
Events this past week prodded me to consider what's to come from the Reagan-Bush / Obama-Republican / banks-mortgage co. redesigned America. Now we produce the most expensive mercenaries and disgustingly excessively paid executives in the world. We've come a long way, bebé. Down.
I recently learned of a Denver-area elementary school teacher who was essentially ordered to not use authentic literature, which includes classic literature my generation was raised on, however non-culturally relevant it was for minorities--Jack & the Beanstalk, Alice in Wonderland and the like. Said educator was told to only use books slightly harder than what his first graders could read on their own.
So instead of reading aloud to his students the kinds of stories that captivate children's imaginations, make them want to read more and inspire a few to become authors--something that also aids in developing them as writers--the aforementioned teacher will read down to his students. But for good reason.
No child left behind. But not behind like decades ago when I'd climb on my mom's lap for her to share Robert Louis Stevenson with me. No matter I couldn't comprehend every word or nuance as I followed her finger, another side of my brain was inventing scenarios I'd carry with me until I got old enough to create them on paper. That's a major reason I'm an avid reader, and writer. Many of my generation learned that way in public schools. Yeah, we had basal readers too. But not to replace Alice.

That coincided this week with the Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature--yes, a heavily pro-West recognition, but of much literary merit. Part of one of his poems almost seems to describe how American children are being left behind in a thinking world, to deliberately NOT become future Tranströmers:
The Indoors is Endless
He lies awake, hears the woolly flutter
of night moths, his moonlight comrades.
His strength ebbs out, he pushes in vain
against the iron-bound tomorrow.
And the God of the depths cries out of the depths
‘Deliver me! Deliver yourself!’
All the surface action turns inwards.
He’s taken apart, put together.
The wind rises and the wild rose bushes
catch on the fleeing light.
The future opens, he looks into
the self-rotating kaleidoscope
sees indistinct fluttering faces
family faces not yet born.
By mistake his gaze strikes me
as I walk around here in Washington
among grandiose houses where only
every second column bears weight.
White buildings in crematorium style
where the dream of the poor turns to ash.
The gentle downward slope gets steeper
and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.
[The abyss no child gets left behind, from entering.]
No, and Apple computers are not cheap, anymore than a Lexus could be as cheap as a Toyota. They're just better and those who can afford them don't regret entering the world he and others began. I don't know if Jobs would have started his world if he'd been raised on basal readers. Luckily, his parents and teachers probably did read Alice in Wonderland to him. But it makes me wonder how many potential Steve Jobs are being derailed in America's schools today where avid reading is replaced by basal reading.
I'll leave it to readers to decide who are the Ignobles to include in the title of today's post. All Democrat and Republican politicos are acceptable. All the foundations steering corporate giving toward charter schools are good candidates. And don't forget the education companies that produce basal readers and profit from our society's blame-the-teachers and test-the-kids-mania.
And in the end, will America just read down to their kids, into "an abyss?"
Es todo, hoy
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Enjoyed your musings as always.
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