Teaching -- A Disciple of the Devil Teaches Literature
I look back upon my years as a public school teacher with gratitude. They were fulfilling years. I was dedicated. I was permitted to excel. Today, if I were teaching, I would probably
leave the profession.
I would resent being handicapped by lack of funding. I would abhor being told what and how to teach. I would excoriate the corporate and political
toadies who attack school teachers, claiming they are the primary cause of
mediocre-to-poor student achievement, hiding their real purpose, the
privatization of public education.
These critics maintain that teachers must be “held
accountable,” as if in the past they weren’t.
Standardized test scores determine best a teacher’s effectiveness, they
declare. (Never mind the deleterious
effects of poverty and parental disengagement) If your students do poorly, you’re a bad
teacher and should be fired It doesn’t
matter to them that experienced English teachers, for instance, can
simultaneously activate thought processes and engage souls – essential accomplishments
that standardized tests cannot measure. Why should a teacher have to waste
valuable instructional time teaching to a standardized test so that he/she can survive?
I was extremely fortunate to have been employed 31 years by
the Orinda Union School District . I was a middle school English and occasional
history teacher, mostly of eighth grade students. Posted on the district’s current website is
its 2013 California ranking: “On a 1 to 10 scale, all five Orinda
schools received a statewide ranking of 10. This is the fifth consecutive
year for all five schools to receive a ‘10.’” You would be correct in guessing
that Orinda is an upper middle class suburban community. It is located approximately two and a half
miles east of Berkeley . Parents expect their children to attend
college. Approximately 90% of them do. Good inherited genes and high parental
expectation contribute greatly to high public school district ratings.
Ample financial resources are also
a major contributor. My colleagues and I
used reams and reams of copy machine paper.
I created three-hole folder reading material booklets of short stories,
poetry, plays, and excerpts of novels. Standard
usage drill, adjective and adverbial modifier placement, capitalization and
punctuation exercises, student writing, spelling lists and vocabulary definitions,
all sorts of subject matter tests: all of it I printed on copy machine paper.
I was able to order the purchase
of class sets of hard-cover paperback books.
Imagine any financially strapped school district consenting to do that
today! The district trusted us. It provided us ample resources that enabled
us to excel.
I am extremely grateful that my
administrators trusted my judgment.
Early in the 1960s, my colleague next door to me (Joan) and I requested
that our school subscribe to “Literary Cavalcade,” a monthly publication
printed then, I believe, by Scholastic Magazine. The publication, geared for high school
students, provided high quality short stories, plays, and poetry. Our students read, along with other titles, Reginald
Rose’s “12 Angry Men,” Daniel Keyes’s “Flowers for Algernon,” and William
Peden’s “Night in Funland,” each a depiction of life that inspires insightful
thinking and empathetic realization!
“Night in Funland” is an
exceptional short story. (http://www.amazon.com/Night-Funland-Stories-Literary-Cavalcade/dp/B001DKIPP8) I didn’t think so at first. Its two characters did not interest me very much
and the story’s ending seemed pointless.
A father and his preteen daughter go to a carnival. He is concerned about her health. She persuades him to allow her to ride the Ferris
wheel unaccompanied. He watches her
several times swing by and disappear into the night sky. Greatly concerned, he tells the wheel
operator to stop the ride. He does. She has disappeared. Because the story had been printed in
“Literary Cavalcade,” I suspected that there had to be much more to the story
than I had recognized. Reading it a
second time, I discovered a number of clues that suggested an intriguing
explanation for the girl’s disappearance.
Each year thereafter every English
class I taught read the story. Beforehand,
I told my students about my initial reaction and warned them that they, too,
might respond similarly but that they should trust my reason for requiring them
to read it. After they had done so, I
asked them to explain the girl’s disappearance.
I received answers that ranged from “she fell off” to “he was
dreaming.” The following day I had them
follow along as I read the story aloud.
I encouraged them to speak up when I read something that they thought might
be helpful in interpreting the story.
Throughout, I kept my interpretation to myself. Student responses were such that I usually needed
three class periods to complete the second and sometimes a third reading.
By the end of the second reading
it was clear to most of them that there was more to the daughter’s
disappearance than that the father was having a bad dream. Illness was clearly an important factor. His extreme concern for her health was
repeatedly demonstrated. Early in the
story we were told that he had promised to take her to the carnival after she
had recovered from her illness.
Eventually, a student would venture that her disappearance represented
her death. That produced a new direction
of thinking. He had promised to take her
to Funland when she was well, but she had become worse. The Ferris wheel was the wheel of life. Her rotations between being seen and
disappearing represented her final moments of life. Assuming this to be true, what then was real,
and what was imagined? The trip to
Funland, delusional? Beneath the
carnival story, pushing its way through the father’s denial, in distorted
forms, the real story? At the end of the
story -- the father’s anguish – recognition at last that his daughter had died?
Besides subscribing to “Literary
Cavalcade,” the district purchased specific works of fiction that Joan and I
wanted. In the 1960s our classes read
Marjorie Rawlings’s “The Yearling,” John Steinbeck”s “The Pearl,” and George
Orwell’s “Animal Farm.” Later, our best
classes read Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird.” I had the district buy a class set of “Three
Plays by Horton Foote” (published in 1962) to use Foote’s adaptation (which I
had seen on television) of William Faulkner’s short story “Tomorrow.” (The adaptation would be made into a motion
picture starring Robert Duvall) Having
my students develop an understanding of and empathy for people less fortunate
than and far different from their parents and themselves was a primary
objective. Years later, for that reason,
my top classes read Richard Wright’s autobiography “Black Boy.”
Additionally, upon my
recommendations, the district purchased class sets of quality juvenile fiction
including Robert Lipsyte’s “The Contender,” Glendon Swarthout’s “Bless the
Beasts and Children,” and Cynthia Voigt’s “Dicey’s Song.”
One book that I have not
mentioned is Dick Gregory’s autobiography “Nigger.” I assigned two of my classes to read most of it
in December 1972. A father of one of my
students interfered. I was called into
the principal’s office to meet the man and hear his objections. The first question he asked me was “Are you a
Christian?” He was a strict
fundamentalist. Not only did he not want
his daughter reading Gregory’s book. He
didn’t want anybody else reading it. I
told him I would be happy to substitute another book for his daughter to read
but everybody else would read the autobiography. He demanded that the school board stop me. He submitted examples in the book of what he
considered to be inappropriate language and behavior. I was provided the opportunity to
respond.
Dick Gregory was a comedian and
civil rights activist in the 1960s.
Because he had appeared on television, white people like me knew about
him. He had grown up in East St. Louis in abject poverty and had managed
to carve out a career as a comedian prior to 1963, the pivotal year of the
civil rights movement. Because he was a
black celebrity, he had been asked by movement leaders to participate in
demonstrations in the Deep South . I wanted my students to experience
vicariously the racism that he had endured growing up and appreciate the
efforts of movement leaders to achieve for their race social advancement.
The
father’s objections were mostly about specific language that Gregory used. “Goddamn” especially offended him. I opened my defense with this statement.
“Mr.
… has objected to the use of ‘Nigger’ by
Dick Gregory in our schools on religious grounds. For this reason alone his demand should be
rejected. One’s own adherence to a
religion and interpretation of scripture must never influence the curriculum of
and material used in a public school.
The reasons are obvious and need not be stated here. Since he may cause some people now to
question my judgment in using this book, I will, however, comment on all of Mr.
…’s exhibits, the merit of ‘Nigger,’ and the value of one of the two books he
has suggested as substitute reading.”
The
father had provided several “exhibits”: examples of what he believed were foul
language. I answered his exhibits first
with questions. Examples:
“Is
this scene significant to your understanding of Richard’s condition of
existence or is it included only to excite the reader with crude language?”
“Are
the ‘bad’ words here used unrealistically?
Do they seem part of the natural expression of the people speaking?’
“Why
is the father, at one time good-natured, then suddenly violent, then
remorseful, and then proudly defensive of his wife?”
“Which
more effectively makes the point – a textbook statement that American society
places so many restrictions upon the black father’s attempts to fulfill his
responsibilities that many abandon their families and their responsibilities,
or this specific example of it and its effects upon the members of his family?”
I
categorized the words that the father had cited. The first category included words like
“damn,” “hell,” “ass,” and “pee.” 49% of
the words the father objected to I placed in this category. The second category included “bitch,” “bastard,”
goddamn,” and “bullshit” -- 35 % of the words the father listed. The third category featured words identifying
the sex act. 16% of the words the father
objected to fell into this category.
I
provided context.
It
was “too cold to study in the kitchen so I did my homework under the covers
with a flashlight. Then I fell
asleep. And one of the other five kids
must have peed on it.”
After
a joke that Gregory had told a white audience: “Wouldn’t it be a hell of a
thing if all this was burnt cork and you people were being tolerant for nothing?”
Thinking
of his fear while walking alone through a Southern town at night after a day’s
demonstration, Gregory wrote: “And I thought about [what President Roosevelt
said] that there was nothing to fear but fear itself, and I said: ‘Bullshit.’”
Afterward,
I wrote these comments:
“Words
like damn and hell used 25 times in 209 pages of reading matter
seem harmless when I consider the experiences that Mr. Gregory speaks about and
the reasons for their use.”
“Most
of the words in class two are used because of strong provocation or by people
who are intended to be looked upon unfavorably by the reader. How can an author portray accurately a
despicable person by withholding part of that which is despicable? How can an author present an ugly but important
condition of existence without presenting the people that make it so or are
destroyed by it?”
“Class
three words appear eight times in the book.
On seven of the eight occasions the people using this language had
provocation.”
“I
am … surprised that Mr. … finds more objectionable a word or expression than
the action or condition which caused it or of which it is a part. Example – p. 171. Mr. Gregory is involved in a civil rights demonstration
in Greenwood , Mississippi .
“The police seemed disorganized. They tried to break us up again and one of
them shoved a woman pretty hard. She
stumbled and smashed her head against a brick wall and fell on the sidewalk.
“One of the SNCC workers couldn’t stand
that, and he turned on the cop. They dragged
him off into a police car, and five cops climbed in after him and started
working on his head and stomach. One of
the cops was saying in a loud voice, mostly for the benefit of the other
demonstrators; ‘George, gimme ma knife …
I’m gonna cut the balls right off this little nigger, he ain’t never
gonna do nothin’ no more.’”
“Which
deserves more censure – a particular condition of existence or action that is
cruel and dehumanizing or a word or expression from a person involved?”
Concluding
his written presentation, the father gave specific reasons for wanting the book
banned. I answered this way:
“Who
is Mr. … to say that any person’s life must have at its highest purpose
pleasing God?”
“Who
is Mr. … to say that Dick Gregory’s words and actions indicate he is not
following the commandment “Love your neighbor as yourself”? How can this be said of a man who in the
contents of this book tried to help juvenile delinquents in Detroit, performed
before convicts in prison, fought against discrimination in the North,
co-sponsored the delivery of 14,000 pounds of food to poor blacks in
Mississippi, initiated the release from prison of a black man whose crime was
attempting to enroll in an all-white university in Mississippi, and risked his
life many times in demonstrating his opposition to Southern racism?”
“Who
is Mr. … to suggest that children be sheltered from what is wrong and unjust in
society? It is a cruel fact that many of
our problems persist in large part because of the lack of awareness or apathy
of a large segment of our population.
How can you correct much less want to correct problems when you don’t
know what they really are?”
“It
is clear to me that Mr. …’s religious convictions will not permit him to see
beyond certain words, phrases, and incidents to assess, as thirteen and
fourteen-year-old students do, what is truly significant.”
I
went on the state what I believed to be the merits of “Nigger.” The superintendent of schools and my
principal were pleased with my rebuttal.
The school board appointed a committee of several objective-minded,
respected residents of the community to read the book and present their
opinions. These individuals sided in my
favor.
This
bizarre experience had two ironic outcomes.
First,
after my classes had finished reading “Nigger,” all of the paperback copies
were placed in the librarian’s safekeeping until the school board reached its
determination. The next fall I decided
to use the autobiography but found that, due to the dilapidated condition of
the books, the librarian had thrown away all but three or four.
Second,
the father at some point during our dispute stated that he wanted to “bring
down the wrath of God upon Mr. Titus.”
In his eyes I was a “disciple of the devil.” Near the end of the Christmas vacation I
strained my back and shortly thereafter contracted pneumonia. I missed about two weeks of school.
Try
as I had to divert student attention away from the man’s daughter, I wonder to
this day how much embarrassment and anxiety the girl must have felt during
those several weeks of strife.
Speaking
for my colleagues as well as for myself, thank you, Orinda Union
School District , for making
a career teaching your community’s children such a fulfilling achievement.
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