Monday, March 26, 2012
Hatred is a poison and it's antidote is compassion, according to the Buddha. I was raised a Christian, and that is basically what Jesus said too, in different words, but Christianity didn't help me deal with the Bloomborg like Buddhism did. Meditation, focusing on the breath, living in the moment. That's what helped and continues to help--but compassion for them? Not feeling it. Can't even imagine feeling it. The best I can do is live in the moment where Principal S.T. and the rest of the Bloomborg do not exist. They are not here. I don't have to think about them.
If I do think about them, I hate them. I thought with time and distance the hatred would lessen, but it has actually grown. It has grown to encompass everything related to education.
I have to stop here to say that I have no plans to do damage to persons or property as a result of my anger and hatred. Those people aren't worth the effort to do the crime, much less the pain of doing the time. I deserve to suffer less, not more. Therefore, whatever suffering they might find in life, and I hope it's a lot, won't be because of me. I can't speak for others, but the fact that not one New York City teacher has gone postal after everything they have put us through, shows that I am not the only one who has been able to deal with negative emotions without resorting to violence.
So let's see, how much do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate the word "differentiation". You never heard that word before the Bloomborg invaded (except in Earth Science class) . Now people are slipping it into their discourse with smug self-satisfaction as though mouthing the word somehow proves what a good teacher they are. Slave brains.
I hate everything written about testing and teacher ratings as if it's all about improving the educational system for the dear little children. That's a big fat lie. It's about privatizing public education for profit--not for children, but for money. Emphasize it. Repeat it. Money, Greed, Profit. Hedge-funders. The 1%.
I hate it when people begin a sentence with, "Of course, we all know teachers who should not be teaching, but....." Come on, stop it already. It's been a decade since Bloomberg began to cleanse the profession of "the few" bad teachers. I don't have access to the data (does anyone?) but I'm willing to bet that they've gotten rid of half the teachers who were teaching when Bloomberg first came into office. But it's not enough. The bad teachers are still there--just look at the teacher ratings. Face it. If you have tenure, you're a bad teacher and your days are numbered.
I hate the way the UFT treats, as an isolated case, each teacher up for termination and each school slated for closure. Once the Bloomborg locks onto its target, the result is inevitable. Wake up, people, it's death by a thousand cuts. Stop allowing teachers and schools to disappear without a fight--a unified, citywide fight.
I hate most of what is written about education and the people who write it.
I hate it when people say they don't hate the person, they hate what the person did. What does that mean?
I hate what you people did to me, and I hate you for doing it.