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What is it Like to Teach Black Students?
by Christopher Jackson Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a southeastern state. The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions that journalists use like “chaotic” or “poor learning environment” or “lack of discipline” do not capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience of teaching Black children and that is what I will try to convey. One of the most immediately striking things about my students was that so many of them were were loud. They had little conception of ordinary decorum. It was not unusual for five students to be screaming at me at once. It did no good to try to quiet them and white women were particularly inept at trying. I sat in on one woman’s class as she begged the children to pipe down. They just yelled louder so their voices would carry over hers. So many of them seemed to have no conception of waiting for an appropriate time to say something. They would get ideas in their heads and simply had to shout them out. I might be leading a discussion on government and suddenly be interrupted: “We gotta get more Democrats! Clinton, she good!” The student may seem content with that outburst but two minutes later, he would suddenly start yelling again: “Clinton good!” It was not uncommon for 15 boys to swagger into a classroom, bouncing their shoulders and jiving back. They were yelling back and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words in the same harsh, rasping dialect. The words were almost invariably a childish form of boasting: “Who got dem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe, who got dem shine grill (gold and silver dental caps)?” The amateur rapper often ends with a claim—in the crudest terms imaginable—that all womankind is sexually devoted to him. For whatever reason, many of my students would often groan instead of saying a particular word, as in, “She suck dat aaahhhh (think of a long grinding groan), she f**k dat aaaahhhh, she lick dat aaaahhh.” So many black girls dance in the hall, in the classroom, on the chairs, next to the chairs, under the chairs, everywhere. Once I had to take a call on my cell phone and stepped outside of class. I was away about two minutes but when I got back, girls had lined up at the front of the classroom and were convulsing to the delight of the boys. Blacks, overall, are the most directly critical people I have ever met: “Dat shirt stupid. Yo’ kid a bastard. Yo’ lips big.” Unlike whites, who tread gingerly around the subject of race, Blacks can be brutally to the point. Once, I needed to send a student to the office to deliver a message. I asked for volunteers, and suddenly you would think my classroom was a bastion of civic engagement. Thirty hands shot into the air. I picked a light-skinned boy to deliver the message. One very dark student was indignant: “You pick da half-breed.” And immediately other Blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen are screaming, “He half-breed.” For decades, the country has been lamenting the poor academic performance of Blacks and there is much to lament. There is no question that many Blacks come to school with a serious handicap that is not their fault. At home they have learned a dialect that is almost a different language. They not only mispronounce words; their grammar is so often wrong. When a Black wants to ask, “Where is the bathroom?” he may actually say “Whar da badroom be?” Grammatically, this is the equivalent of “Where the bathroom is?” And this is the way they speak in high school. Students write the way they speak, so this is the language that shows up in written assignments. It is true that some whites face a similar handicap. They speak with what I would call a “country” accent that is hard to reproduce but results in sentences such as “I’m gonna gemme a Coke.” Some of these country whites had to learn correct pronunciation and usage. The difference is that most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many Blacks do not. Most of the Blacks I taught simply had no interest in academic subjects. I taught history, and students would often say they didn’t want to do an assignment or they didn’t like history because it was all about white people. Of course, this was “diversity” history, in which every cowboy’s Black cook got a special page on how he contributed to winning the West, but Black children still found it inadequate. So I would throw up my hands and assign them a project on a real, historical black person. My favorite was Marcus Garvey. They had never heard of him, and I would tell them to research him but most of them never did. They didn’t care and they didn’t want to do any work. Anyone who teaches Blacks soon learns that they have a completely different view of government from whites. Once I decided to have students write about one thing the government should do to improve America. I gave this question to three classes totaling about 100 students, approximately 80 of whom were Black. My white students came back with generally conservative ideas. “We need to cut off people who don’t work,” was the most common suggestion. Nearly every Black gave a variation on the theme of “We need more government services.” My students had only the vaguest notion of who pays for government services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty. One Black girl was exhorting the class on the need for more social services and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for the money to pay for those services. “Yeah, it come from whites,” she finally said. “They stingy anyway.” “Many Black people make over $50,000 dollars a year and you would also be taking away from your own people,” I said. She had an answer to that: “Dey half breed.” The class agreed. I let the subject drop. Many Black girls are perfectly happy to be welfare queens. On career day, one girl explained to the class that she was going to have lots of children and get fat checks from the government. No one in the class seemed to have any objection to this career choice. Surprising attitudes can come out in class discussion. We were talking about the crimes committed in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and I brought up the rape of a young girl in the bathroom of the Superdome. A majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it lightly. One Black boy spoke up without raising his hand: “Dat no big deal. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun. Dey jus’ wanna have a fun time; you know what I’m sayin’?” A few Black heads nodded in agreement. My department head once asked all the teachers to get a response from all students to the following question: “Do you think it is okay to break the law if it will benefit you greatly?” By then, I had been teaching for a while and was not surprised by answers that left a young, liberal, white woman colleague aghast. “Yeah” was the favorite answer. As one student explained, “Get dat green.” How the world looks to Blacks One point on which most Blacks agree is that everything is “racis’.” This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely. Did you do your homework? “Na, homework racis’.” Why did you get an F on the test? “Test racis’.” I was trying to teach a unit on British philosophers and the first thing the students appeared to care about Bentham, Hobbes, and Locke was “Dey all white! Where da black philosophers’?” I tried to explain there were no Blacks in eighteenth century Britain. You can probably guess what they said to that: “Dat racis’!” One student accused me of deliberately failing him on a test because I didn’t like Black people. “Do you think I really hate Black people?” “Yeah.” “Have I done anything to make you feel this way? How do you know?” “You just do.” “Why do you say that?” He just smirked, looked out the window, and sucked air through his teeth. Perhaps this was a regional thing, but the Blacks often sucked air through their teeth as a wordless expression of disdain or hostility. My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the lens of their own blackness. I had a class that was host to a German exchange student. One day he put on a Power Point presentation with famous German landmarks as well as his school and family. From time to time during the presentation, Blacks would scream, “Where da Black folk?!” The exasperated German tried to explain that there were no black people where he lived in Germany. The students did not believe him. I told them Germany is in Europe, where white people are from, and Africa is where Black people are from. They insisted that the German student was racist and deliberately refused to associate with Blacks. Blacks are keenly interested in their own racial characteristics. I have learned, for example, that some blacks have “good hair.” Good hair is black parlance for black-white hybrid hair. Apparently, it is less kinky, easier to style, and considered more attractive. Blacks are also proud of light skin. Imagine two black students shouting insults across the room. One is dark and slim, the other light and obese. The dark one begins the exchange: “You fat, Ridario!” Ridario smiles, doesn’t deign to look at his detractor, shakes his head like a wobbling top, and says, “You wish you light skinned.” They could go on like this, repeating the same insults over and over. My Black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants. They would vent their feelings so crudely that our department strongly advised us never to talk about immigration in class in case the principal or some outsider might overhear. Whites were “racis’,” of course, but they thought of us at least as Americans. Not the Mexicans. Blacks have a certain, not necessarily hostile understanding of white people. They know how whites act, and it is clear they believe whites are smart and are good at organizing things. At the same time, they probably suspect whites are just putting on an act when they talk about equality, as if it is all a sham that makes it easier for whites to control Blacks. Blacks want a bigger piece of the American pie. I’m convinced that if it were up to them they would give whites a considerably smaller piece than whites get now, but they would give us something. They wouldn’t give Mexicans anything. What about Black boys and white girls? No one is supposed to notice this or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with white girls. I’ve witnessed the following drama countless times. A Black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not really in a menacing way. It’s more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and shuffles he asks, “When you gonna go wit’ me?” There are two kinds of reply. The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the Black and shouts, “I don’t wanna go out with you!” The more demure girl will look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no. There is only one response from the Black boy: “You racis’.” Many girls—all too many—actually feel guilty because they do not want to date Blacks. Most white girls at my school stayed away from Blacks, but a few, particularly the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them. There is something else that is striking about Blacks. So many of them seem to have no sense of romance, of falling in love. What brings men and women together is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from most Blacks—especially the boys. Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. It’s uncanny. Not long ago, I was walking through the halls and a group of Black boys were walking in front of me. All of a sudden they started fighting with another group in the hallway. Blacks are extraordinarily quick to take offense. Once I accidentally scuffed a Black boy’s white sneaker with my shoe. He immediately rubbed his body up against mine and threatened to attack me. I stepped outside the class and had a security guard escort the student to the office. It was unusual for students to threaten teachers physically this way, but among themselves, they were quick to fight for similar reasons. The real victims are the unfortunate whites caught in this. They are always in danger and their educations suffer. White weaklings are particularly susceptible, but mostly to petty violence. They may be slapped or get a couple of kicks when they are trying to open a bottom locker. Typically, Blacks save the hard, serious violence for each other. There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to violence. Black girls were constantly fighting over Black boys. It was not uncommon to see two girls literally ripping each other’s hair out with a police officer in the middle trying to break up the fight. The Black boy they were fighting over would be standing by with a smile, enjoying the show he had created. For reasons I cannot explain, boys seldom fought over girls. Pregnancy was common among the Blacks, though many Black girls were so fat I could not tell the difference. I don’t know how many girls got abortions, but when they had the baby they usually stayed in school and had their own parents look after the child. The school did not offer daycare. Aside from the police officers constantly on campus, security guards are everywhere in Black schools—we had one on every hall. They also sat in on unruly classes and escorted students to the office. They were unarmed but worked closely with the three city police officers who were constantly on duty. There was a lot of drug dealing at my school. This was a way to make a fair amount of money but it also gave boys power over girls who wanted drugs. An addicted girl—Black or white—became the plaything of anyone who could get her drugs. One of my students was a notorious drug dealer. Everyone knew it. He was 19 years old and in eleventh grade. Once he got a score of three out of 100 on a test. He had been locked up four times since he was 13. One day, I asked him, “Why do you come to school?” He wouldn’t answer. He just looked out the window, smiled, and sucked air through his teeth. His friend Yidarius ventured an explanation: “He get dat green and get dem females.” “What is the green?” I asked. “Money or dope?” “Both,” said Yidarius with a smile. A very fat student interrupted from across the room: “We get dat lunch,” Mr. Jackson. “We gotta get dat lunch and brickfuss.” He means the free breakfast and lunch poor students get every day. “Nigga, we know’d you be lovin’ brickfuss!” shouts another student. Some readers may believe that I have drawn a cruel caricature of Black students. After all, according to official figures some 85 percent of them graduate. It would be instructive to know how many of those scraped by with barely a C- record. They go from grade to grade and they finally get their diplomas because there is so much pressure on teachers to push them through. It saves money to move them along, the school looks good and the teachers look good. Many of these children should have been failed but the system would crack under their weight if they were all held back. How did my experiences make me feel about Blacks? Ultimately, I lost sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There they were in an integrationist’s fantasy—in the same classroom with white students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the same teachers—and yet the Blacks fail while the whites pass. One tragic outcome among whites who have been teaching for too long is that it can engender something close to hatred. One teacher I knew gave up fast food—not for health reasons but because where he lived, most fast-food workers were black. He had enough of Blacks on the job. This was an extreme example, but years of frustration can take their toll. Many of my white colleagues with any experience were well on their way to that state of mind. There is an unutterable secret among teachers: Almost all realize that Blacks do not respond to traditional white instruction. Does that put the lie to environmentalism? Not at all. It is what brings about endless, pointless innovation that is supposed to bring Blacks up to the white level. The solution is more diversity, or put more generally, the solution is "change." Change is an almost holy word in education, and you can fail a million times as long as you keep changing. That is why liberals keep revamping the curriculum and the way it is taught. For example, teachers are told that Blacks need hands-on instruction and more group work. Teachers are told that Blacks are more vocal and do not learn through reading and lectures. The implication is that they have certain traits that lend themselves to a different kind of teaching. Whites have learned a certain way for centuries but it just doesn’t work with Blacks. Of course, this implies racial differences but if pressed, most liberal teachers would say different racial learning styles come from some indefinable cultural characteristic unique to Blacks. Therefore, schools must change, America must change. But into what? How do you turn quantum physics into hands-on instruction or group work? No one knows, but we must keep changing until we find......... more at link: http://martynemko.blogspot.com/2009/...hat-is-it.html |
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After they finish school they go out to play...
The Big Lie on Parade A daily roundup of the continuing and ever increasing intifada of black on white crime. Dispelling the Big Lie of the "Violent white racist America" one link at a time. "105 black on white crimes that I personally could find in 56 days. One hundred and five!! And this is not counting the number of the victims themselves. That averages out to almost two B on W crimes per day. Yet none of the stories I have linked to have gotten major front page coverage in any major paper or television news channel akin to the Trayvon Martin case. I realize that what I am recording is a mere drop in the bucket" http://biglieonparade.blogspot.com/ 24 year old Jacqueline Gardner of Indiana was returning home from her waitress job to her boyfriend and two small children when she was robbed by three black males for her $85 in tip money and subsequently murdered by a shotgun blast. Two savages have been caught and one is still on the loose. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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as one who attended a predominately negro highskrool for one year, until I turned 16, the state mandated age to legally stop going to highskrool,( and I was at the Registrar office the MORNING of my birthday withdrawing), I can attest to the accuracy of this story; it makes me laugh now, how so much is put on "bullying"...LMAO ...back then, it wasn't bullying, it was assaults, extortion, theft and intimidation....
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when i was in junior high, we lived in Denver.
the Educators, in their Esteemed PC non-Wisdom, bussed a few thousand white, black, & brown students across the city for their experiment in multi-culturalism. it sucked for the students. it was probably something the educators could put on their resume. i remember this one black kid. he borrowed $1 from me in drafting class. i thought that meant that he agreed to pay me back. i don't think he planned to. i asked him about 15 times for my money back. he finally gave me my money back. |
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Growing up, I was always around a few blacks, but not a lot, even when I was younger and we were dirt poor, there just werent that many around.
I then attended private school for a while and there were NONE. I started public high school in 10th grade and was thrown to the grinder. I didnt live in a black area, but half of my schools zone covered one of the darkest neighborhoods in my town. Over 40% of the school was black. Mind you, this wasnt that long ago I was in highschool, late 90's, early 2000's, in South East Florida This article is 100% my experience with the high school aged black community and continues to be my experience to this day. Word for Word, I could have written that myself. |
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I grew up and attended school in Chicago in the 60s and this description of blacks in schools is
a given. It is known to be this way by anyone who has had any experience teaching or attending a school with a significant percentage of blacks. Why this fact is ignored or unknown in all government plans regarding education is a mystery. Or I should say would be a mystery if you believed the government was truly trying to be helpful. Just about all official education studies and media reports are fantasy. Sending white kids to schools with blacks is child abuse. |
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I grew up and attended school in Chicago in the 60s and this description of blacks in schools is |
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the article forgot to mention masturbating in class while watching porn
http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/loca...159265645.html |
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Jeez some of you have been sheltered, (in a good way) maybe I should write articles like these. I attended inner city schools since kindergarten all the way up until I hit a black kid over the head with a chair in the high school lunch room for stealing my cigarettes and playing cards.
What I learned from these experiences is more valuable to me than anything I learned academically going to these quasi-prisons. |
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I mentored some inner city kids this past school year in Detroit. Third to seventh grade. It was a after school program and I was the only white in the place. They were polite and respectful kids. They built lego robot kits with enthusiasm and were eager to learn MS Movie Maker and Photoshop.
I'm guessing that once they hit their later teen years they'll become thugs through conformity. It's a sad shame. Some of them have real potential but that will quickly fade once they start to believe that whitey is the cause of all their plight. |
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Some of them have real potential but that will quickly fade once they start to believe that whitey is the cause of all their plight. "We must realize that our party's most powerful weapon is racial tension. By propounding into the consciousness of the dark races that for centuries they have been oppressed by the whites, we can mould them to the program of the Communist Party. In America we will aim for subtle victory. While inflaming the Negro minority against the whites, we will endeavor to install in the whites a guilt complex for their exploitation of the Negroes. We will aid the Negroes to rise in prominence in every walk of life, in the professions and in the world of sports and entertainment. With this prestige, the Negro will be able to intermarry with the whites and begin a process which will deliver America to our cause." Israel Cohen, A Racial Program For The 20th Century (1912) quoted by Congressman Abernathy, Congressional Record (1957), p. 8559 |
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Man, how many times I've said that in my life! I had to laugh when I read that, because it's so damned good to know other people are thinking the same thing. |
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the article forgot to mention masturbating in class while watching porn "Nine male students were suspended from Bell Middle School for allegedly masturbating while looking at pornography on their cell phones during English class." |
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