardware will not be used to make the life of the Palestinians in the occupied territories any easier. In fact, its a good chance that one of those tilt-rotor V-22 Osprey troop transport planes or anti-air defense missiles will have the name of a Palestinian man, woman or child on it, a notch in the belt of Israeli supremacy and domination of an endangered and indigenous population that is clearly outgunned and virtually defenseless in its ability to protect its civilian population. But end times Christians can keep telling themselves that Israel has carte blanche to oppress and subjugate the Palestinians because they are the “chosen people” of God, while conveniently ignoring the part of the Bible that states, “Also you shall not oppress a stranger, for you know the heart of a stranger, because you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” Fortunately, there are people of this Earth who have not forgotten the worn paths.

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Finally, a fellow blogger, The Secular Jurist, shared a report that debunked the “fuzzy math” that formed the basis of the central premise of austerity which claims that “high debt stifles economic growth”. The critique by Thomas Herndon, a 28 year-old graduate student at UMass, of Reinhart and Rogo ff whose Hahvahd study the proponents of austerity, such as Paul Ryan, have used as a justification for privatization, deregulation and massive social spending cuts found that “coding errors, selective exclusion of available data, and unconventional weighting of summary statistics lead to serious errors that inaccurately represent the relationship between public debt and GDP growth among 20 advanced economies in the post-war period.” Hmm, sounds like another report I’ve heard of…one that was used as a rationalization for No (Wealthy) Child Left Behind, the most punitive federal education initiative ever devised in the dark hearts of our nation’s think tanks. With all due respect, the errors in coding, exclusion of data, and unconventional weighting were not “miscalculations”, they were deliberate obfuscations intended to further serve the narrative being propagated by our nation’s storytellers, i.e., it was good old fashioned propaganda and many citizens have bought into it because it offers a scapegoat, namely, irresponsible debt accumulators who expect the government to bail them out such as the too big to jail banks and corporate jolly green glowing giants, ahem, I mean the “deadbeat” mortgage scoffers, public sector workers and pensioners, i.e., the middle class of most developed countries. The theater curtains on the Age of Austerity™ are unfurling in America as it has it in Europe. The poor, well, they’ve always been the gum under the wing-tipped shoes of the uber-wealthy, global capitalists. In this stage production, every one has a role to play and every voice counts but it will take moral courage and unwavering focus to earn our kleos, our songs of songs.

Peace to all readers.

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Trompette du monde

A fellow blogger asked me this week how do I keep from being overcome by anger and frustration over the injustices taking place in our world? One of the ways I deal with my sense of impotence is to listen to good music…a trumpet can be as stirring as a thundering oration. Christian Scott released his album Anthem two years after Hurricane Katrina devastated his hometown of New Orleans and the surrounding parishes. Here, the jazz trumpeter extraordinaire performs Litany Against Fear with the Christian Scott Quintet. This is so worth eight minutes and forty-nine seconds of your time. Kick back, pour your favorite beverage and enjoy these sweet licks.

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Its harder not to

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Surveillance cameras protect us from the terrorists. (Photo credit: Todd Kopriva)

Slaves are generally expected to sing as well as to work.”

by Frederick Douglass

Just when it looked like we were going to have to talk all week about such bland things like Medicare and Social Security (yawn) and how the POTUS was going to forever alter the entitlement programs that millions of Americans depend on to live out their “golden years” somewhere above the poverty line, two Chechnyan brothers came running to our rescue. Our insatiable appetite for bloodlust and vengeance was actualized this week in the nonstop fear mongering, race baiting and actual killing of one of the alleged bombers of the Boston Marathon and capture of another. In America, we don’t need no stinkin’ trial by a jury of one’s peers because the social media community has already declared the brothers guilty. Really, in these days of sequestration (austerity), we could save a lot of money by just publishing the media’s side of the story as its fed to them by law enforcement/Homeland Security/CIA/NSA/FBI/DEA/ICE/ATF/Barbara Walters on Facebook. Then, a person’s guilt would be decided by likes vs. dislikes. The prosecution could post memes that bolster their case and the defense, well, they could at least make sure an independent journalist like Alexa O’Brien is there to remind the public what Kindergarten teachers have always known…that there are two sides to every story. And thank goodness that there were surveillance cameras covering every square foot of downtown Boston. One never knows when a photo finish may need to be decided at the marathon. If it also catches photos of men walking on a public street with backpacks, well, as they say in the Twitterverse, that’s #winning.

Venezuela - Protesters were stopped by the police on a highway as thousands demonstrated over the election results in Caracas. Maduro secured 50.8 percent of votes in Sunday's election. (Credits: David Fernandez/EFE/ZUMA24.com)

Protesters were stopped by the police on a highway as thousands demonstrated over the election results in Caracas. (Photo credit: David Fernandez)

Meanwhile, in Venezuela, the Washington Consensus is doing its best to destabilize a country that has recently mourned the death of its charismatic President, Hugo Chavez, and has reelected his hand-picked successor Nicolas Maduro. His opponent, Henrique Capriles, has already shown signs of being a good lackey for the U.S./Big Oil/Big Money interests that were forced to chafe under Chavez’s commitment to nationalize the oil resources and give a big Eff You (in Spanish) to the IMF/World Bank/Amscot troika of the West. Capriles has made inflammatory speeches to incite violence on the streets and has demanded a recount of an election that has been certified by independent auditors. Even Jimmy Carter has praised the Venezuelan electoral system as the best in the world where the paper sums can be fully reconciled with the electronic totals. Capriles is no Al Gore, who magnanimously stepped aside during the 2000 election recount fiasco, and Venezuela is no Florida. The refusal by the Obama administration to recognize the election results and acknowledge Maduro as the duly elected President of Venezuela further serves to illuminate the hypocrisy of a country that exports democracy at the butt end of a Predator drone. Surely, Chavez and Maduro knew this day was coming as the Venezuelan people have shown us the way to talk the talk and walk the walk of democracy.

Demonstration in Plaza Puerta del Sol

Demonstration in Puerta del Sol (Photo credit: Stuart Madeley)

In Spain, a voice of conscience can be heard among the people. Sister Teresa Forcades and indignadas leader, Arcadi Oliveres, published a manifesto that called for the “nationalization of banks and energy firms, housing rights and tough measures against corruption”. The indignadas protests have risen as a nonviolent movement to speak out against the economic grenades being lobbed at the country by way of the austerity policies of the Troika (EU/ECB/IMF). As in other countries where austerity has been implemented, brutal economic mandates have led to social upheaval as wage and food insecurity and debt cripple families and individuals across the age, gender and ethnic spectrums. The indignadas have sent a clear message what their opinions are on austerity for the many and prosperity for the few. Typically, the response to the encampment in public spaces by the protesters has been met with police force just as it was in America against the Occupy movement. Unlike Europe, the pepper spraying, mass arrests and beat downs of Occupy members was met with crickets in the United States as Americans just wanted to get back to some semblance of a normal life, i.e., watching Honey Boo Boo and shopping for GMO milk and honey. As someone who has been critical of the church for their deafening silence in the face of the financial coup staged by the bankers and billionaires, I must give props to Sister Forcades. Every voice is needed in the battle for the hearts and minds of the people. 

Peace in my Pocket

Peace in my Pocket (Photo credit: danny.hammontree

In conclusion, I don’t know the whole story of what happened in Boston and if the corporate media does its job I will never be able to separate fact from fiction. What I do know is that we have a whole new set of traumatic soundbites and images to help us bond with our captors. I do know that many in America have convicted these two young men already in the court of public opinion and are ready and willing to condemn the remaining man based on the presently uncorroborated word of the media. I do know that the paramilitary gear and surveillance infrastructure funded by the never ending War on Terror™ and our tax dollars are being put to good use. I do know that if you’re Muslim in the United States, life just got a little harder than it already was for you. I do know that if you’re a senior citizen in America, life is about to get harder for you. I do know that if you’re a Venezuelan citizen, life has always been hard for you. I do know if you’re a Catalan nun from Spain, life is harder on the soul when you stand by silently than when you raise your voice to speak out against injustice. And I do know that if you desire the path to peace in your children’s lifetime, life will remain hard, for you know now what Frederick Douglass knew then…that “without a struggle, there can be no progress.” Peace to all readers.

Fist Bump (Photo credit: mnemophobe)

Fist Bump (Photo credit: mnemophobe)

Bonus: A virtual fist bump to anyone who knows the person the title of this post came from and the context of the quote.

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I watched myself disappear

the invisible man (Photo credit: mon of the loin)

the invisible man (Photo credit: mon of the loin)

I watched myself disappear
before my very eyes
when I stayed silent
and on the sidelines

I faded gradually
when I let my Muslim neighbors
disappear into the void
lost in the maze of detention
When I permitted immigrants in the midst
to be put on ICE
like so much frozen goods
When I tolerated the occupied status of the Palestinian
languishing in plain sight
for the world to see
When I turned my back on the downtrodden
who were drowning in an ocean
of capital washed offshore.

I vanished completely
when the cries for justice
rang from the streets
and I closed the door on the din.

(Special thank you to Michelle from Michelle’s Projects for English Learners. Michelle is an adult language teacher in Spain who helped me to revise this poem.)

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The only light we’ll see

It’s been one of those weeks…death in any language and under any flag is irrevocable. Our spirits should mourn and our hearts bend in compassion, no matter what tribe those who have been killed and maimed pledge their allegiance to. As a prescient man once said, “Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.” Peace to those in Boston and to those around the globe who suffer under the weight of a sagging empire.

Here’s a little soulful, rhythm and blues so we can all go to our happy places for just a little while (side note: If I ever learn to play guitar this is the first song I want to play). It’s Ben E. King singing Stand By Me at the Montreux Jazz Festival, not the homogenized version from the movie. This is what they call gettin’ down…

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Caught in the hustle

“And who’d think in elementary?
I’d see the penitentiary,
 I wish I could take the pain away
if you can make it through the night
there’s a brighter day.”

by Tupac Shakur

bokeh link fence

bokeh link fence (Photo credit: Will Montague)

When I was a kid, maybe eleven or twelve, I remember my grandfather taking me downtown and driving around the block of the county jail. It looked like a castle from the outside with large stone walls, turrets and chain link fencing around the perimeter. I remember my grandfather telling me that if I didn’t do good in school and listen to my mother, this is where I would end up. Oops, I guess a little context would be helpful here. I was adopted from Vietnam into a German family and my grandfather grew up on a farm, lived through the Depression, served in World War II and owned several businesses. Needless to say, there were few in my family that had ever experienced being arrested much less put in prison. Perhaps, my grandfather instinctively knew that as a brown (umber to be exact) person in America, the chances of my visiting the big house were statistically higher than the rest of the family. While I’m sure his heart was in the right place I still can’t help but wonder, “Why the heck was I the only one of my grandfather’s twelve grandchildren who got the scared straight tour?” Needless to say, I did do a good job in school (kinda) and I did listen to my mother (sorta), so I guess the drive by must have worked. Unfortunately, for many in the United States the schools and the jails are inexorably intertwined, like so many links on a chain fence. The kind of enclosure you might find on a school playground…or a prison yard. 

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School To Jail (Photo credit: sierraromeo [sarah-ji])

The school-to-prison pipeline is an all too real facet of American society that is deeply rooted in the desire for social control by the members of the ruling class. Much of the basis for No Child Left Behind, George W. Bush’s signature education initiative, was birthed in think tanks like the Heritage Foundation and the Trilateral Commission who help to set public facing policy for the people whether they had asked for it or not. Bush used the debunked “Texas miracle”  to tout the need for greater accountability that was underwritten by testing (and failing) students every year beginning in grade three. But the real purpose of the education reform movement was to punish teachers and administrators for their perceived failure in “indoctrination of the young”. The progress in civil rights legislation, consumer activists like Ralph Nader, the socialist movements and activism of the 1960′s sent chills up the spines of the powers that be large and in charge. Lewis Powell, a Supreme Court justice who worked as a corporate lawyer for the tobacco industry, wrote a memorandum that identified such individuals and groups as a threat to the “free enterprise system”. Thus, the stage was set for an educational atmosphere that, without exception, handicaps the schools from low income and minority communities and has led to the shutting down of schools en masse in urban communities such as Chicago and Philadelphia as well as showdowns between the school districts and the communities they serve.

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Prison for Profit (Photo credit: watchingfrogsboil)

The incessant testing and curriculum demands have served to alienate a generation of youth from those very communities from schooling, setting them up to be picked up by the criminal justice system from an early age. The astute writers at Rethinking Schools refer to George Wood, executive director of the Forum for Education and Democracy, “By focusing accountability almost exclusively on test scores and attaching high stakes to them, NCLB has given schools a perverse incentive to allow or even encourage students to leave.”  The criminalization of children starts in the classroom with excessive disciplinary measures, zero tolerance policies, suspensions and expulsions that stigmatize those students who do not conform to the mostly white, middle class norms of the schools. The recent push for privatization of the prison system, which parallels the moves in education and healthcare, fulfills the capitalist’s desire to profit off of every crisis, even if they were the ones who manufactured the events and forged the economic policies that led to said crisis. It amazes me that the princes of privatization have not figured out a way to bottle oxygen and sell it in six-packs at 7-11. Chris Hedges speaks out against the system of mass incarceration, even likening it to a gulag, “The bodies of poor, unemployed youths are worth little on the streets but become valuable commodities once they are behind bars.” The prison industrial complex is rivaled only by its military namesake in profitability and sheer human misery as war without end is exported around the globe. The wardens should just start putting up vacancy signs whenever there’s an empty cell to fill.

Capitalism

Capitalism (Photo credit: Bohman)

I’d like to conclude by sharing a post from a fellow blogger who asked some intuitive questions regarding the motives of the capitalists, in this case the banks. Some of whom are enjoying record profits since they were too big to jail. Why would the capitalists and corporations want to reduce the income and wages of their workers who buy the products they sell? My working theory is a patchwork of many far more coherent thinkers than myself that starts by accepting the axiom that the ruling class does not have the same thought processes as the proles. The minds of the uber-wealthy do not look at us mere mortals as consumers but as servants (serfs) who exist to do their bidding. While buying their products is one aspect of our usefulness, our greater purpose is to make their lives easier. It is more important that we make the products they mass produce at minimum expense so they can sell it on the global market for maximum profit. Whether the workers can afford the products they make probably doesn’t even cross their minds because, again, their synaptic activity is on a higher plane. Perhaps, the ultimate way to keep the people in check is debt, its far better if we can’t afford the products they hawk because then we owe them. So now they can profit off of us coming and they can take advantage of us going. Its a rather cold way of viewing your fellow human beings but not surprising for grown men and women who willingly profit off of children and prisoners. Peace to all readers.

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American dreamin’

[ Abstract DREAM ] A man paints with his brain...

[ Abstract DREAM ] (Photo credit: UggBoy♥UggGirl)

When I was younger
people asked me
why don’t you smile more?
and I changed the topic

I felt like an intruder
in someone else’s dream
like a borrower
of someone else’s threads

Some people know
what it feels like
to stand on a street corner
and have hatred drive by

I tried throwing stones
but my foe had boulders
I tried running for cover
but my legs gave way

When I was older I realized
that the mirror does not lie
and the conscience
burns long into the night

I know now
what I did not know then
that the spirit soars
higher than the dust

I may not be the man
you want me to be
but I am the man
I was meant to be

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