Thursday, December 20, 2012

What We Can Do



         
            Sometimes we feel hopeless in the face of tragedy and violence.  Some people retreat into anger or confusion.  Others just shut down.
            I refuse to adhere to just one reaction.  All of us have different emotional make-ups and the issue of gun violence is very complex.  Politics, religion, sex, and where you reside (a city, suburban, rural area) all influence what position you take on whether gun ownership protects or endangers those around you.
            I can only speak from my experience.  I live in the most populous city in the U.S. and am lucky that I have never witnessed a shooting.  I have also worked for almost thirty years in the Bronx and used public transportation every day.  In the high school where I worked in the west Bronx, there were incidents involving student fights and gang violence.  I sometimes had to break up fights in my classroom or assist controlling incidents in the hallways.
            After retirement, I worked for two years at a live-in facility for teenagers who were locked down because they came from detention centers or the psychiatric wards of city hospitals.  They themselves were often the victims of parental and street violence.  Adults who worked at this facility were trained to respond to students who were out-of-control and almost every day there was an alert on the loudspeaker system for such an incident.
            Despite all of these experiences, I never once felt that allowing a security officer or aide to possess a weapon was a solution to these problems.  And I know I would have felt unsafe in an environment with adults and guns.
            On the other hand, I have participated in many situations in which I felt students were unsafe and I, and other teachers, reacted quickly to these events to protect the students.  For example, I remember one morning when the hallways and classrooms were filled with smoke because of a raging fire in the street outside the school.  The school administration issued no announcements over the intercom to evacuate the students so I took it upon myself to lead my class outside the building.
            Once again it was apparent that adults like teachers, parents, security personnel and even teenagers can make their own decisions about how to protect themselves without the use of weapons to control the situation.  Using a weapon only signifies that things are out of control as evidenced by what happened in Newtown on December 14, 2012 and will continue to happen so long as guns are all around us.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

My Personal Dream Act



                                                      My Personal Dream Act
I’ve been reading a lot about the Dream Act lately and how groups of college age immigrants have convinced President Obama to come out in favor of allowing them to stay in the US on temporary visas so they can finish their college educations and/or military service.  I applaud what they’ve achieved and hope the President can convince Congress to make the Dream Act permanent.
            I know many politicians believe that they now need immigrants, especially Hispanics, if they want to get elected in the future.  But that should not be the reason to court young immigrants at this time. 
            I worked with high school age immigrants during the entire time I taught English in the Bronx (almost forty years.)  I can attest, without hesitation, that they were the most serious and ambitious students I ever taught.  Most were older and more mature than their American born classmates and had spent years studying English in their native countries before they came to New York.  Others had been brought here by their parents illegally and had spent all their years in the New York City public schools.
            Most of them shared the same goal: they wanted to go to college in the United States.  One of my Chinese students was so smart that he was programmed for my senior honors class.  We were reading Macbeth.  He used his Chinese/English dictionary constantly to translate Shakespearean English so he could understand the poetry and participate in the discussions and homework assignments assiduously.  He graduated with a high average and was accepted at Princeton where he ended up being a math major.  He eventually returned to New York and became a social studies teacher in the New York City public schools.  He called me when he started working to thank me for being his favorite English teacher and asked me if I would help his future wife, a new immigrant from China, learn English.
            That’s why it amazes me when some people say that immigrants are just taking jobs away from U.S. citizens and collecting welfare from the government for health and housing benefits.  My distant relatives were either immigrants or the children of immigrants.  And my generation was the first to go to college.  My parents also grew up in an era (the depression) that was much worse economically than today’s recession.  I was a child when FDR was still President.  I’ll never forget how my father cried when he heard on the radio about his death in 1945.  So I was just one generation away from being an immigrant.  I always told me students this story when they complained about immigrants taking their jobs away.
            People who follow history or are humane enough to care about other human beings should know better.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

MAMA: Martial Arts Mommy Archives: Magic Oil and the Birth of Jesus

MAMA: Martial Arts Mommy Archives: Magic Oil and the Birth of Jesus: On Monday evening, I covered Maya with a fuzzy blue blanket, gave her a big hug and kiss and said goodnight. This is part one of a bedtime r...