I've been in a funk all week. This has been spring break, for me, and I haven't done a goddamn thing but watch movies and work through all kinds of depressing feelings I've had all week.
I've just been a little depressed that the whole goddamn world is a mess. And the one and only solution that might do any goddamn good - more freedom - is the one they're resisting the most, these days. And it means a depressing outlook for my own life, as much as the lives of everyone around me, and every aspiration I've had for myself, my students, my friends, my family, and everyone I care about.
So no big deal, you know?
Anyway. I've been in this funk all week, reading, writing, watching great movies like Shadowlands and The Age of Innocence and not-so-great-movies like Tim, this early movie with Mel Gibson about a young, developmentally disabled man (that's special ed code for: retarded) who has an affair with an older businesswoman. I actually didn't finish it and probably should before I return it to the library. But it wasn't so hot, what I saw of it.
Anyway, after much angst and depression and variously wondering why the fuck I chose to do any of the work I chose to do in my life if I was going to be forever bossed around my dumbasses at every level of this goddamned world who have decided that they know better than me how I should use my time and what I should do with it, even though I have studied, generally, far more than any of those assholes the wisdom of choices I might make and the substance of the work I do, not to mention that it's my own goddamn life, for God's sakes. After all of that, I think I've finally made some peace.
I picked this book at Borders, today, called Typecasting: On the Arts and Sciences of Social Inequality by this husband/wife research team, Elizabeth and Stuart Ewen, at SUNY and CUNY. There's a lot of typical liberal boilerplate in it. But, on the whole, it looks like a really quality read. And I'll spend some time with it as I get to Borders and/or if I can check it (I'm getting more self-disciplined in my spending, and it's not in the budget, right now).
Anyway, as I read it, I remembered that though I disagree with a lot of liberals about the sources of social inequality, in the world, I remembered, reading it, that it is a theme that is still near and dear to my heart, that I think I have some better explanations for, and which I've dedicated my life to alleviating, for God's sakes, so it's still something that I take seriously. I'm just completely clear, at this point, that dealing with inequities more effectively and honestly means more freedom, not less, and that conventional explanations that fall back on the crutch of "the system," "the man," "structural inequalities," "biology," and whatever else goddamned excuse people have for why everyone doesn't achieve the same or make the same money or get the same recognition, or whatever inequality people are raging about, today, are not just oversimplications, they often contribute to many of the problems, because they give people the idea that they can't make good with their lives, which, at this point in our history in liberal democracies, is the most likely route that people have for creating greater meaningful equity in the world.
Anyway, I realized reading that book that despite the fact that my hands are perpetually getting tied behind by back to do some good for people in the world, and despite the fact that doing so means that many young people are not interested or inspired to do the same because they see an old broken down fart like me and say to themselves, "Why would I want to be that fuckin' miserable and make so so little money saving the world when everyone knows it can't be saved?" - which is a good goddamn question, by the way - that the work really does matter, whether people, including my students, give a shit about that or not.
I think they do. And I think if we gave both the kids and parents freedom and more choices about how they wanted to handle educating their children, teachers and administrators freedom about how they run their schools, and everyone freedom about how their going to fund those efforts, that we'd have better schools with more engaged students and teachers, more supportive parents, and better funding for the whole enterprise, including better salaries for teachers, which everyone says they want, but noone seems to notice happens so marginally with the current system that I can hardly believe that anyone takes seriously that somehow public funding is going to finally and magically solve the problem for us.
But that's kind of beside the larger point for me. The larger point is that my kids are ones who are easy to write off, for good reason, often, who are often written off by their teachers as retarded, conduct disordered, behavior disorderd, learning disabled, attention deficit disordered, autistic or Aspergers cases, or whatever excuse people have come up with, today, for why they just don't really think that this kid is going to make much of their lives.
Maybe they will, maybe they won't I say. But stop calling the kids names because you're feeling discouraged with them, I say. And stop looking for ways to get them off the hook. If they don't want learn and do the work, then let them and stop trying to explain why you can't control them. You just can't, dumbass. Children, like all people, were not meant to be controlled. They were meant to be loved and cared for and educated. And, at its best, that is the exact opposite of controlling them or anyone, for that matter. Doubt that? Ask your spouse. That is if you're honest and confident enough to have a equal and uncontrolling relationship with your spouse. If not, you're probably pretty unhappy and it's probably not President Bush who is responsible for your misery.
Anyway, I've got 2 years on this scholarship. I did give my word. Granted, it happened when I was 17 under pressure from father desperate to get me to college when we didn't have any other financial options. But, still, it was my word. And if it's a bad idea, and teaching at a charter like KIPP would be a better idea, I don't have much choice in the matter anyhow, so I better make the best of it. And the kids do need the help. I just need to dig deep and figure out how to be a better teacher for them. Every day. No matter how shitty or decent they are. Or the best I can, at least.
All of this. All of my work. And this whole goddamn world. It would all work so much fuckin' better if we took freedom more seriously. But we're too goddamn cowardly to do that and we perpetually have some boogeyman hiding under our beds that someone can appeal to to remind us how freedom is the ruin of all man. And all the while it is most definitely the repression that is responsible for all that shit, and our own choices, obviously, if we could only be honest with ourselves and one another about that fact. But we're just too scared and foolish and we confuse all that fear and our various ugly feelings with reality more than it is. It has always fucked us up. And it always will, as long as we let it. The question is, when will we stop letting it?
I don't know, is the honest answer.
All I know is that it depressed the shit out of me, this week. Just as it did last July 4th, as I sat and thought about all the ways we undermined freedom and independence all while we celebrated it. I didn't even get out to see the fireworks this last 4th.
Anyway. I suppose I made some peace with all of that, this week. And decided that I'm dedicating my life to a decent life for myself and to the welfare of others, even if we are a nation of scared, dumbass little bitches, much of the time. I don't know why. Especially given more lucrative and less stressful and exhausting options available. I'll pursue some of those, too, I suppose. And I'm looking more seriously at military service, too. So who knows what's on my horizon.
All I know is that the limited peace I've found means that I feel better about creating whatever life I want to create for myself, at this point. And, surprisingly, feeling more freedom around the situation, it's not terribly different a life than I was planning before. I just feel better and more myself as I pursue it.
I better get to bed. I've got to take Melissa to the airport tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, everyone.
Love,
Ben