Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Call to End Cookie-Cutter Education

The real death of America will come when everyone is alike.” –Ralf Ellison

As a matter of principle, I think that cultural differences should definitely be recognized and taken into account in schools. There is this concept of using schools and other institutions to turn people into “good Americans.” It is a cookie-cutter formula of the past, and educators of today and tomorrow must abandon this idea. Not only does it conflict with the founding of our nation, but it also denies basic human rights.

To talk about this, first we must define culture. The article we read for class, Culture Clash, made some very good points about culture and how it relates to people. Viadero writes, “Culture is the lens through which everyone sees the world.” (1997, para 56). Not only do we need to recognize cultural differences, we need to embrace them.

Our nation is founded on this very idea. We are a country of freedom: freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of the press, and freedom to pursue happiness. We also acknowledge the basic rights of humankind. In the Bill of Rights, Americans assert that the government may not deprive any person of life. One could argue that suppressing a person’s culture and forcing another culture on them is depriving them of life.

Why is it, then, that schools are passing “English only” laws? Why do we ignore obvious differences between ethnic and cultural groups, and instead insist on educating people the “white way?” Why are educators forcing people into cookie-cutter molds of the past?

The idea that schools should turn students into “good Americans” is one of the past. And yet it continues to show up in educational systems all across America. A “good American” is someone who goes to school, is respectful, learns the things the teachers/state determine is important, attend college, and get a middle/upper-middle class job, and live happily ever after. Many people call this the “American Dream,” which basically consists of getting married, having two kids (a boy and a girl), a yard, a dog, two+ cars, a fairly high-paying job, and a white picket fence. It is very materialistic and monetary-driven.

Instead, educators should embrace the cultural (and other) differences their students bring to the classroom. Our system of education has to adapt to the way the world is changing. Globalization affects everyone. Society is diverse. We are no longer a Caucasian society with a few minorities. People of differing ethnicities, religions, cultures, and races are coming together and living in a nation as one people. Our school systems should recognize this and implement reality into the education systems. We need to change the way we educate students, and we also need to change the way we educate our teachers. As Viadero asserts, we need to teach teachers how to learn about their students. (1997, para 42). More harm is certainly done by ignorance. (Viadero, 1997, para 40).

Teachers need to be trained to incorporate multicultural education into their curriculum. This is a multi-step process. Some ideas/steps include using a variety of strategies that “actively and regularly involve parents, including provisions for languages other than English,” make sure to “actively incorporating students’ life experiences and interests and tailor curriculum to meet the cultural, developments, and individual needs of the children,’ and training that “challenges students to uncover, face, and change their own biases, discomforts, and misinformation and identify and alter educational practices that collude with racism and other institutionalized discrimination and prejudice.” (Lee, Enid, Menkart, Deborah, Okazawa-Rey, Margo, 1998, p. 3-4). This is the type of educational reform America needs. Culture is not something that can be ignored, even if the classroom does not seem to be culturally diverse.

This is because even people of the same racial background have different cultures. For instance, my cultural identity is very different from a male, white, upper-middle class student who sits in front of me in class. We disagree on many things, especially relating to education and multicultural education/making people into “good Americans.” In fact, one day after our class discussion about cultural differences and multicultural education, I wrote a poem in response to some of the things that were said.

Poem to the Boy in my Cultural Diversity Class

Your ignorance is not my bliss

nor is it your bliss, though you think so

"As long as it's not harming me"

those words slash me

they are daggers from your upper middle-class white male mouth

in college, people are supposed to be open-minded

we are the new generation,

ushering in tolerance

and love

You open your mouth, and we're back in the '50's

I am boiling and bleeding

and can do nothing but talk of human dignity

the basic rights of mankind

and wonder aloud

if you'd say the same thing if you were in different shoes

But my anger falls on deaf ears

which were lucky enough to be born white, and well-off.

The education system needs to be reformed to meet the true needs of the students and the society. This cookie-cutter approach can no longer be accepted. What works for Sue may not work for Joe. As educators, it is our job to educate all people, and that includes different cultures. Education is a huge form of validation for children. If a students’ own culture is ignored or deemed “less important,” what are we telling them about their identity? We must strive to implement the necessary changes to build a better society, educate people of all backgrounds and cultures, and affirm the basic rights of humankind.

Lee, Enid, Menkart, Deborah, Okazawa-Rey, Margo (eds.), 1988. “Beyond Heroes and Holidays: A Peractical Guide to K-12 Anti-Racist, Multicultural Education and Staff Development”. Washington D.C.: Network of Educators on the Americas, p. 4.

Viadero. 1977. “Culture Clash.”

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Poem to the Boy in My Cultural Diversity Class

Your ignorance is not my bliss
nor is it your bliss, though you think so
"As long as it's not harming me"
those words slash me
they are daggers from your upper middle-class white male mouth
in college, people are supposed to be open-minded
we are the new generation,
ushering in tolerance
and love
You open your mouth, and we're back in the '50's
I am boiling and bleeding
and can do nothing but talk of human dignity
the basic rights of mankind
and wonder aloud
if you'd say the same thing if you were in different shoes
But my anger falls on deaf ears
which were lucky enough to be born white, and well-off.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Untitled

I dreamt of you last night
but when I awoke, it was only me
and my wishful face in the mirror

My Good News Is, Part 2

My good news is that I grew up in a family where reading and life skills were important. I attended private schools with smaller classes. I got a lot of attention from teachers, parents, grandparents, and other relatives who spent endless amounts of time with me. My good news is also that I want to give back to the community. I want to change people’s lives for the better. My good news is the desire to share the joy deep inside me, a joy that remains despite trials and hardship. My good news is compassion for those around me, especially children or people who are hurting. I can read, and so I will help others to read.

My good news is talking with Dr. C, realizing my life calling, and accepting the person I am called to be.

Friday, September 11, 2009

If I Could Be a Smell

I'd be the smell of cut grass
or the smell of the earth
after a huge thunderstorm
I'd be an Italian restaurant
my grandmother's baked bread
a bouquet of roses
the smell of the ocean's salty breath
mountain air
or fresh laundry
I'd be the smell of happiness
or a child's gleeful laugh
snuggling puppies
and a birthday cake baking in the oven
I'd be the smell of chocolate chip cookies
a picnic in the park
a cookout in my backyard
the smell of Springtime
Summer
or pomegranate bodywash
I'd be the smell of success
fresh fruit salad
a garden in bloom
I'd be the smell of coming home
Christmastime
and falling in love

The Fountain's Song

The fountain's song
reminds me of the music in your laughter
we collect memories like stamps
and our dreams move leisurely with an unseen breeze

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poem to My Future Husband

I think I'm in love with your smile
the way our hands will probably be a perfect match
the color of your eyes when we say goodnight
and sitting on a porch, together
or laying in our grass (will we have a yard?)
our laughter making music.
i think we'll spend our free time snuggling
or dancing in the kitchen
or playing ball, you can choose
hopscotch?
not everything will be sunshine and roses
but we'll be together.
i think we'll get a puppy (I hope you like dogs!)
and we'll take him on walks
I've already named him Moose (I hope you don't mind)
I bet we'll talk of adventure
Socrates, Plato, Philosophy
Maybe we'll travel the world?
I sure do like airplane rides.

I think the way you hug me will make me melt
and I hope my head can fit in the crook of your neck.
I bet you'll enjoy reading books
or, at least humor me when I talk about them
I think you'll make me insanely happy
and adding each other to our lives
won't complete us,
but instead, will allow us to walk side by side
sometimes barefoot, sometimes clothed.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Lessons/Stories from the Brush



Lessons/Stories from the Bush

The other night a missionary named John Cutts came by our house to talk to my family and some friends. John lives with the Moni tribe in West Papua. He has lived there since he was 2 years old. John’s parents were missionaries to the Moni, wrote out the Moni alphabet language for the first time, and translated most of the Bible into Moni. John knows their language fluently and continues ministering to them today with his wife. Here are some of the stories he told us. All of them are true.

The tribes in Papua New Guinea speak over 1/5 of all the world's languages. One of the biggest tribes in the mountainous area is the Moni Tribe. In the area where John grew up, there are 4 main tribes--and Moni is the largest.

Hazi Talk: These tribes had never seen a white person before missionaries in the 20th century arrived, and yet they had a strange legend in their culture. For generations the chiefs taught their tribes a legend about the white people like ghosts who would come someday. These ghost people would teach Hazi (eternal talk). They would tell the tribes how to live forever. I got goosebumps when John told that story! No one knows how that legend started or why it circulated for so long. It was an important part of their culture long before the first white man ever showed up.

First Encounter: The first time a white person showed up on the island, the news spread like wildfire. The chief of the Moni people heard that a white ghost had arrived and was speaking to a nearby tribe. The Moni chief walked through the jungle for three days to see the white ghost. Because the missionary was visiting another tribe that spoke another language, the Moni chief couldn't understand everything that was being said. After the missionary was done talking, the chief asked him to come to his village. The missionary couldn't understand him, so he gave the chief a bar of soap and a glass bottle of merthiolate, which is like iodine, some of the best medicine of the day. The chief walked back to his village and called all the people around him. He told them that a white ghost had given these gifts to him, and they were going to let his people live forever. Then he shaved the bar of soap into pieces and gave them out to the tribe, telling them to eat it. The people did, but there wasn't enough soap for everyone. So then the chief gave the people who didn't get any soap a sip of the merthiolate, but there wasn't enough of that either. So then he took a rock and smashed the glass bottle of merthiolate, and gave a little piece of glass to everyone who didn't get some soap or merthiolate, and they ate the glass. But the people kept dying and the missionary never showed up. Until John's parents walked into the village years later.

John’s parents lived with the Moni people, learning their language and culture. They were eager to share the Gospel with the Moni people, and eventually, God showed them the perfect way to explain the Good News. It's amazing how the Gospel reaches people of all nations and languages. To the Moni people, the Gospel just makes sense. There is a tradition within the tribes of West Papua. When two tribes war with each other, they have to keep fighting until there has been an equal number of deaths on each side. So, if side A has 4 deaths but side B has 6 deaths, they have to keep fighting. Maybe the next day, side A has 6 deaths, but now side B has 7 deaths. So they have to keep warring.

But there is a way out of it. If the tribe with fewer deaths decides it doesn’t want to fight anymore, they can have the Ceremony of the White Pig. What this means is that the tribe that has the fewer deaths will pick one of its warriors to sacrifice. The tribe selects the warrior, binds his hands, ties him to a spear, and hands him over to the other side as an offering of peace. It is called the Ceremony of the White Pig because pigs are the most valuable things in their culture. Pigs are a sign of wealth, used to buy brides, and during times of festivities. The White Pig (the chose warrior) is given to the other tribe, and they kill him. Then there can be peace between the tribes again.

So, the idea of Jesus as a sacrifice makes perfect sense to them. God wants peace with mankind so badly, He gave His best warrior and only son as a sacrifice so we could have peace. How amazing that such a concept makes perfect sense to people in one of the most remote places in the world!

An Actual Ceremony: John gets invited to a Ceremony of the White Pig. It's a really big deal for him to be invited and to be able to witness the ceremony. So John arrives at the place where the ceremony is happening. The two tribes are hooping and hollering and dancing around because they are so excited to enter a time of peace. The warrior who has been chosen as the White Pig is in the center of this giant celebration, hands tied to a spear that's stuck in the ground. John is watching all of this, thinking, "What am I supposed to do? Do I cut the guy loose? Do I stop them and tell them its wrong? Do I say to take me in his place?" And as he is thinking and praying, all of a sudden, all of these warriors come running into the clearing screaming and celebrating up a storm! In their hands are giant sticks, and they are carrying large, live boars tied to the sticks. They lay out the boars, one after another in front of the other tribe. There are 63 boars! The tribe that caught the pigs asks the other tribe if they will accept the 63 pigs as a gift instead of their warrior as a sacrifice. They say that they know now that they shouldn't sacrifice their own because of Jesus, and even though it's a serious tradition, they'd like to give 63 boars in his place.

The other tribe huddles together and talks about it for awhile. They finally decide to take the boars in place of the warrior. And they cut him free.

How amazing is that? We are like the warrior, tied to a spear, about to be sacrificed because of our sin, and Jesus takes our place (like the boars) and cuts us free of our bonds.

If you liked these stories and want to know more and/or support John, here is a link to his website: http://villageheartbeat.org/