Been getting a lot of these popping up on my feed lately.
Treat me like I’m quite sophisticated in terms of critical race theory, various social theories on gender, race, class, and the intersectionalities therein.
But also, understand that, as a regular old classroom teacher, I bust my ass every single day. I get in at 7:30, leave at about 5:30, with an hour or so of additional work at home most weekdays. I’ve spent thousands of dollars on new teaching tools, supplies, food, each and every school year.
Additionally, bear in mind that my views are very different, albeit based on research and years of careful study, and this always puts a target on my back.
So, here’s a comment I made, please tell me where I’m wrong. I genuinely want to know.
Here’s the thing. Articles like this, they underscore important conversations and actions that will/need to happen, and will/need/to happen regardless of my participation. Let me give you an example. I teach K at Malcolm X ES in SE DC. Been there three years. Left the relative safety/banality of higher education. Actually, higher education left me. I work in a system where admin drinks, markets, and manufactures the education reform Kool-Aide.
Articles like this tell me, as a white teacher in a school that is 100% AA and 100% FARMS, ditch the privilege. I get it, but as a teacher with no status, no leg to stand on, and no leverage, constantly scrutinized by central office, privilege is all I have left to use to defend my students from exploitation and really bad ideas. Privilege is all I have to use to get answers about why our school is constantly threatened with closure. When I show up at a DC Council meeting to ask why we don’t find out if our school is open or not the next SY until April or May, you’re bet I’m going to pull out that privilege and speak my mind. But by all means, you want to spend thousands of dollars of your own money supplementing our really crappy school budget, buy your kids snack every day because we eat lunch at 10:45 and they’re starving by 1PM, by all means, I’ll pack my privilege up and move along.