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Kill Your Teacher: Corruption And Racism in Los Angeles City Schools
frontpagemag ^ | November 13, 2006 | Lee Kaplan

Posted on 11/14/2006 2:38:56 PM PST by Main Street

Nachum Shifren is an ordained rabbi in Los Angeles who spent 18 years of his life as a secondary school teacher in the Los Angeles Unified School District. He was also known as the "Surfing Rabbi" because of his abilities as a former professional surfer. He is quite familiar with youth culture and can be a pretty hip fellow -- despite his long beard, yarmulke and phylacteries that hang from his waistband. His level of coolness, however, never prepared him for a public school system where he received a death threat in class by a student and, on another day, found his classroom burnt to the ground.

Shifren's book, Kill Your Teacher: Corruption And Racism in Los Angeles City Schools, is a harrowing, yet brief tome by a Rabbi who details his pedagogical trials. He tells how he continually landed in hot water with school administrators for demanding even the most rudimentary tasks from students in order to help them learn something. The administrators had a greater priority: to advance and graduate students who lack any of the knowledge they will need to function later in life.

Shifren was a Spanish language teacher at Dorsey High School in Los Angeles. He was eventually run out of the school system for not caving in to administrators who, as he shows, condoned tardiness, failure to bring even paper and pencils to class, rudeness -- and outright violence and assaults against teachers. Moreover, outside political activists were allowed to excuse errant and sometimes violent behavior by students in the classroom in an official capacity.

The Rabbi received accolades from fellow educators and even well-known leaders in the Black and Hispanic communities, such as Reverend Jesse Lee Peterson, Ezola Foster, and even US Congressman Dana Rohrbacher. All of them approved Shifren's attempts to get his students to become educated members of society. Nonetheless, Shifren spent years battling an administration that would not even support him when his life was in danger from death threats by gang members and hooligans in his classroom.

Shifren also fell prey to parents who encouraged such behavior from their children. But it was school administrator Evelyn Mahmud who was ultimately promoted by the school district and became his arch nemesis. After Shifren's classroom was burned down, resulting in hundreds of thousands of dollars in damage, Mahmud called the Rabbi into her office, threatened his tenure at Dorsey and urged him to get students to "like him" more. Being liked in this case, of course, required not teaching students or making sure they learned something.

Why didn't the students like Shifren? For starters, he demanded they come to class on time and not wander around the room visiting friends during instruction and bring paper and pencils to class to do their work. He further aggravated the system by demanding students turn in homework on time with proper punctuation and grammar and do class assignments. Shifren was also a victim of reverse racism; being a white teacher and a religious Jew, he worked in an inner city school populated with mainly Black and Latino kids.

Shifren tells of his referral of one student to the principal's office for discipline for stabbing another student in class with a pencil. The student soon returned to class with a taxpayer-paid community activist, designated as a "parent rep," who screamed at him in front of the class. "I'm tired of you kicking Black kids out of your class," she yelled. But Shifren points out that every student in his class was Black.

Being recognized as an Orthodox Jew also made Shifren a target. Some students made anti-Semitic remarks openly to him during class time -- and the administration refused to apply any discipline. This culminated in one parent of a problem student complaining to the school district that Shifren was teaching Hebrew in his Spanish class. Whenever Shifren compared the names of parents who sent complaints about him, no matter how outlandish, they always matched those of the students who were repeatedly causing disciplinary problems. In each case, the usual evidence of lack of class participation, goofing off, or absence of homework was apparent.

Shifren attributes a lot of these problems to what he calls a period of "pay back" by certain minorities who believe previous injustices excuse the need to learn. In their minds, students should be advanced to higher levels because they are oppressed -- even if they are ill-equipped to survive in a competitive society. Shifren touchingly recounts how, while working at a prison ranch as a teacher years later, he was approached by one of his former students, who by that time was an inmate. The student literally began crying to the Rabbi about his circumstances because he was graduated without even having the ability to read or fill out a work application. In a more ominous tone, Shifren recounts how one student at his school was murdered for his tennis shoes and how his classroom of students expressed little remorse or objection to the killing. And the reaction of the school administration was little better to this general indifference.

Shifren writes of how he was deliberately ignored by his administrators in regards to his repeated requests for an American flag to be put in his classroom so that the pledge of allegiance could be recited. He also proposed to an administrator that December 7th, 1941 be marked as a day of remembrance for Pearl Harbor on the heels of month long celebrations for Cinco De Mayo and Martin Luther King's birthday. But he he was informed that the day would not be earmarked because it might be "offensive to Asian students."

The last quarter of the book contains an account of a female colleague of Shifren's, another teacher who was beaten down continually despite an honest desire to help her students. Many days she was forced to hold class outside on the grass or on the football bleachers because the school would not even provide her chairs for her students. She also recounts harrowing tales of lockdowns with SWAT teams on campus and administrators who were always curiously absent the days such developments occurred.

This book is a powerful example of how the political correctness and reverse racism on our college campuses seep into other corridors of our educational system. College graduates become the very teachers and school administrators that Shifren describes in his book.

Taxpayers, educators, concerned parents of children in high school and anyone concerned with the state of education in America should read Kill Your Teacher for insight about what is happening to our schools -- and what we can expect from the next generations of students emerging from them.

It isn't a pretty picture.

TOPICS: Crime/Corruption; Culture/Society; Government; News/Current Events
KEYWORDS: discrimination; jewish; judaism; lausd; liberalism; losangeles; poverty; publicschools; racism; school; teacher; teaching; underclass
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1 posted on 11/14/2006 2:38:57 PM PST by Main Street
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To: Main Street
2 posted on 11/14/2006 2:40:31 PM PST by oyez (Why is it that egalitarians act like royalty?)
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To: Main Street

Future voters of tomorrow. IMHO the qualifications for voting should be raised.

3 posted on 11/14/2006 2:42:29 PM PST by chit*chat
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To: Main Street

You mean it isn't all the teachers' fault? (sarc)

4 posted on 11/14/2006 2:43:22 PM PST by swmobuffalo (The only good terrorist is a dead terrorist.)
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To: Main Street

LA School System: Paris West

5 posted on 11/14/2006 2:46:07 PM PST by RoadTest ( He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches. -Rev. 3:6)
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To: Tax-chick

Library list.

6 posted on 11/14/2006 2:47:40 PM PST by Tax-chick (Your friends are very small. They do not speak Greek.)
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To: Main Street

The People's Republic of California. What a cesspool.

7 posted on 11/14/2006 2:47:52 PM PST by Jaysun (Let's not ruin this moment with words.)
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To: chit*chat

Agreed. And I think a strong argument should be made that only those that pay taxes should get to vote.

8 posted on 11/14/2006 2:49:55 PM PST by lesko
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To: Main Street

The egalitarian quest for a utopia always ends in a dystopia. No personal moral standards or beliefs results in an ungovernable society that self destructs over a long period of time.

9 posted on 11/14/2006 2:51:34 PM PST by shrinkermd
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To: Alouette

Why are his phylacteries hanging from his waistband? Don't they mean tsitzit?

10 posted on 11/14/2006 2:51:44 PM PST by Yaelle
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To: Main Street

Public schools: educating our future criminals.

11 posted on 11/14/2006 2:53:21 PM PST by billybudd
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To: shrinkermd

The egalitarian quest for a utopia always ends in a dystopia. No personal moral standards or beliefs results in an ungovernable society that self destructs over a long period of time.
Well put -- and it is going to get worse. Brought to the REAL American citizen by your pols in Washington, DC.

No accountability = no country

12 posted on 11/14/2006 2:54:56 PM PST by EagleUSA (T)
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To: Main Street
But he he was informed that the day would not be earmarked because it
might be "offensive to Asian students."

I'm sure it would have ticked off the Chinese kids who's great-grandparents
suffered along with the AVG, were persecuted (and killed) for assissting
Doolittle's Raiders, and finally got substantive aid from the USA after
Pearl Harbor.

The rabbi would have only gotten support if he'd run the event bashing
white America for detaining Japanese (and Americans of Japanese descent)
during WWII.
But one positive sidebar to that would have been this: he could have
explained why the National Guard building at Wishire Blvd. and
San Vicente is named after Sadao Munemori.
(A "Go-For-Broke" guy who jumped on a grenade in WWII)
13 posted on 11/14/2006 2:54:59 PM PST by VOA
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To: Main Street

Our Mecha-member mayor should be told about this. Then he can have the pleasure of laughing at the stupid gringos who elected him.

14 posted on 11/14/2006 2:57:41 PM PST by Nachum
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To: Jaysun

Could be worse, could be Alabama

15 posted on 11/14/2006 2:58:13 PM PST by SF Republican
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To: SF Republican
Could be worse, could be Alabama

Please explain?
16 posted on 11/14/2006 3:00:44 PM PST by Jaysun (Let's not ruin this moment with words.)
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To: Main Street
Sad article. Genuinely sad.

As a sort of relief, I offer the solace of the poet's muse:

by Tyrone Green

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Watchdog barking. Do he bite?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Slip in his window. Break his neck.

Then his house I start to wreck.

Got no reason. What the heck?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

C-I-L my land lord!

17 posted on 11/14/2006 3:00:48 PM PST by Stultis
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To: Main Street
Shifren writes of how he was deliberately ignored by his administrators in regards to his repeated requests for an American flag to be put in his classroom so that the pledge of allegiance could be recited.

If it meant that much to him, he could have bought one of his own and displayed it. If he didn't want to spend the money, I bet the local VFW would have donated one.

18 posted on 11/14/2006 3:00:55 PM PST by Romney08 (Kingdom above all else.)
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To: Main Street

I'm trying to find it, but there was a similar article, probably in Frontpagemag as well, about a person that had worked on the Gore campaign. Well he enlisted in some program to go into the urban schools in Washington D.C. He left a lot less optimistic than when he went in. I think he actually got sued for a lot of money by one of the parents. The students were out of control. You couldn't do anything to correct them. The parents were violent and rascist. The school administration did nothing to help. It was a terrible story much like the one you've posted here. If anyone has that story please post, or send it to me by FR mail.

19 posted on 11/14/2006 3:02:58 PM PST by beaversmom
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To: lesko

Yes, exactly, taxpayers get to vote. Otherwise guess what? Pretty soon the 'getters' will vote that the 'givers' give more.

Wasn't it 'landowners' at the beginning of the US? Chucked because why?? Well, it's a darned good idea.

20 posted on 11/14/2006 3:03:00 PM PST by bboop (Stealth Tutor)
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To: Main Street
But it was school administrator Evelyn Mahmud who was ultimately promoted by the school district and became his arch nemesis.

My brother once taught in an inner-city middle school. The school district offered a bonus to the school that showed the greatest improvement in student attendance. Although several of his students skipped class every day, my brother's classes still showed 100% attendance. The principal simply marked the absent student as present. See how easy it is to get a promotion?

21 posted on 11/14/2006 3:03:48 PM PST by Logophile
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To: Main Street

Having grown up in the SF Valley and went to Los Angeles Inner City schools, I am not at all surprised.

I am so glad that we homeschool.

22 posted on 11/14/2006 3:05:34 PM PST by TruthConquers (Delenda est publius schola)
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To: Yaelle

Now that's funny. Good catch.

23 posted on 11/14/2006 3:06:03 PM PST by onedoug
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To: SF Republican
As a person who once worked as a substitute teacher I say this:

Not only do some students fully deserve a physical beat down (in school, by adults, in full view of their peers), oftentimes they would benefit from it, in the long term. I know our society certainly would.

24 posted on 11/14/2006 3:07:00 PM PST by -=SoylentSquirrel=- (Heston is STILL my President.)
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To: Main Street
"He also proposed to an administrator that December 7th, 1941 be marked as a day of remembrance for Pearl Harbor on the heels of month long celebrations for Cinco De Mayo and Martin Luther King's birthday. But he he was informed that the day would not be earmarked because it might be "offensive to Asian students."

More of the "Joys of Diversity." Let's all celebrate.

25 posted on 11/14/2006 3:09:06 PM PST by StormEye
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To: Stultis

I am tossing my Tennyson. That was Beautiful.

26 posted on 11/14/2006 3:09:58 PM PST by ABN 505
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To: Main Street

LAUSD administrators are the real problem behind the entire school system. They are the waste of money, this misappropriation of power, the bad judgment, the atmosphere of low expectations, and the tenure of incompetent teachers. NO ONE CARES and NOTHING will be done about this. The Teachers' Union protects the administrators.

27 posted on 11/14/2006 3:10:18 PM PST by Cinnamon Girl (OMGIIHIHOIIC ping list)
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To: -=SoylentSquirrel=-

Always wondered, how can you teach a child not to hit someone by hitting them?

28 posted on 11/14/2006 3:10:55 PM PST by SF Republican
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To: Main Street

You have got to be CRAZY to want to teach in L.A. public schools. Crazy.

29 posted on 11/14/2006 3:11:23 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: Main Street

Your article ties in nicely with an earlier posting about home ownership by race.

The article was bewailing lower median incomes and home ownership for blacks and Latinos.

Of course, they never addressed the behavioral issues that affect success, like GETTING AN EDUCATION!!!!!

30 posted on 11/14/2006 3:11:53 PM PST by bordergal (There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men bad enough for this treachery)
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To: SF Republican

Why do you say Alabama?

31 posted on 11/14/2006 3:13:22 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: -=SoylentSquirrel=-
Not only do some students fully deserve a physical beat down (in school, by adults, in full view of their peers), oftentimes they would benefit from it, in the long term. I know our society certainly would. I always said that the one thing that would bring these animals back into the human fold would be public humiliation such as stocks as they had back in the early colonial days. if there is one thing these hoods can't abide it is to be "Dissed" and what is worse than to be "Dissed" in front of everyone you know?
32 posted on 11/14/2006 3:15:11 PM PST by ABN 505
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To: StormEye

So it's not okay to offend Asians in school, but anti-Semitic remarks and threats are okay. The libs have done a great job with our public education system.

33 posted on 11/14/2006 3:15:36 PM PST by travlnmn41
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To: Logophile

That is because funding is dependent on attendance.

34 posted on 11/14/2006 3:16:23 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: ABN 505

If you can imagine Eddie Murphy reciting it, the "images" would be complete.

35 posted on 11/14/2006 3:18:02 PM PST by Disambiguator (;^))
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To: Main Street

Race Card: Use only when completely outwitted and/or
all other excuses have been exhausted!

36 posted on 11/14/2006 3:18:20 PM PST by MichaelManureMoore (Hillary & Nancy...It Takes Two Moms To Raise A Gay Party!)
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To: kstewskis; kkmo9


37 posted on 11/14/2006 3:20:53 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: Main Street
I found it--thank goodness. It would have drove me nuts if I couldn't find it.

How I Joined Teach for America -- and Got Sued for $20 Million

By Joshua Kaplowitz City Journal | January 14, 2003

It was May 2000, and the guy at Al Gore’s polling firm seemed baffled. A Yale political-science major, I’d already walked away from a high-paying consulting job a few weeks earlier, and now I was walking away from a job working on a presidential campaign to do . . . what?

Well, when push came to shove, I didn’t want to devote my life to helping the rich get richer or crunching numbers to see what views were most popular for the vice president to adopt. This wasn’t what my 17 years of education were for.

My doctor parents had drummed into me that education was the key to every door, the one thing they couldn’t take away from my ancestors during pogroms and persecutions. They had also filled me with a strong sense of social justice. I couldn’t help feeling guilty dismay when I thought of the millions of kids who’d never even tasted the great teaching—not to mention the supportive family—I’d enjoyed for my entire life.

I told the Al Gore guy, “Thanks, but no thanks.” Weird as he might have thought it, I had decided to teach in an inner-city school.

Five weeks later, I found myself steering my parents’ old Volvo off R Street and into a one-block cul-de-sac. There it was: Emery Elementary School, a 1950s-ugly building tucked behind a dead-end street—an apt metaphor, I thought, for the lives of many of the children in this almost all-black neighborhood a mile north of the U.S. Capitol in Washington. I had seen signs of inner-city blight all over the neighborhood, from the grown men who skulked in the afternoon streets to the bulletproof glass that sealed off the cashier at the local Kentucky Fried Chicken. This was the “other half” of Washington, the part of the city I had missed during my grade-school field trips to the Smithsonian and my two summers as a Capitol Hill intern.

I parked the car and bounded into the main office to say hi to Mr. Bledsoe, the interim principal who had hired me a few weeks before. As he showed me around the clean but bare halls, my head filled with visions of my students happily painting imaginative murals under my artistic direction. I peered through windows into classrooms, where students were bent over their desks, quietly filling out worksheets. I smiled to myself as I imagined the creative lessons I would give to these children, who had never had a dynamic young teacher to get them excited about scholarship the way I knew I could. Their minds were like kindling, I reflected; all they needed was a spark to ignite a love of learning that would lift them above the drugs, violence, and poverty. The spark, I hoped, would be me.

As the tour ended and I was about to leave, Mr. Bledsoe pulled me aside. “The one thing you need to do above all else is to have your children under control. Once you have done that, you’ll be fine.”

Fine. But as I learned to my great cost, that was easier said than done.

I was supposed to pick up that skill over the summer from Teach for America (TFA), an organization, affiliated with AmeriCorps, that places young people with no ed-school background, and usually just out of college, in disadvantaged school districts suffering from teacher shortages. Applicants request placement in one of over a dozen rural and urban school districts around the country that contract with TFA, and I got my first choice, in the city I hoped to live in for the rest of my life.

Teach for America conducts an intensive five-week training program for its inductees during the summer before they start teaching. My year, this “teacher boot camp” took place in Houston. It was there that I quickly figured out that enthusiasm and creativity alone wouldn’t suffice in an inner-city classroom. I was part of a tag team of four recruits teaching a summer-school class of low-income fourth-graders. Even in one- to two-hour blocks of teaching, I quickly realized that my best-planned, most imaginative lessons fell apart if I didn’t have control of my students.

In the seminars we attended when we weren’t teaching, I learned the basics of lesson planning and teaching theory. I also internalized the TFA philosophy of high expectations, the idea that if you set a rigorous academic course, all students will rise to meet the challenge.

But the training program skimped on actual teaching and classroom-management techniques, instead overwhelming us with sensitivity training. My group spent hours on an activity where everyone stood in a line and then took steps forward or backward based on whether we were the oppressor or the oppressed in the categories of race, income, and religion. The program had a college bull session, rather than professional, atmosphere. And it had a college-style party line: I heard of two or three trainees being threatened with expulsion for expressing in their discussion groups politically incorrect views about inner-city poverty—for example, that families and culture, not economics, may be the root cause of the achievement gap.

Nothing in the program simulated what I soon learned to be the life of a teacher. Though I didn’t know it, I was completely ill equipped when I stepped into my own fifth-grade classroom at Emery Elementary in September 2000.

The year before I taught, a popular veteran principal had been dismissed without explanation. Mr. Bledsoe finished out the rest of the year on an interim basis, hired me and four other Teach for America teachers, and then turned over the reins to a woman named V. Lisa Savoy. Ms. Savoy had been an assistant principal at the District’s infamous Anacostia High School, in Washington’s equivalent of the South Bronx. Before the start of school, she met with her four first-year TFA teachers to assure us that we would be well supported, and that if we needed anything we should just ask. Most of my veteran colleagues, 90 percent of them black, also seemed helpful, though a few showed flickers of disdain for us eager, young white teachers. By the time school opened, I was thrilled to start molding the brains of my children.

My optimism and naiveté evaporated within hours. I tried my best to be strict and set limits with my new students; but I wore my inexperience on my sleeve, and several of the kids jumped at the opportunity to misbehave. I could see clearly enough that the vast majority of my fifth-graders genuinely wanted to learn—but all it took to subvert the whole enterprise were a few cutups.

On a typical day, DeAngelo (a pseudonym, as are the other children’s names in this and the next paragraph) would throw a wad of paper in the middle of a lesson. Whether I disciplined him or ignored him, his actions would cause Kanisha to scream like an air-raid siren. In response, Lamond would get up, walk across the room, and try to slap Kanisha. Within one minute, the whole class was lost in a sea of noise and fists. I felt profoundly sorry for the majority of my students, whose education was being hijacked. Their plaintive cries punctuated the din: “Quiet everyone! Mr. Kaplowitz is trying to teach!”

Ayisha was my most gifted student. The daughter of Senegalese immigrants, she would tolerantly roll her eyes as Darnetta cut up for the ninth time in one hour, patiently waiting for the day when my class would settle down. Joseph was a brilliant writer who struggled mightily in math. When he needed help with a division problem, I tried to give him as much attention as I could, before three students wandering around the room inevitably distracted me. Eventually, I settled on tutoring him after school. Twenty more students’ educations were sabotaged, each kid with specific needs that I couldn’t attend to, because I was too busy putting out fires. Though I poured my heart into inventive lessons and activities throughout the entire year, they almost always fell apart in the face of my students’ disrespect and indifference.

To gain control, I tried imposing the kinds of consequences that the classroom-management handbooks recommend. None worked. My classroom was too small to give my students “time out.” I tried to take away their recess, but depriving them of their one sanctioned time to blow off steam just increased their penchant to use my classroom as a playground. When I called parents, they were often mistrustful and tended to question or even disbelieve outright what I told them about their children. It was sometimes worse when they believed me, though; the tenth time I heard a mother swear that her child was going to “get a beating for this one,” I almost decided not to call parents. By contrast, I saw immediate behavioral and academic improvement in students whose parents had come to trust me.

I quickly learned from such experiences how essential parental support is in determining whether a school succeeds in educating a child. And of course, parental support not just of the teachers but of the kids: as I came to know my students better, I saw that those who had seen violence, neglect, or drug abuse at home were usually the uncontrollable ones, while my best-behaved, hardest-working kids were typically those with the most nurturing home environments.

Being a white teacher in a mostly black school unquestionably hindered my ability to teach. Certain students hurled racial slurs with impunity; several of their parents intimated to my colleagues that they didn’t think a white teacher had any business teaching their children—and a number of my colleagues agreed. One parent who was also a teacher’s aide threatened to “kick my white ass” in front of my class and received no punishment from the principal, beyond being told to stay out of my classroom. The failure of the principal, parents, and teachers to react more decisively to racist disrespect emboldened students to behave worse. Such poisonous bigotry directed at a black teacher at a mostly white school would of course have created a federal case.

Still, other colleagues, friendly and supportive, helped me with my discipline problems. They let me send unruly students to their classrooms for brief periods of time to cool off, allowing me to teach the rest of my class effectively. But when I turned to my school administration for similar help, I was much less fortunate.

I had read that successful schools have chief executives who immerse themselves in the everyday operations of the institution, set clear expectations for the student body, recognize and support energetic and creative teachers, and foster constructive relationships with parents. Successful principals usually are mavericks, too, who skirt stupid bureaucracy to do what is best for the children. Emery’s Principal Savoy sure didn’t fit this model.

To start with, from all that I could see, she seemed mostly to stay in her office, instead of mingling with students and observing classes, most of which were up at least one flight of stairs, perhaps a disincentive for so heavy a woman. Furthermore, I saw from the first month that she generally gave delinquents no more than a stern talking-to, followed by a pat on the back, rather than suspensions, detentions, or any other meaningful punishment. The threat of sending a student to the office was thus rendered toothless.

Worse, Ms. Savoy effectively undermined my classroom-management efforts. She forbade me from sending students to other teachers—the one tactic that had any noticeable effect. Exiling my four worst students had produced a vast improvement in the conduct of the remainder of my class. But Ms. Savoy was adamant, insisting that the school district required me to teach all my children, all the time, in the “least restrictive” environment. This was just the first instance of Ms. Savoy blocking me with a litany of D.C. Public Schools regulations, as she regularly frustrated my colleagues on disciplinary issues.

Some of Ms. Savoy’s actions defied explanation. She more than once called me to her office in the middle of my lessons to lecture me on how bad a teacher I was—well before her single visit to observe me in my classroom. She filled my personnel file with lengthy memos articulating her criticisms. I eventually concluded that Ms. Savoy tended similarly to trouble any teacher, experienced or novice, who rocked the boat.

And in November I really rocked it. By then, despite mounting tension with Ms. Savoy, and despite the pandemonium that continued to ravage my teaching efforts, I had managed—painstakingly—to build a rapport with my fifth-graders. I felt I was turning a corner. I thought that my students (and their parents) would completely shape up once they saw their abysmal first report cards. D.C. Public Schools grade kids on a highly subjective 1 to 4 scale, 4 being the highest. Most of my students entered fifth grade with grave academic deficiencies, yet their cumulative records revealed fair to excellent grades, making clear that social promotion was standard practice at Emery. I wasn’t playing along. I had given regular tests and quizzes that first semester, and most of my students had earned straight 1s by any rational measure. True to the credo of high expectations, I would give them the grades they earned.

I submitted my report cards to Ms. Savoy, who insisted that my grades were “too low” and demanded that I raise them immediately. I offered to show her all of my students’ work portfolios; but she demurred, informing me that the law obliged me to pass a certain percentage of my students. I paid no attention, gave my students the grades they deserved, and patiently explained to every parent that their child’s grades would improve once he or she started behaving in class and doing the assigned lessons. For this, Ms. Savoy cited me for insubordination.

Just after the New Year, Ms. Savoy informed me that she was switching me from fifth grade to second grade; the veteran second-grade teacher would then take over my fifth-graders. Her justification was that I would be able to control younger students more effectively—though I assumed she thought that I could wreak less disruption with the younger kids, who were relatively flunk-proof.

From the start, I tried my best to combat understandable parental resentment that their experienced teacher was being yanked out and replaced by me, a first-year teacher with notoriously poor classroom-management skills. I wrote letters home describing my ambitious plans, called parents with enthusiastic words about their children, and walked my students home after school to increase my visibility in the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, I never got a chance to show that I was in control. Unbelievable as it sounds, my second-graders were even wilder than my fifth-graders. Just as before, a majority of kids genuinely wanted to learn, but the antics of a few spun my entire class into chaos. This time, though, my troublemakers were even more immature and disruptive, ranging from a boy who roamed around the room punching his classmates and threatening to kill himself to a borderline–mentally retarded student, who would throw crumpled wads of paper all day. I was so busy trying to quell anarchy that I never had the chance to get to know my new students, let alone teach them anything.

Ms. Savoy had abandoned all pretense of administrative support by this point. Nearly every student I sent to the office returned within minutes.

This lack of consequences encouraged a level of violence I never could have imagined among any students, let alone second-graders. Fights broke out daily—not just during recess or bathroom breaks but also in the middle of lessons. And this wasn’t just playful shoving: we’re talking fists flying, hair yanked, heads slammed against lockers.

When I asked other teachers to come help me stop a fight, they shook their heads and reminded me that D.C. Public Schools banned teachers from laying hands on students for any reason, even to protect other children. When a fight brewed, I was faced with a Catch-22. I could call the office and wait ten minutes for the security guard to arrive, by which point blood could have been shed and students injured. Or I could intervene physically, in violation of school policy.

Believe me, you have to be made of iron, or something other than flesh and blood, to stand by passively while some enraged child is trying to inflict real harm on another eight-year-old. I couldn’t do it. And each time I let normal human instinct get the best of me and broke up a fight, one of the combatants would go home and fabricate a story about how I had hurt him or her. The parent, already suspicious of me, would report this accusation to Ms. Savoy, who would in turn call in a private investigative firm employed by D.C. Public Schools. Investigators would come to Emery and interview me, as well as several students whom the security guard thought might tell the truth about the alleged incident of corporal punishment.

I had previously heard of three other teachers at Emery that year who were being investigated for corporal punishment. When I talked to them—they were all experienced male teachers—they heatedly protested their innocence and bitterly complained about Ms. Savoy’s handling of the situation. Now that I had joined the club, I began to understand their fears and frustrations.

To define as “corporal punishment” the mere physical separation of two combatants not only puts students at risk but also gives children unconscionable power over teachers who choose to intervene. False allegations against me and other teachers snowballed, as certain students realized that they had the perfect tool for getting their teacher in deep trouble. As I began to be investigated on almost a weekly basis, parents came to school to berate and threaten me—naturally, without reprisals from the administration. One day, a rather large father came up to me after school and told me he was going to “get me” if he heard that I put my hands on his daughter one more time. Forget the fact that I had pulled her off of a boy whom she was clobbering at the time.

With such a weak disciplinary tone set by the administration, by late February the whole school atmosphere had devolved into chaos. Gangs of students roamed the halls at will. You could hear screaming from every classroom—from students and teachers alike. Including me, four teachers (or 20 percent of the faculty) were under investigation on bogus corporal-punishment charges, including a fourth-grade instructor whose skills I greatly respected. The veteran teachers constantly lamented that things were better the previous year, when the principal ran a tight disciplinary ship, and the many good instructors were able to do their job.

It was nearly March, and the Stanford-9 standardized tests, the results of which determine a principal’s success in D.C. Public Schools, were imminent. Ms. Savoy unexpectedly instituted a policy allowing teachers to ship their two or three most disruptive students to the computer lab to be warehoused and supervised by teachers’ aides. My classroom’s behavior and attentiveness improved dramatically for two weeks. Unfortunately, Ms. Savoy abandoned this plan the instant the standardized tests had passed.

After that, my classroom became more of a gladiatorial venue than a place of learning. Fights erupted hourly; no student was immune. The last three months were a blur of violence, but several incidents particularly stand out. One week, two of my emotionally disturbed boys went on a binge of sexual harassment, making lewd gestures and grabbing girls’ buttocks—yes, seven- and eight-year-olds. On another occasion, three students piled on top of one of their peers and were punching him with their fists before I intervened. My students were not even afraid to try to hurt me: two boys spent a month throwing pencils at me in the middle of lessons; another child slugged me in the gut.

But for Ms. Savoy, apparently I was the problem. It seemed to me that she was readier to launch investigations when a student or parent made an accusation against me than to help me out when my students were acting up.

Faced with a series of corporal-punishment charges, no administrative support, and no hope of controlling my second-grade class in the foreseeable future, I should have packed up and left midyear. Surely there were other schools, even inner-city ones, where I could have developed and succeeded as a teacher.

Why did I stay on? Part of the answer lay in my own desperate desire not to fail. I felt that if I just worked harder, I could turn my children around and get them to learn. Another part of the answer was Teach for America’s having instilled in each corps member the idea that you have made a commitment to the children and that you must stick with them at all costs, no matter how much your school is falling apart. Because of this mentality, my TFA friends and I put up with nonsense from our schools and our students that few regular teachers would have tolerated.

The three-person TFA-D.C. staff was stretched too thin to support any of us. When I told them about the debacle at Emery, the D.C. program directors told me to keep my chin up and work harder. They wouldn’t transfer me to another TFA-affiliated elementary school, and pooh-poohed the idea that I had it worse than anyone else in the program. So I was stuck at Emery, unwilling to incur the disgrace that came with quitting.

Fate made the decision for me.

Four days before the end of my first year, I was still planning to return to Emery in the fall. The rumor was that Ms. Savoy would be replaced. With her gone, I thought, I could start fresh and use my hard-won battlefield experience to make a positive difference in underprivileged children’s lives.

The afternoon of June 13 started with the usual mixture of disorder and disrespect. This time, a boy named Raynard, a particularly difficult child, whom I had seen punch other students and throw things in the past, was repeating over and over, “I got to go to the bathroom. I need some water.” The rest of the class tittered as I told him in my sternest teacher voice that we would be having a class bathroom break once everyone was quiet and in his seat.

“I got to go to the bathroom. I need some water.”

Frustrated, I led him to the classroom door with my hand on the small of his back. I nudged him into the hall and closed the door. He would probably spend the remainder of the day roaming the halls with the rest of the troublemakers at Emery, but at least he would be out of sight, so I could get the rest of my class under control. I had given up on teaching for the rest of the day; my class was slated to watch a movie with Ms. Perkins’s first-graders across the hall.

Once Raynard left, I guided my students through a characteristically raucous bathroom break and filed them into Ms. Perkins’s room, where they lapsed into a rare TV-induced calm.

After 15 minutes, the school security guard appeared at the door and beckoned for me. My stomach hit the floor, as I guessed what this meant: yet another corporal-punishment charge. But this time was different. Chaos reigned in the main entranceway as police officers swarmed into the building. Raynard’s mother, I was told, had been in school for a meeting to place her son in a class for emotionally disturbed children. Raynard had told her that I had violently shoved him in the chest out the door of my classroom, injuring his head and back. His mother had dialed 911 and summoned the cops and the fire department. The police hustled me into the principal’s office, where I sat in bewilderment and desperately denied I had hurt Raynard in any way.

In the blink of an afternoon, my search for the perfect lesson plan gave way to my search for the perfect lawyer. I was lucky that my parents could afford Hank Asbill, a highly regarded Washington defense attorney.

Two months later, Raynard’s mother filed a $20 million lawsuit against the school district, Ms. Savoy, and myself—and the D.C. police charged me with a misdemeanor count of simple assault against my former student. Thus ended my first and last year as a public school teacher.

After I was charged, Hank Asbill chose a day in early September for me to turn myself in at the District 5 police station near Emery and receive a trial date. The whole ordeal was supposed to take about six hours—but five minutes after I was admitted into custody, the two planes hit the World Trade Center. After the third plane crashed into the Pentagon, the D.C. courts shut down. It was only after 33 hours in jail that I saw daylight again, on September 12.

My criminal trial spanned six days in early March of 2002. It was agonizing watching several former students testifying against me, not to mention facing the very real prospect of spending time in the D.C. jail. The children’s stories as to what happened on June 13 were wildly inconsistent—not surprising, considering that the layout of my classroom precluded them from witnessing anything Raynard had alleged. Hank Asbill countered with a string of character witnesses, friends who attested to my peaceful nature and law-abiding ways, as well as other teachers at Emery who reported on the brutal atmosphere of the school. Hank then brought me to the stand to explain what had actually happened, and he also brought to light Raynard’s medical records from June 13, which showed that the emergency-room doctors had found no evidence of any injury. Fortunately, we drew a rational, deliberative judge, unswayed by the case’s racially charged nature: a poor black kid against a rich white Ivy Leaguer. He found me not guilty, touching off an outpouring of relief from my friends and former colleagues and—not least—me.

My elation was short-lived. As I had surmised, this whole case finally came down to money. Even after my acquittal, even after the accuracy of Raynard’s story had been seriously undermined, his mother and her big-firm lawyers aggressively pursued multi-million-dollar damage claims on the civil side. Yet even as the lawsuit dragged on and the legal cloud over me caused me to lose a job opportunity I really wanted, I refused to entertain Raynard’s mother’s offers to settle the case by my paying her $200,000—a demand that ultimately diminished to $40,000. The school system had no such scruples; it settled the mother’s tort claim in October 2002 for $75,000 (plus $15,000 from the teachers’ union’s insurance company—chump change compared with the cost of defending the litigation). It wasn’t $20 million, but it was still more money than I imagine this woman had seen in her life—a pretty good payout and hardly deterrence to other parents in the neighborhood who felt entitled to shanghai the system.

I stayed in touch with several of my more supportive colleagues and parents, who have told me that Emery, although it has a new principal, is just as out of control two years after I taught there. Veteran teachers with nowhere else to go, they say, are giving up all pretense of teaching; their goal is to make it through the end of each year. Young teachers like my TFA colleagues are staying for a year or two and moving on to private, charter, or suburban schools, or to new careers.

In all the reading and talking I’ve done to try to make sense out of what happened to me, I’ve learned that Emery is hardly unique. Numerous new friends and acquaintances who have taught in D.C.’s inner-city schools—some from Teach for America, some not—report the same outrageous discipline problems that turned them from educators into U.N. peacekeepers.

I’ve learned that an epidemic of violence is raging in elementary schools nationwide, not just in D.C. A recent Philadelphia Inquirer article details a familiar pattern—kindergartners punching pregnant teachers, third-graders hitting their instructors with rulers. Pennsylvania and New Jersey have reported nearly 30 percent increases in elementary school violence since 1999, and many school districts have established special disciplinary K–6 schools. In New York City, according to the New York Post, some 60 teachers recently demonstrated against out-of-control pupil mayhem, chanting, “Hey, hey, ho, ho; violent students must go.” Kids who stab each other, use teachers as shields in fights, bang on doors to disrupt classes, and threaten to “kick out that baby” from a pregnant teacher have created a “climate of terror,” the Post reports.

Several of my new acquaintances in the Washington schools told me of facing completely fabricated corporal-punishment allegations, as I did. Some even faced criminal charges. Washington teachers’ union officials won’t give me hard numbers, but they intimate that each year they are flooded with corporal-punishment or related charges against teachers, most of which get settled without the media ever learning of this disturbing new trend. It is a state of affairs that Philip K. Howard vividly describes in his recent The Collapse of the Common Good: parents sue teachers and principals for suspending their children, for allegedly meting out corporal punishment, and for giving failing marks. As a result, educators are afraid to penalize misbehaving students or give students grades that reflect the work they do. The real victims are the majority of children whose education is being commandeered by their out-of-control classmates.

I’ve come to believe that the most unruly and violent children should go to alternative schools designed to handle students with chronic behavior problems. A school with a more military structure can do no worse for those children than a permissive mainstream school, and it spares the majority of kids the injustice of having their education fall victim to the chaos wreaked by a small minority.

I know for sure that inner-city schools don’t have to be hellholes like Emery and its District of Columbia brethren, with their poor administration and lack of parental support, their misguided focus on children’s rights, their anti-white racism, and their lawsuit-crazed culture. Some of my closest TFA friends, thrilled to be liberated from the D.C. system, went on to teach at D.C. charter schools, where they really can make a difference in underprivileged children’s lives. For example, at Paul Junior High School, which serves students with the same economic and cultural background as those at Emery, the principal’s tough approach to discipline fosters a serious atmosphere of scholarship, and parents are held accountable, because the principal can kick their children back to the public school system if they refuse to cooperate. A friend who works at the Hyde School, which emphasizes character education (and sits directly across a field from Emery), tells me that this charter school is quiet and orderly, the teachers are happy, and the children are achieving at a much higher level—so much higher that several of the best students at Emery who transferred to Hyde nearly flunked out of their new school.

It should come as no surprise that students are leaving Emery in droves, in hopes of enrolling in this and other alternative schools. Enrollment, 411 when I was there, now is about 350. If things don’t change, it will soon be—and should be—zero.

38 posted on 11/14/2006 3:24:24 PM PST by beaversmom
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To: SF Republican

Well, I live in SoCal and Jaysun right about L.A.

By all accounts, Alabama is quite different.

39 posted on 11/14/2006 3:25:54 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: La Enchiladita
Jaysun is right ...
40 posted on 11/14/2006 3:27:15 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: Jaysun
The People's Republic of California. What a cesspool.

LOL agreed, read my tag line.

41 posted on 11/14/2006 3:28:08 PM PST by usurper (Spelling or grammatical errors in this post can be attributed to the LA City School System)
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To: La Enchiladita

He may be right about certain parts of LA and I am almost certain there are parts of every town, city, state that are bad, to paint a broad stroke to say a state is a cesspool is not right. Where would you prefer to live Alabama or California?

42 posted on 11/14/2006 3:30:02 PM PST by SF Republican
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To: SF Republican

The way I feel these days: Alabama.

43 posted on 11/14/2006 3:30:51 PM PST by La Enchiladita (God bless America, Land that I LOVE ...)
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To: Main Street; 1st-P-In-The-Pod; A_Conservative_in_Cambridge; af_vet_rr; agrace; albyjimc2; ...
Reminds me of David Lazerson, author of Skullcaps 'n' Switchblades

FRmail me to be added or removed from this Judaic/pro-Israel/Russian Jewry ping list.

Warning! This is a high-volume ping list.

44 posted on 11/14/2006 3:31:09 PM PST by Alouette (Psalms of the Day: 108-112)
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To: Main Street

And from this point on, things are only going to get worse.

45 posted on 11/14/2006 3:32:26 PM PST by sport
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To: SF Republican
Have an acquaintance in AL with same problem in several local
school systems. He always got class grade averages raised
considerly but was terminated after a year or so. Trouble
makers were not handled according to wishes of supervisors,
promoted for incompendence, as apparently SOP in school and much gov't castle builders careers.
46 posted on 11/14/2006 3:32:58 PM PST by TweetEBird007
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To: Main Street
Chalk it up to the leftist teachers unions whose goal is the destruction of America while being paid to do it. However, they are no different than any other union.

We all ponder why the MSM is so leftist. So have I. Recently, I have begun to wonder what influence the unions have on the media, especially the print media.

I remember an article years ago about the abuses of the Teamsters union against newspapers and when they didn't get their way they refused to allow the papers to be delivered to the distributors. There are many other unions throughout the newspaper organizations. What influence do these leftists have on the output of the papers?

47 posted on 11/14/2006 3:41:48 PM PST by Mind-numbed Robot (Not all that needs to be done, needs to be done by the government.)
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To: Main Street

I teach ESL in a middle school in Los Angeles, just east of Hollywood. I'm lucky: my students are mostly Hispanic. They're wild, they're undisciplined, they're unmotivated, some of them are in gangs... but for the most part, they aren't hostile to me because I'm white. And my principal, while softer on crime than I would be, is very supportive. When she retires next year, I'm going to be very uneasy waiting to see what her replacement is going to be like.

48 posted on 11/14/2006 3:45:54 PM PST by A_perfect_lady
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To: Alouette

I just wanna say that I teach at a poor school in Jackson, MS, and I love it. Its all black kids, and I'm a white teacher, but if these kids know that you really are there for them, and your principal is a butt-kicker, you love it.

49 posted on 11/14/2006 3:55:30 PM PST by struggle ((The struggle continues))
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