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.

Spike Lee with my Students

Just as my class was about to leave the exhibit, someone whispered in Ms. Cynthia’s ear

Spike Lee is here.

Ms. Cynthia then whispered it in my ear.

Then, I whispered it in Ms. Cheryl’s ear.

Who whispered it in Ms. Aisha’s ear.

Ms. Cynthia went to see where he was and he was in the gallery right next to ours.

Ms. Hurley, go and ask Spike Lee if he’ll come and spend time with the students Ms. Cheryl asked me.

So, I stopped teaching and Ms. Cheryl and I walked into the next gallery.

Mr. Lee, If I may, I am a teacher and my students are here-

Where are they?

In the next gallery.

Okay, give me a moment.

He ended his conversation and then said,

Go get them and sit them on this stoop.

It’s a lot of them.

They gonna have to fit.

Okay,

The students had no idea he was in the next room. They followed me and one by one passed Mr. Lee. They all took double looks which I thought was funny and begin to record.

He told them to sit down and then sat himself- which automatically made some run to sit next to him.

Except for the people in the room taking pictures these preteens who are never silent, stopped talking and

all said “Thank You” to Mr. Lee while taking the photo. Those in the room also joined us saying “Thank You”

At the end, Spike Lee walked to me and gave me surprise hug.

The Cons of Visiting the Brooklyn Museum with my Class- and a Surprise at the End…

A little after I saw the Spike Lee Show and saw it again, I decided I should ask my principal if we could bring our students.

Yes!!

All sorts of planning went into the visit. I wrote out extensive lesson plans, created a slideshow, gave teachers the heads up about which videos and pictures to avoid and visited each class to prepare for this visit.

However, as I sit up at 1:30 in the morning and reflect on my day at the museum, I need to rant.

There were five teachers all together to help students in grades second to fifth. This was perfect because one teacher took students to the bathroom while another diverted some children’s attention away from heavy content and another was able to remind students not to run. However, all teachers should have been well versed with the show by the time we got there and one wasn’t. The one who wasn’t well versed in the show had the most to say to me during the show, while I was teaching:

I saw your class take a picture in front of those signs. Be careful- That sign there says- Bed-Stuy.

Yes, I know. What are you talking about?

You get it? Bed- Study?

No, I don’t get it. Bed- Stuy is a neighborhood.

Oh, really!?

I should add that she is new to the environment and the county, however; when teaching I don’t make any exceptions. She should have been the most silent person. Her comments and impromptu direction of the children made me work extra hard. At one point, she allowed the children into a room to watch a scene from Fight the Power before I could warn, pull children out ( not all grades were allowed in each room) or even say when they should see it.

I told the teachers when to move and what to expect throughout the show. I had to run to her and tell her no!

The older children who read intensively about the KKK were allowed to watch the scene from Black Klansmen. This gave them insight about their world today. However, I prepared them and spoke to them before they entered each room.

I told my students to go in – but she was on the other side telling them to leave:

They will go home and talk to their parents!

Yes, that’s what they should do! Go in!

Watching the video did give them insight. As they were walking out, they weren’t repeating things they often said about Trump nor were they laughing about the situation.

Why didn’t Trump stop those people? That’s the KKK! We saw that cross in the book (Kadir Nelson’s Heart and Soul) Why were they allowed to drive their car into the crowd? Did they go to jail?

The rest of the show I made sure to focus on joyous items. Kehinde Wiley’s painting in the last gallery was perfect to send them away with. They were told to walk into the image. Imagine you are at the investiture of the bishop becoming a duke. Some spoke about dressing fancy and others spoke about wearing a Dodgers number 42 jersey with Jordans.

Next, we visited the store. They were overjoyed to visit the store and I was happy for them. Most of them had $20.00 and no one had less than $10.00.

The museum moved its location and was still unpacking (hopefully). While there were items to buy, there was nothing that would draw the eye of a child on a school trip. Nothing that they could afford. This made the store visit the worst idea as I paid the difference for my students.

All of the toys were $35.00 and above. I tried to tell them to buy the postcards but honestly, even I wasn’t interested in the art on the postcards. They ran to the pens. But- who really wants a pen? Others brought highlighters in a plastic box. There were paint pens that they looked at but the store manager stood by and told them it was not for children. Then I directed them to the journals and magnets from an previous Kehinde Wiley show.

Look, this art is by Kehinde Wiley! They ran to me and asked for the price. Each journal was a different price! The one the girls were drawn to with a lady on the cover was $29.00 so they got the one with a man on the cover for $28.00. The museum gave me a ten percent educators discount (after I asked for it), but added New York State tax and New York City tax and took off 9 cents because we were commuters. This left us at $27.43.

I complained in the store about the prices and asked the workers to please bring this up at the next staff meeting. One worker told me the Met is doing the same thing as If this was an excuse for highway robbery. I never had this experience in the Met.

It just frustrates me to go into a museum and finally see art that relates to me but to visit the store and everything is extremely overpriced! The only memorabilia related to the show they could afford was the journal. None of Spike Lee’s objects were on postcards.

One customer watching said he also noticed that there was nothing for children to buy for the amount they had in their hands. My students each gave me gratitude hugs. I spent over $100.00 paying the difference on journals. One fourth grader whose parents gave her $30.00 was able to afford a Basquiat book which she told me she was buying for her research project. A second grader whose parents gave her 15.00 picked up a mini box puzzle of a pizza. The rest brought a journal and some pens.

For two children who did not come with money (out of 30 children), I purchased different types of post cards for them to choose from and one Journal for myself. As I gave the cashier my card, she put a smile on my face. – I want to buy this for you. The work you do is very important. She then gave me a hug and asked me my name. I was very surprised and taken aback by her humanitarian gesture. Even if she didn’t buy my items, reminding me about the work I do, was what I will remember about the entire trip. I won’t even bring up the teacher’s annoying behavior in the next staff meeting!

Note from Alawni

My students send me messages any time of day.

Sometimes they want to know what I’m doing or they are wishing me a happy birthday or they are sending me gifs.

Today when I opened the learning platform, I read this message:

[1/23 7:31 PM] dear ms.hurley u are the greatest teacher i have ever met u are so nice and kind u take your time for us student u deserve something very very special place and a long vacation but i dont have a place but hear are some ideas california hawai  vermont virgina washington d.c