A civic engagement meeting ...
Greater Cincinnati is at an important crossroads. Our region is endowed with exceptional resources, yet there is no clear cut comprehensive picture for using them to achieve continued social progress, economic prosperity, and community building.
Please come to this meeting to make your voice be heard ...
When: January 31, 2008
Where: Hamilton County BMR/DD Support Center at 1520 Madison Road
Who: Individuals, parents/family members, providers and staff
Register with John Romer at 559-6720 or write John.romer@hamilton-co.org
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
While You Were Way
Dear Dr. King,
Just last year, my sister came home wondering why everyone laughed at her when she asked, "Am I African-American?"
I don't understand, either, why the teacher also thought it was funny so much that she did a "all right class, let's show Lily what African American means" by asking the students to stand up if they were "African American."
The teacher thought her question was so funny, she made a point to call my Mom about it later that night. She was surprised she would say something so absurd in a classroom. To think, to ask a question in a classroom seemed out of sorts to this woman.
"Generally she's cooperative and helpful in the classroom," I heard her say as my Mom put the speaker phone on followed by a "I didn't know Lily was such a crack up."
My mom said to me quietly cupping her hand over the receiver that she could smell the teacher's peppermint breath.
My mom asked "Well ...what do you mean?" pretending not to know anything, offering the teacher her a chance for final redemption.
"Oh.... it was the funniest thing really ..." she went on ending with "she's such a sweet and cooperative kid, I was just so surprised that she would ask a question like that. Surely she's made that connection."
I don't remember exactly where the conversation went after that but it wasn't too long before my mother said, "nice talking to you and good bye." But can you imagine, Dr. King?
Can you image a child asking a question in a classroom? A question "like that?" What does it mean?
Is it so hard for a teacher to imagine a child growing up in world not knowing about prejudice or labels? A teacher who cannot imagine a child growing up in a world who doesn't see black or white? A teacher who cannot imagine a curious child exploring a world without experiencing physical barriers?
Who teacher who cannot imagine a world that embraces each other's differences instead of valuing only what we share in common?
Your's truly,
Elisabeth
Just last year, my sister came home wondering why everyone laughed at her when she asked, "Am I African-American?"
I don't understand, either, why the teacher also thought it was funny so much that she did a "all right class, let's show Lily what African American means" by asking the students to stand up if they were "African American."
The teacher thought her question was so funny, she made a point to call my Mom about it later that night. She was surprised she would say something so absurd in a classroom. To think, to ask a question in a classroom seemed out of sorts to this woman.
"Generally she's cooperative and helpful in the classroom," I heard her say as my Mom put the speaker phone on followed by a "I didn't know Lily was such a crack up."
My mom said to me quietly cupping her hand over the receiver that she could smell the teacher's peppermint breath.
My mom asked "Well ...what do you mean?" pretending not to know anything, offering the teacher her a chance for final redemption.
"Oh.... it was the funniest thing really ..." she went on ending with "she's such a sweet and cooperative kid, I was just so surprised that she would ask a question like that. Surely she's made that connection."
I don't remember exactly where the conversation went after that but it wasn't too long before my mother said, "nice talking to you and good bye." But can you imagine, Dr. King?
Can you image a child asking a question in a classroom? A question "like that?" What does it mean?
Is it so hard for a teacher to imagine a child growing up in world not knowing about prejudice or labels? A teacher who cannot imagine a child growing up in a world who doesn't see black or white? A teacher who cannot imagine a curious child exploring a world without experiencing physical barriers?
Who teacher who cannot imagine a world that embraces each other's differences instead of valuing only what we share in common?
Your's truly,
Elisabeth
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