“Failing non-English speaking students.”
Gee, I wonder if there is a solution to this conundrum. I can’t seem to think of one.
Maybe the technique that my Dad used would work. He moved with his family to tenements in NYC in 1927 when he was three years old. He got beat up all the time until he learned to speak English. You either became an American or got beat up. Kids learned that lesson very quickly.
Silly me — I thought that New York had actually given the non-English speaking students flunking grades.