Saturday, March 24, 2012

What is your vision of social transformation, and how far are you willing to go in your capacity as classroom teachers to achieve it?



Even as the news swirls around the senseless death of Trayvon Martin, I am keenly aware of the many other black and brown bodies that are sacrificed for the maintenance of white supremacy.  How do we prepare teachers that are able to meet the oppressive world and sustain the energy to work for substantive change?  How can I, I as a teacher educator, help to nurture future teachers to realize their potential as change agents?

I found a great article here that helped me form my lesson.

This was my response with my capstone Education class at Minneapolis Community and Technical College. We had already read the first two chapters in Troubling Education by Kevin Kumashiro in preparation for this lesson.

I.  Reconstruct what you understand about the killing of Trayvon Martin as a diagram in groups of 4 or 5.   
  • How did race work here?  How did race and politics intersect?  Draw the description on your diagram. 
  • Thinking about hook’s term “white supremacist capitalist patriarchy,” how do you see this at play in this tragedy? 
  • What’s not being said here?  What still needs to be asked?
II.    Video of his classmates walking out.  Think deeply about what happened prior to this walk out that was not supported by administration.
  1. What is the responsibility of his teachers in the face of this tragedy?  What should be expected of them to act?  
  2. What are the expectations for teachers across the country to teach/respond to this tragedy?  How can teachers help students of color analyze oppression, their rights and organize for change?   
  3. Brainstorm at least five different lesson seeds.What do you still need to know?
**One Million Hoodie March for Trayvon Martin at U of M:  Thursday, March 29 at 5:30 p.m. **

III.  Journal:  What is your vision of social transformation, and how far are you willing to go in your capacity as classroom teachers to achieve it?
Underline parts that you wish to share.  Read the sections you feel comfortable sharing.  Ask follow up questions as necessary.

Keep thinking about your response as we continue working.

IV.  Return to the early discussion.  How should we best teach about Trayvon and this tragedy?  How could our lessons work for change?

Let’s lay some key definitions:
*  Other:  In many ways, Trayvon was viewed as inherently Other that night.  His age, skin color and dress all contributed Zimmerman to see him as Other.  Opposite.  Foreign.  His status as “Other” threaded in as the legal response (and law) affirmed that status of Other.
*  Problem with Binaries--Black or White:  How do these binaries reify oppression?  How was Zimmerman cast in a binary with Trayvon, even as it was perhaps more complicated?
*  What is normal?  How does normality affirm this tragedy?

Kumashiro discusses four different approaches to antioppressive education:  Quick mini-lesson/refresher on chapter 2 of Troubling Education.
  • Education for the Other 
    • Problem with how we define and understand what the Other is and who she should be 
    • Power dynamic--still created by the powerful to alleviate the suffering of the Other (for, not with) 
    • Change: adjust  or create spaces to meet the needs of the Other.  This maintains the status as completely Other or suggests assimilation; culturally relevant pedagogy
  •  Education about the Other  
    • Changing, supplementing, enriching the curriculum
    • What is defined as “normal?”  
    • Knowledge inside and outside the classroom--impartial, marginalized;  problem with the “hidden curriculum. 
    • Knowledge as partial is critical--it rests on a notion that you can never fully be the expert 
  •  Education that is critical of privileging and Othering 
    • This acknowledges the power imbalance and structural element 
    • "Pedagogy of positionality”  
    • Structural elements seem to posit that it has the same general effect on individuals...not true and can lead to further oppression
    •  Crisis can lead to resistance
  • Education that changes students and society 
    • This rests on the belief knowledge is partial; identities shift; oppression is citationally reproduced 
      • Share story of my 8th grade student Julian, the brilliant boy who resisted knowledge of slavery as it was only reproducing the oppression within him.  Pause to wonder how Trayvon was as a student. 
    • How does discussing these stereotypes and oppression reify them?   
    • Supplementation:  which to cite and add to the definition; Change means not just to ban harmful words or histories, but to add to it, supplement, and make it new.  
      • Think through the word "queer."    
    •  There is no perfect curriculum; no perfect resource:  Rather, there are questions that inspire critical responses. 
    • Ethics of Crisis 
IV.  Jigsaw: Separate from your home team into four new groups to dig deeply into one of these four approaches to antioppressive education.
  • Help each other understand this approach.  Dig into the text.  Surface quotes that can add to your discussion.
  • What questions emerge?
  • Explore the strengths and weaknesses of this approach.
  • Share examples.  How would this look in practice?

Go back to your homebase team.  Take one minute for each person to share their new nuanced understanding of the approach to antioppressive education.  Ask questions.
Return to our responses as to how to respond to the tragedy of Trayvon Martin.  How would you categorize your lesson plans with these four responses?  
Add to each of the four categories a lesson seed idea.

Take a moment of quiet.  Be with your thoughts.  Listen to what you are thinking.  

Who would like to share?

How do we think about the crisis that can come for our students?  How do you manage it, if it happens?

Return to your earlier journal.  Think about what you wrote.  Consider the different approaches to antioppressive education.  Journal.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Sneaky Seamus

Teeny tiny potatoes!
Green muffins!


The leprechauns snuck into our house last night.  Who can blame them?  We left tiny round rocks on the drain board.  Leprechauns can't help but turn those round rocks into potatoes and leave behind green muffins for good measure. 
Seamus the Leprechaun also promised trickery during Spence's birthday party this afternoon...keep an eye out.

Thursday, March 15, 2012




I am trying to hold on to all of the scraps of conversation that appear like shiny pennies in my path as I rush through life.  Every time Spence opens his mouth, I want to furiously jot down every word in a notebook.  Perhaps I should get a tape recorder and lurk to steal away every word.  This is a beautiful age.  Just like every number before and I suppose every number from here forward.

He's a full hand today.

Usually, he wakes us up by cock-a-doodle dooing.  He didn't this morning, but I hope I can always hear that in my mind as he grows older and forgets to do this.  He bopped into bed between Dave and I this morning and he listened to us warble (me: warble, Dave:  sing) Happy Birthday.  When discussing the prospect of presents, he turned to us and said, "I just want you guys." 

How do I not swirl up and lose myself in those words?  Could there be anything finer?  Doubtful.

When presented with a birthday pancake with a candle, he looked up full of love and said, "Thank you, mama.  Thank you!"  The words...fairly run of the mill words.  But, ah!  The tone.  If I was still a 4th grade girl, I would be able to decorate the words with bubbly cursive and hearts at the bottom of the exclamation point to communicate the tone.

At lunch, he ordered grilled chicken and a salad.  "Now that I am five, I think I will like salad now."  He proceeded to chomp on lettuce and the light green part of cucumbers.  "Maybe I will drink coffee now too," he said barely able to contain the giggles.

We wandered into Sweets on Marshall.   Mindful of the allure of sugar, I reminded him to use your eyes, but do not touch anything.  A few steps in he turns and looks at me a wee bit mournfully.  "We have a problem, Mom.  I can't seem to stop touching the floor." 


Happy Birthday, Spencer. 



Monday, March 12, 2012

There will be fairies tonight.

We tied the muk on the tree for the fairies today.  It had been a long time coming.  There were ample conversations about how the muk was not good for her teeth.  (The threat of braces seems hollow when you are 3.)  We chatted about how muks are very important to babies when they don't have words, but less important when you are able to talk about how you are feeling.  We lured her with promises of chapstick (which she calls "chopstick"). 

She is cuddling 12 tubes of glittery lip gloss tonight.
 
Growing up can be hard sometimes.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Three!


In most ways, I cannot believe Nora is only 3.  How has it only been three short years since she turned our life so much sweeter?  It feels like she has been with us for much longer.  Perhaps it is a sign she is an old soul, so comfortable on this earth.


If she had her druthers, she would subsist only on pasta with Parmesan cheese, yogurt tubes, 'yogurt with a spoon,' and Clif bars.  She wants to be a butterfly when she gets older. 
Or maybe a ballerina. 

She loves me, Papa, Spencer, Dallas and daffodils.  Nora is a gifted storyteller and practices daily...hourly really.  Lately, she has been taking to recording all of her thoughts in little notebooks.  Working carefully at writing, although she is more interested in creating her own symbols. 

Her rainbow party was quite a hit.  She screamed with joy when she saw the decorations.  Rainbow themed food, rainbow aprons with shiny jewels and puff balls, and of course lots and lots of stickers.  It was a strict "only Addies" guest list, with the only exception being Bubbeh.

What a day.  What a kid!

Friday, November 11, 2011

On Veteran's Day

I saw only the back of his head as he darted out of the room.  I took a mental tally of what had been happening.  I studied the faces of those he had been working with only to see smiles and the hum of productive conversation.  It was odd.  Something in the basement air twisted.

As quickly as he darted out, he was back.  I saw the pink marks around his wide eyes.  Hands in his pocket.  He seemed smaller even as he towered above me.  "Can I talk to you...outside?"

I followed him as he jagged out the door.  "I have PTSD and I am triggered."  His brown eyes were even wider.  "I am not sure why."  His skin was marbeling pink.  I could sense his heart racing.  I resisted the urge to hug him, to push back the fear.  I listened instead.

On this Veteran's Day, I know the drill.  I am to feel grateful.  Thankful.  And I am.  Yet, this sits with anger.  Young men and women are expected to sacrifice what they do not even know they are giving.  And a lifetime is spent recovering, reflecting and attempting to move forward.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Blueberry Girl

"Ladies of light and ladies of dark and ladies of never you mind--This is a prayer for a blueberry girl."

Nor and I have taken to reading and rereading and reading one more time for good measure Neil Gaimen's Blueberry Girl.  It starts with a beautiful picture of a reclining redheaded woman, almost 9 months of babe in her belly.  Nora points and says "Mama."  I neglect to tell her that I looked more like the planet Mars with a small pimple of a head on top.  And then she points to the belly and grins.  "Nora." 

"Keep her from spindles and sleeps at sixteen, let her stay waking and wise.  Nightmares at three or bad husbands at thirty, these will not trouble her eyes."

I venture into asking her what she remembers about growing in my belly. 
 "Warm," she says plainly. 

What was it like when you were born? 
"I was really sad.  I cried a lot.  And then I had milk, strawberry milk."

"Words can be worrisome, people complex, motives and manners unclear....this is a prayer for a blueberry girl."

When I ask her if she is a blueberry girl, she tilts her head and grins with astonishment.  "No!  I have no costume."  A strawberry girl?  She just shakes her head.  Silly mama.

Again?