The Seeds Fell

The seeds fell

From the trees

The leaves

We’re buried below

The seeds fell

From the tree

To mix in with the snow

The seeds turned white to

Splotches of yellow

Specks of brown

streaks of black

All over the town

sketches of the wind

splashes of life

Spoons of the vine

Each seed dropped give us freely

Reminding us gently

That seeds are sown all year around

Some would be eaten and the others grown

But seeds are sown all year around

Pocahontas

This year my social studies class is a combined class. The fourth grade and fifth grade students learn side by side.

I follow the fifth grade curriculum.

Today, we are going to watch a movie I said to all the students. Immediately a celebration took course.

Yayyy!!!

They smiled at one another while I waited for them to settle down.

They were so excited. No doubt their thrills were heard down the hallway and out the front door.

Class, do you ever watch movies with Ms. Hurley?

Noooo!!!

They were still exited.

So will this be for pure entertainment?

Very few answered. They were t sure what to expect next.

We will take notes and analyze the pictures. This is called, Art and Race Relations. In Stamped from the Beginning, their reading companion, they read about the corruption of Disney movies. There was no better time to watch Pocahontas.

The movie started and there were times I had to ask them not to talk during the ‘boring parts’ – and then there were times they went absolute silent – during the romantic parts (that’s how I know they are growing up!!).

Every-time I asked them about the voice of the character, to explain the if the dialogue or art was racist or anti- racist- they were correct.

While I was watching it, I heard my close friend’s voice, if you are going to teach them about Pocahontas make sure to tell them the truth. He told me that last year when they were in the fourth grade reading Heart and Soul by Kadir Nelson. That time, we got as far as analyzing the painting that hangs in the nation capitol entitled- Pocahontas Baptism. This year though, our curriculum gave us room to talk more about the Native American. None of them saw the Disney movie and were naturally happy to see it.

The movie ended and there was a common feeling in the room. No one was surprised about the love story or Pocahontas ending up with the White man and few of them questioned it.

Then, I played a video I found on the internet. It talked about the real meaning of Pocahontas and how it connects to Native people. It gave Pocahontas a different name and shared different images. Unlike my student’s jolly behavior during the movie, they were alert and inquisitive. They took notes and asked questions like- Ms. Hurley, is it okay to say sexually assaulted? What does molested mean? Why did Disney lie? What does genocide mean? What is a homicide? Then they answered their own questions: But Disney is for children and if they told the truth then it wouldn’t be a children’s movie anymore! If suicide means to kill yourself, then homicide means to kill other people.

The children had art next but none of them moved when the bell rang. They had more questions about the supreme court and how people were being charged. I asked them to write their feelings down then we spoke about them. We spoke about protecting ourselves and protecting others. The boys had an opportunity to talk about how they felt about girls getting hurt and the girls spoke about how to respect boys, understanding that anyone can hurt anyone.

The students who were known for being quiet were the most vocal when sharing stories they saw on the internet. Students who were known for bravery spoke about Pocahontas losing her agency and how scary that was for them. The lesson lasted until 10 minutes before lunch as oppose to a hour before lunch. I realized that while they were asking me questions, they were mostly interested in what each other thought and how each other felt in that moment. Realizing this made me talk less as the space was there for them to grow and give each other agency.

Article #1

Tonight I traveled to Brooklyn for Professional Development.

I was given Article #1 to read; then the infamous KWL questions to answer: What do want I to know? What did I learn? and what questions do I still have? Afterwards, I was told to present the article as an expert on the topic.

The title of the article was Understanding Reading Instruction for Adult Learners. I wasn’t given the author’s name or even the footnotes about the author’s research.

I read the article twice. Once again, then scanned it. The more I read, the more I realized the situation at hand.

I couldn’t complete the KWL chart because the article did not urge me to want to know more about Understanding Reading Instruction for Adult Learners. I only wrote down comments as if I was speaking to the author. I had no questions.

My indignation started when I read the following paragraph:

These adults know they need help to achieve their educational goals, but are often unaware of what it will take to do so. In particular, they may not realize the extent to which their reading ability is a barrier to their continued educational progress. Many enroll with the goal of earning a GED certificate, and expect to reach that goal in a matter of weeks or months.

Oh dear! I thought. Who put this narrative together?! I’ve heard many talk about teaching adults how to read but this by far was the most offensive. Even the opening statement – these adults- Was there not any other term? Then the writer continued, they are unaware of what it will take to achieve their educational goals

Why, if it’s a goal, then one knows the work towards the goal! They don’t know there will be many obstacles in their way?? They do not set themselves up for the ups and downs of it all??

All the adults I know who can’t read, know the extent of what it would take to reach their goal of learning how to read. This is why they try to take short cuts continuously. This is why they put it off for tomorrow or start and don’t finish.

I read the next two sentences which I also disagreed with – In particular, they may not realize the extent to which their reading ability is a barrier to their continued educational progress. Many enroll with the goal of earning a GED certificate, and expect to reach that goal in a matter of weeks or months.

I am very certain that adult students realize everything. Even the look of disappointment on their teachers’ faces who have low expectations of them. And- students in general are eager to move on. Why shouldn’t they also be eager to do so?

The young man who sat at the table with me, filled his paper up with the common rhetoric of the article. The everyday terminology that we hear in sessions such as the one we were in- decoding, fluency, reading opens many doors, ect. While I sat there struggling with the acceptance of the writer’s diction.

When we began to talk, I pointed out the error of Article #1 and after bantering. He shared a story:

There is a gentleman in my class. He is 79 years of age. His wife passed. He retired. Now he is going to school to learn English. He is unaware of what it would take…

But how in the world is a 79 year old gonna be unaware of what it would take to learn how to read. He spent his whole life not knowing because that was the easy way out. He knew somewhere inside of him that he’ll have to or want to fulfill this desire of learning.

I then told him the story of Mr. Booker T. Washington. Mr. Washington was given the duty of teaching people who were recently enslaved how to read. They all came wanting. They all came very much aware of the situations that existed. Aware of the obstacles. They wanted to start with learning Latin and Greek. They wanted to read immediately. He dealt with them as a wise teacher and helped them to see the need to start at the basics. Through motivation and self- determination they eventually learned. But the struggle along the way, they were aware of it every step of the way.

The bell rang and it was time for me to present Article #1 to a team of 6 people.

I read the basics. Gave them what they wanted to hear then told them what I disagreed with. I told them where I was reading in the paragraph. Then I watched in amazement. They did not pick up Article #1 to read what I had read ( the article was given out while I was speaking). Instead, the educators argued that I was wrong to even think of this. Once again implying since one is illiterate one would not know the extent of how hard it is to learn how to read. I tried to get my point across but the leader of the workshop came over. Gently rubbed my shoulder and said, what one doesn’t know, one doesn’t know what one is missing. That was the final word. She then told the group to move on to Article #2.

The World is Yours

I am at Bisa Butler’s show at Jeffrey Deitch’s gallery.

I went on the last day and it was packed with people.

I had fun taking pictures of people viewing her work.

Some people made fun while I took the photos:

The best part of my night was meeting two educators. One from New Jersey who was also a photographer and I also met a retired editor from Essence magazine. I also enjoyed meeting Bisa Butler.