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The Schott 50 State Report on Public Education and Black Males: We All Should Pay Attention

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

Forty-seven percent of Black American males graduate from high school in the U.S.  In other words, the majority of black boys are not graduating from high school in the United States of America.

The 47% takes all states into account, from Maine, with a 98% graduation rate, to New York, with just 25% of black males graduating high school.  New York, with so much power and privilege, alarmingly comes out with the highest rank on the Education Inequity Index in The Schott 50 State Report on Public Education and Black Males.  But its much maligned neighbor, Newark, NJ (and NJ in general) gets much higher marks and stands out as models of educational justice in the Schott Foundation’s recent report, posted here.

From SchottFoundation.org

I am grateful for the information analyzed and offered to the public from this important work.  I am not the mother of black boys.  I don’t have to be.  As long as such stark inequalities characterize our country’s education systems, and our zip codes determine whether our boys are more likely to graduate high school or go to jail, I’m profoundly affected.  We are paying the price in millions of lives essentially lost, while we continue to see ourselves as the greatest country in the world.  This profound disconnect is unsustainable, unpalatable, unjust – and these adjectives seem totally inadequate to describe the feeling.   They only begin to touch on America’s challenges competing in the global economy with so much lost human potential.

The Schott Foundation report shows that “systemic disparities evident by race, social class, or zip code are influenced more by the social policies and practices that WE put in place to distribute educational opportunities and resources and less by the abilities of Black males.”  The numbers show it’s not because the boys can’t or don’t want to succeed.  We need to pay attention.  What’s going on at the classroom level?  At the school board meeting?  Who’s slipping between the cracks?  How do staffing, training, resource allocation decisions disproportionately affect a particular group of people?

The report identifies some of the steps that can be taken to remedy the situation, all within reach, like: Ensuring access to high quality early education, access to highly effective teachers, college preparatory curricula and equitable instructional resources. Ensuring safe and educationally sound living and learning communities through community wraparound supports and multi-sector partnerships like the National CARES Mentoring program. By working together, we can build the movement needed to guarantee every child, regardless of race and gender, a fair and substantive opportunity to learn and fully participate in our democratic society.  So, we need deliberate, intense focus; we’ll have to start early and stay late (e.g., before Kindergarten and have strong after-school and weekend programs, like the model that’s working at the Harlem Children’s Zone).

One criticism has come from Why Boys Fail author Richard Whitmire, on the Education Week blog, as nowhere in the report are girls mentioned; all the comparisons are to white males.  Twice as many African-American females graduate from college as African-American men, so the omission is relevant.  Black women’s educational attainment has been analyzed extensively elsewhere, so perhaps to adequately focus on this issue, the authors chose to isolate and confront male achievement exclusively.  The lack of analysis of girls’ achievement doesn’t take away from the power of the report’s findings.

The “black boys report” underscores the great potential we are throwing away, at the cost of millions of lives.  I’m reminded of a quotation from Baha’u’llah“Regard man as a mine rich in gems of inestimable value.  Education can, alone, cause it to reveal its treasures, and enable mankind to benefit therefrom.” Underlying this vision is a conviction that each human being was “created noble,” with talents to be mined out for the benefit of all humanity.  The purpose of education is less about filling an empty vessel with knowledge, and more about bringing out inherent gifts.  If we could enact policy, allocate budgets, and create curricula with this nobility of all in mind, individuals of any background could thrive and contribute with dignity, thus making our country – and our world – a better, stronger, happier place.  These are the qualities that help make countries’ statistics look brilliant.

A Different Take on Michelle Obama’s Spain Vacation

Monday, August 16th, 2010

My family and I have just returned from  an unforgettable vacation, which, given the firestorm in the U.S. press, I’m a little embarrassed to admit, and feel I need to justify:  We went to Spain – at the same time as Michelle and Sasha Obama and girlfriends, and to many of the same spots (though in different lodgings).  It was my husband and my 20th Wedding Anniversary, and to save for this trip we set aside an amount from paychecks each month for a Travel Fund to make it possible.  I’m well aware this remains an incredible privilege on many levels, but I felt compelled to share what Mrs. Obama’s trip looked like from the perspective “over there.”

As many are aware, Spain, known for gorgeous landscapes, beaches and soccer players, seductive flamenco, fine art and architecture is also marked by a millennium of outright racism, ethnic cleansing, and stark brutality, well into the 20th Century.  With democracy opening in the country since 1975, it is now celebrated as a vibrant center of art and soul and beauty and relaxation – but nowhere is perfect.  Friends of ours who have resettled into Spain bemoaned the surprising levels of bias voiced openly against anyone not Catholic and fair-skinned.  While historically rich and gorgeous cities like Toledo, Seville and Granada flourished thanks to the peaceful coexistence of Jews, Muslims and Catholics for as much as seven hundred years, long Holy Wars, the Inquisition, Civil War, and dictatorship have left bitter remainders of prejudice in too many hearts and minds and institutions.

So, I found the on-the-ground response to Mrs. Obama’s visit to Southern Spain quite remarkable.  As we drove through the nearby countryside, radio stations eagerly reported everything from tips on how crowds could fight the heat while waiting hours to catch a glimpse of the First Lady’s visit at a nearby Cathedral, to Sasha’s favorite ice cream flavor ordered earlier that day at a popular shop.  It was as if the dignity of this strong, stylish, smart, black American woman, mother, professional and leader captured the highest ideals of their nation and might even help them atone for their past sins and present economic woes.

Spanish Crowds Wave American Flags

Deliberate or not, Mrs. Obama’s itinerary (which I gathered from the local radio reports) seemed to mock anyone clinging to old prejudices:  In one city she visited the main Cathedral first, then went to the 11th Century Moorish (Muslim) palace.  That same day the group also ventured up to the caves of the Gypsies, where traditional local music has been performed for centuries.   The glossy magazine Hola! (think People magazine obsessed with the royal families of Europe) covered Mrs. Obama’s trip, including the visit to the Gypsies, one of the most continuously reviled, marginalized minority groups on the continent, and certainly not among the glamorized set.  Photos show her clapping and enjoying the flamenco folklore, and might be one of the first instances of the culture shown in a positive light among the magazine’s glitterati.  The constant, enthusiastic news reports about the Obama visit in Spanish media carried a strong message between the lines:  these Americans come in all colors, interests, and backgrounds.  They can show us how to value our own minorities and marginalized.  This is what makes them so awesome.  We are their friends.  We want to be like them.  They respect us and value our cultural contributions, as we value theirs.

Mrs. Obama with gypsies of Granada, Spain

I wish Mrs. Obama’s trip would have cost zero taxpayer dollars, but the reality is that anywhere the First Lady travels she’ll need Secret Service and a private plane.  They can’t stay at a youth hostel, or squeeze their towels like sardines on the packed Mediterranean beach.  As I read some of the Twitterati’s criticism, beyond the cost, it seemed that the very act of taking her daughter off American soil and (gasp!) enjoying this experience denoted a cardinal sin.  Giving her daughter the gift of foreign travel is a priceless privilege, made particularly sweet by the joy and wonder that comes with Sasha’s young age.  Travelling outside our borders can become a goal for any family or child, as a uniquely enriching, attainable, affordable experience (particularly through scholarships for youth, like those offered by Rotary International and NSLI-Y, or exchanges like AFS; click here for more ideas on raising children with a global perspective even without travel).

If any American travelling abroad instantly serves as an informal cultural ambassador, the First Family’s visit certainly had an impact beyond fun.  In April 2004 Spain withdrew troops from the Coalition of the Willing fighting in Iraq, amidst an overwhelming wave of anti-American, anti-war feeling.  The presence of Mrs. Obama and the pride for the USA evoked by her image and visit among the Spanish and Europe in general is helping steer sentiment back in a positive direction toward America.  The price to pay for stronger alliances, customers for American products, and good-will is certainly worth a few nights in a five-star hotel or missing her husband’s birthday dinner one year.

When Holidays Converge – A Teachable Moment (cross-posted at www.momsrising.org)

Monday, April 5th, 2010

I breathe a sigh of relief today as my children return to school from Spring Break and our routines resume.  Before the hectic pace kicks in, though, it’s worth considering the confluence of events that just took place.  President Obama’s weekly address to the nation recognized this – “to call on people of all faiths and nonbelievers to remember our shared spirit of humanity. All people know the value of work, health, education, and community. This week is a time to be mindful of this common bond which is at the heart of all the world’s great religions.”

The Golden Rule expressed by the world's faithsThe Golden Rule expressed by the world’s faiths

available from interfaithresources.com

I’m struck that the President exhorted Americans this week “to be mindful.”  The big, tough, divisive issues aren’t going away anytime soon.  But as parents who want better for our children, one of the best things we can do is “to be mindful” and try to introduce as much peace in their turbulent lives as we can.  We can talk about the convergence of holidays over the past few days – whether we celebrated an Easter mass, hid plastic eggs, shared a Seder, rejoiced for the final day of eating Matzo, shared a picnic for the last day in the ancient Iranian rite of Spring, cheered at a regatta, survived an earthquake, or dusted off a bicycle.  This conversation recognizes differences.  It also gives a sense of belonging – to a human family.  Talking with our children around concepts that don’t fit so neatly in one little box, but begin to touch on issues like unity, diversity, respect, grace, devotion, and tradition help equip them more capably as actors in a vibrant democracy.  Likewise, exploring The Golden Rule as expressed in various faiths helps show that at the root, we share basic values.  These conversations can help them gain a better sense of their own identity; so questions like “who am I and why am I here?” can be explored by thinking about “who are they and why do they think they are here?”

The convergence of multiple holidays serves as a teachable moment, to launch an on-going exploration of what matters with our kids.  So, take a deep breath, be mindful, and talk about it – even as the busy-ness of life creeps in again.

A Tribute We Didn’t Choose for Black History Month

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

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It’s Black History Month and I recently was inspired by the posting on Lori Tharps’ My American Meltingpot blog offering concrete activities to celebrate the month.  But I didn’t think I’d have such a different experience to add to her list – attending the funeral of an African American friend.  On Friday, the calm day before the “snowtastrophe” that dumped two feet of snow, hubby and I spent the day at The Celebration of the Life of Franklin Delano Kinder, one of our first friends in Philly.  My eyes stung through the weekend from the range of emotion – laughing and crying – of that day.  Pausing from our routine to focus on the life of one dear friend allowed us to honor him and what he lived for, and it also felt like a re-centering and a cleansing of our own hearts.  The fact that we will miss him so painfully much only reflects how much he loved and was loved, and to remember how important it is to take time to nurture the friendships that sustain us.

Toward the end of the stream of remembrances, all with the common theme of how Frank infused love in all he did, Ethel Henderson, auntie to seemingly hundreds (including me), told the packed rows of mourners to turn around and look at the people seated in the hall and the overflow room.  “What do you notice?  You are like the flowers in a garden.  Look how varied you are.  Look at what you reflect.  This is what Frank lived for.  To bring people together.  To understand and love one another.”

From Acel Moore’s tribute to Frank:

“When Ummuna Gebre of Eritrea telephoned the Baha’i center in Washington, DC to ask questions, Frank answered – and later said he knew from that first conversation that he and Ummuna would marry.”  It’s been 37 years since they married.  Frank attended Cheyney University while their two daughters, Azeb and Almaz, were babies, and graduated with an A-average and as President of his class.  To his surprise, he then was accepted to the Graduate School of Education at Harvard University.  After earning a graduate degree, he dedicated himself to a life of service, working with Head Start programs, as an elementary and middle school teacher, and then developing after-school and educational programs for new housing projects in Philadelphia.  He served for 30 years as a member of the Local Spiritual Assembly of the Baha’is of Philadelphia.  As Mr. Moore’s eulogy described, he was sustained by the belief “that humanity is one single race and that the day has come for people to unite in peace as a single, global civilization.”  And:  “He died as he had lived:  surrounded by prayers, laughter, song, friends and family…”

When we joined the family for the “repast” we were delighted by a range of tastes and experiences.  Just inside the door, two women wearing the traditional white gauze dress and headscarf of Eritrea were stooped over, pouring sweet, dark coffee they brewed over a single flame burner and poured precisely in the dainty cups, evoking an exotic oasis. In the next room were Ethiopian spicy stews and flat injera breads rolled neatly; American fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, and cooked greens; Italian penne and meatballs and more – all prepared by friends and family who pitched in to serve multitudes.  While filling up on the meal, it felt good to hear the humming of conversation, a young friend’s gentle strumming on a bass in the background, connect with old and new friends, and play peek-a-boo or hold the toddlers who cheered up the room.  I loved that the pure and joyous spirit of several young children was allowed to be part of dear Frank’s “home-going,” reminding me of how natural this cycle is, even though it’s never easy.

It’s hard to imagine our extended community without Frank’s bellowing singing, deep laughter, or ready hugs.  I hope his family felt comfort as I believe his friends did, in the coming together of so many diverse “flowers in the garden” from so many parts of his life.  The fact this took place during Black History Month also reminded me that so many ordinary people are committed to racial harmony, conveying this simply through the actions of their daily lives.  We can honor the history by forming friendships that cross barriers in the present.  These small steps might not make it in the history books, but embody what heroes like Dr. King and even Mr. Kinder lived for.

Talking to My Children About Injustice, Praying About it, and the Trial for 7 Innocents in Tehran

Monday, January 11th, 2010

Once school started the first week of January, everyone’s schedules kicked into high gear.  But something stopped my family in our tracks last week, and each day for the last few, we found time to get together

These are the five men and two women who go on trial at 5 pm EST (noon Tuesday in Tehran) before their arrest in 2008.

These are the five men and two women who go on trial at 5 pm EST (noon Tuesday in Tehran) before their arrest in 2008.

to pray, beseech, contemplate and think beyond our immediate circumstances.  In spite of the busy-ness, we acknowledged so many bounties, particularly, the freedom to worship however we wish.

Over the winter holidays, in spite of our wish to tune out news media, a steady stream of disturbing reports out of Iran, the homeland where my husband and I are unlikely to live again, came.  All spelling doom or status quo or foreign meddling or regime change, depending whose website you followed.

Finally, last week things took a harsher turn when the accusations, random mass arrests, and further crackdown on the population, including the peace-loving Baha’i community escalated in Iran.  Homes were raided.  Men and women arrested.  A trial date for seven Baha’i leaders accused of “spreading corruption on earth” confirmed for Tuesday, January 12. New trumped up charges of hiding weapons and ammunition in the Baha’is’ homes and inciting riots indicated a new intensity of the crackdown.  Anyone who knows the littlest bit about Baha’i beliefs realizes these as preposterous accusations.  CNN cited the “downright fabric[ations]” and “blatant lie” of these “completely unbelievable” charges.

Today around 5 pm EST (this is noon Tuesday in Tehran) the trial of seven Baha’i “leaders” in Iran, 5 men and 2 women, who have been detained for close to two years, is scheduled to begin. For months they had been denied access to their lawyer, Nobel Peace Prize laureate Shirin Ebadi and her team, as well as other elements of due process.  The trial was postponed a few times already, each at the last minute, spurring its own mental anguish for the detainees and those who care about them.   By all accounts from their activity before arrest, these women and men were law-abiding pillars of their communities, courageous to defend the down-trodden, and admired for their qualities like being honest, hard-working, and morally beyond reproach.  Theirs were “lives of service”.

Conditions surrounding the trial date this time forebode the worst for these innocent targets.  The world keeps saying “never again” and it somehow doesn’t seem to make much difference.  In the case of this week’s show-trial in Iran, we’re not talking about large numbers of lives, but it does represent one more of the atrocities of our time:  a case of systematic, conscious targeting, the sowing of hatred and doubt among the population, resulting in vicious physical attacks, murders, and the loss of basic rights and freedoms among the country’s largest religious minority.

I don’t like to talk to my children about how horrible human beings can be to one another.  I want to equip them with optimism, possibility, and faith in people’s goodness.  So, I focus on the strength and resolve of those innocently imprisoned.  I have talked with my older daughters about what kinds of lives those imprisoned led; and when we pray for them, our focus is less “please God, don’t kill them.”  After all, it’s not God killing them.  But we do pray for their safety and freedom.  We pray for their strength.  We pray for justice, compassion, even for the international community to speak out and not stand by mute while such injustice and indignity to continue.  We pray to remember.  If the world moves on and forgets or ignores such on-going horrors, we will never see peace.  We talk about how strong and courageous they have remained in the face of terrible trials and ordeals.  This was shared with the world when the journalist Roxana Saberi mentioned how her shared cell with these Baha’i women served as a strength and inspiration to her, helping her pass the darkest days behind bars in the notorious Evin prison.

Of course, the effort of our taking time out from our day to pray for the innocents does imply injustice lurks in the world.  Even my six-year old understands this to some extent.  She has a sense of “unfair” and “not nice” and danger.  To realize the world is not all hearts and flowers and play dates can be part of their consciousness even while we teach hope, compassion, forgiveness and love.  This is so different from instilling fear or a doomsday attitude.  We focus on the good people who display these positive qualities all over the world and don’t give up, from all walks of life.  These are the true heroes among us.  They inspire and offer purpose to our lives, and remind us that the freedom to worship and believe as we wish is a great gift.  And I feel hopeful that sharing their inspiration might contribute to our children’s generation possibly being the one that will actually never forget.  For now, the anticipation looms heavy in my heart and I can’t forget.

Tearing Down Walls

Monday, November 9th, 2009

Today’s a big deal: The 20th anniversary of the Berlin Wall’s fall.  Do you remember where you were that day?  I was working in Kenya at the time, on an early micro-lending program, taking our cues from the young (now famed) Grameen Bank in Bangladesh, to support the development of women-owned businesses.  I remember one of my Kenyan co-workers (his name was Justus, pronounced “justice”, may he RIP) brought his radio to the office and a few of us gathered around to hear the unbelievable news over the BBC.

I recall one of my thoughts that day:  an experience from the year before.  I was in a graduate international relations class where I got to know and appreciate a group of classmates we affectionately called the “Joint Chiefs of Staff.”  They were West Point or ROTC grads from various universities and most had returned from service with NATO before starting grad school.  Coming from Southern California to the program, I had never had direct contact with military officers.  I admit I was deeply intimidated and/or afraid of these guys when I met them.  I’m probably still intimidated, but for different reasons.  I got to know them for their integrity, great sense of humor, outstanding work ethic, willingness to help out a classmate anytime, and overall, just for being great guys.  It’s been my privilege to know them.

On November 9, 1989 when the Berlin Wall fell, though, I felt I’d scored a victory over our Joint Chiefs.  In class the previous year they argued “Realpolitik,” that there was no chance for peace with the Soviet enemies, and a symbol like the Berlin Wall was essentially impenetrable, short of a military option.  Sounding hopelessly naïve, I stammered an argument around “peace is possible!”   I had long been influenced by views like those espoused in The Promise of World Peace.

We’re still a long way from whirled peas world peace, but I always remember this experience (“It IS possible – the wall could come down peacefully!”) when I need to restore my optimism that things can get better in our world.  One of the ideas that’s really stuck with me from The Promise of World Peace is a “paralyzing contradiction” in world affairs:  good people WANT peace, but don’t think it’s possible.  We need to believe in the possibility of peace in order to realize it and work for it.  Another way of looking at this:  Pray for rain and carry an umbrella.  The fall of the Berlin Wall reminds us that anything is possible. (As with most victories, there were casualties, though, and one I don’t hear people talking about is the fact that the U.S. foreign aid budget to poor countries in Africa and elsewhere was decimated as attention moved to the former Soviet bloc.  But that’s for another post…)

Perhaps more difficult than tearing down a crumbling, physical wall is attacking the walls each of us carries more subtly:  the barriers that keep us apart, whether they are economic, racial, religious, cultural, or whatever.  On top of the old baggage, our society seems very good at creating new biases:  stay-at-home vs. working moms and dads; overweight, undertall, over-aged, under-employed, kinky-haired, straight-laced, red, blue, and more.

Most of us want better for our future.  Our kids didn’t grow up with a looming concrete wall between East and West; let’s not erect new ones.

Do you remember where you were when the wall fell?  Do you have some ideas to share for helping kids confront potential biases, to avoid new walls going up?  I’d love to hear your memories, and your ideas.

P.S.  If you have a few minutes, see this meditation on what the wall is inspiring these days – sort of like turning swords into plowshares: turning the Wall into art.