Showing posts with label equality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label equality. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2017

A Minute Analysis of Educational Inequality

I’ve taught high school seniors for two years through two different programs offered at Loyola Marymount University, Street Read and Street Write. In my experiences at both Westchester High and Culver City High-I have witnessed the results of gerrymandering and have witnessed how our political environment severely effects the students in their everyday classrooms and lives.
One semester my partner Miquel and I wrote an investigate piece on Westchester High, in which we highlighted how although a magnet school-required by law to have a 70% minority ratio- fixed their CAHSEE scores to appeal to prospective students. All the while, in our class of 45 seniors, only 7 applied to college and most, if not all, were either illiterate or still reading at a 7th grade to an “advanced” freshman level.  It was heart breaking.

As the numbers show, under performance is an issue facing many schools in LAUSD, but for magnet schools something else plays a very distinctive role. Joanne Bernstein, our supervising instructor, recalls working as the Magnet Coordinator for Westchester High, a job in where she sarcastically claimed that she, “was replaced for a younger, newer model.” At that time, she received a call from the then superintendent Ramon Cortines who she reported as saying,

“Why the hell am I sending these kids to you to fail, when they can just fail at home?”

We came into the classroom every day, and I still do, with the high hope of reaching out to these students, and if we managed to help a handful, we would call that in of itself a blessing. These students came from backgrounds unfamiliar to most of the privileged LMU community. One student, for example, Ryan, is 17 years-old and he is homeless. He doesn’t know where to sleep at night, or what he will eat.

These students have no positive reinforcement. No one to tell them they could be greater than what society tells them to be-gangsters, drug dealers, laborers, prostitutes-they have no aspirations because they are systemically taught to not have any.

With this being said, one would think that their unfortunate circumstances would motivate teachers to do everything in their will-power to positively enhance these students’ lives. Though, this issue of racialized educational inequality predominately stems from America’s long history of racism and slavery targeted towards most, if not all, minorities.

For example, did you know that the liberation from Spanish rule in 1821 and the US conquest of territories beginning in 1845 did not allow Chicanos the time required to stabilize cultural, legal and economic boundaries.  Acknowledging the Chicano people’s vulnerability, the newly American states fully imposed its social hierarchy on them; blatantly disregarding The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. With this, legal forms of disenfranchisement began to implement into Chicano culture.

Subsequently the American states, founded on a social hierarchy on the premise of color, “proposed that only free whites would receive the full benefits of citizenship; leaving those of color with limited civil rights” (Menchaca, 584). The Anglo’s blatant disregard of Chicano people and culture perpetuated segregation, racism and disenfranchisement; further fragmenting the relationship between the two cultures to this day.

Continuously, writer and activist Virgilo Elizondo reflects upon his experiences in the American school system as a Chicano American student and he describes how:
“The schools had done a good job of convincing [them] that [they] were different…all the courses indicated this by pointing to the Anglo-American models of existence as the only normal existence of intelligent, civilized human beings” (Elizondo, 18).

The imperialistic ideology that the white man is the ideal human being has been embedded within the education system. Teachers regurgitated these ideologies onto Chicano-American students, obstructing the quality of education they receive. Elizondo’s academic accounts aid in depicting that “policymakers and educators are failing Mexican-American students and cementing their low status in American society” (127); again highlighting educational inequality as a continual systemic issue.
It is so depressing to know and witness these drastic levels of educational inequality in 2017. We live in a time of consciousness, where we have information at the tips of our fingertips. If only actual effort, at the state and federal level, was implemented into helping these students. However, any social movement begins with word of mouth, and information.


Ideally, the white American population needs to begin a dialogue in regards to the continual marginalization of minorities in the education system; acknowledging the personal accounts of these students, their cultures and histories. As the dialogue progresses, the understanding of educational inequality will reach policy makers, who will be in a federal position to mend current racist and derogatory policies; resulting in the positive enhancement of minority lives.

A Letter to my Future Daughter

Dear Daughter,
As I write this letter to you with a heavy heart, a man named Donald Trump currently sits in the most power position in the world, as the president of the United States. I hope you are not born soon, or at least not in the next couple of years, but even if you are I’m sure you will be absolutely beautiful. My heart is heavy because I ache knowing all too well the world you will be born into, and it isn’t a pretty one-especially for a woman.

I wish I could say we were all equal. That when you finally got your first little retail job over the summer you’d be getting paid the same amount as your male-counterpart. Despite opening and closing the store, and organizing inventory all the same, you’ll be receiving 20% less than him-even if it is you reminding him of what his weekly hours are.

You’ll come home and ask me if it was a mistake, and you’ll have little tears swelling up in those big oceanic crystals of yours, and I won’t be able to respond- because I know it wasn’t a mistake and there aren’t any words for me to explain that it isn’t your fault, it’s just the way things are.
You and I are going to fight. We’re going to bicker about why you shouldn’t take ubers and taxis alone. You’re going to tell me I’m being dramatic and overbearing, and I’m going to tell you that one in five women in the United States gets sexually assaulted every year.

This means, my beautiful girl, that while you’re out with your clique, one out of the five of you or two out of the ten of you, will indeed be sexually assaulted, if it hasn’t happened already. You’re going to say “bullshit mom” and rush out the door with the high-heels you stole from my closet, and I’m going to be sitting at home praying you’re okay the whole time- because I cannot fathom anything happening to my other half.

I’ll buy you pepper-spray and bear mace but you’ll tell me that your university has banned the carrying of both because it once leaked into a girl’s backpack and therefore is considered a hazard to the student community.

I’ll scream and throw Italian hands in the air because this is the world we live in as women. Where the statistics show that women get assaulted, but we are often are so limited in how we can protect ourselves. I’m going to sneak a spray or two into your backpack, anyways because I’d rather you be safe than sorry.

I need you to remember my love, that you are beautiful and smart-talented and wise beyond your youthful years. Never, ever, EVER, let a man tell you or convince you otherwise. You are strong, and independent. You do not need a man to succeed in this life or the next.

But if you fall in love, my darling, make sure it is with a man with a good heart and a good mind. He is not to be disrespectful to you, to talk down to you, or to make you feel lesser than you are. If he one drunken night puts his hands on you- you may think “boys will be boys”, because that is what our society has taught us-that if a man puts his hands on us, he’s just being a man and its truly a sign of affection. WRONG.

Your aunt Alexis once told off two women in the school yard whose boys were picking on you. The women said, “they’re just being boys”, “I’m sure they just want to be friends” and your aunt Alexis replied, “no, you should be teaching your boys how to treat women with respect because that way they will grow up to be kind to women, and not to shove them into walls or beat them black and blue.”

Did you know my love, that The Los Angeles Review of Women reported that in 2014 alone, “L.A. County law enforcement agencies reported receiving 39,145 calls for assistance related to domestic violence? Thus, such targeted violence, women may become isolated, unable to work and to care for themselves and their children”.

Almost 40 thousand women reported being assaulted, terrifyingly so, this number excludes all the women who were too scared to speak up-which based on recent reports is staggeringly high as well.
Boys will not be boys, remember that. Settle for a man who will care for you and motivate you to be the best version of yourself and push you to achieve all your wildest dreams. Settle for a man who will talk to you, not at you.

I wish I could say the world has become a safer place since my childhood, but it has only gotten worse. I wish I could say that we didn’t have a president that refers to women as pigs, dogs and meat. That his rhetoric didn’t encourage aggression towards women, but I can’t. I can only teach you to not settle for less, to speak so loud against this oppression that your voice is heard all the way back home in the mountains of Italy. I can only teach you to rise, and to keep rising.

I can only remind you that you are beautiful, smart and wise. That you will succeed to matter what you decide to set your heart into. I can only comfort you when the tears of injustice soak your worn teddy. I can only encourage you, support you and love you like no mother has ever loved before. You are beautiful, and you will never need a man to succeed because you’ll obtain the world just the way you are.

I am forever proud to call you my daughter, my love and my other half. I will always be here for you, my princess.
Xoxo,

Mom