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The Zuni Mountain Poets and the Gotcha Society of the Angry and Uber Rich

What participation in the Zuni Mountain Poets has taught me is that education works best when strengths, rather than weaknesses, are emphasized. Under Jack Carter North’s tutelage, learned while he was a teacher for the Zuni School District, no one is ever corrected during the Sunday poets’ meetings. All the poets who bring poems read them, and then those who wish to comment discourse on the poem, trying to deal with the poem and not the sideways and byways of human discourse. The system is simple and direct, but the results are extraordinary. Poets that begin coming to the meetings hesitant become, over time, sure footed, strengths began to develop into a characteristic style that is almost always recognizable, and the result is a music larger than any single poet or voice.

To say that I am deeply troubled about today’s educational system is an understatement. The educational system has clearly become a reflection of the larger society, and that society, with its growing number of families in poverty, shrinking middle class, and destructive politics, is sick. The philosophy that inspires the Zuni Mountain poets is largely absent as the Gotcha Society of the Angry and Uber Rich rail against the elements of American society that once made it exceptional: Its social safety net, growing middle class that believed their children would be better off than they were, its extraordinary ability to invent and make things, its fabulous arts and architecture, and an education system that was something new under the sun: It served everyone and not just those pre-destined by their parents and the elite to become society’s elite. The movement away from the charter schools of early American history, the Latin Schools, was a signature accomplishment

This morning my daughter called from Green Bay, Wisconsin. She was telling me that teachers in the Green Bay School District, a district she fought to find a job in because of what she believed was its overall excellence, were shocked and so upset that some were in a daze. Last week they received their first checks since the Great Scott Walker and his Republican minions began to gleefully declare open war on Wisconsin teachers. Most of Green Bay’s teachers had received a pay cut that amounted to hundreds of dollars per pay period. Some of the older teachers, according to my daughter, were wondering how they were going to make their mortgages while keeping their children in college. All the teachers were afraid that even though they had worked hard to become teachers, they were now going to be challenged to live the American dream of owning a house, sending their kids to college, and having a two car garage. My daughter then went on to say, “And Dad! They still have a deficit in the tens of millions of dollars! The school board is going to have to cut the budget some more!”

Scott Walker gave the uber rich a big tax cut in Wisconsin and believes in his gut of guts that progressive taxation is wrong, wrong, wrong. He is against class warfare where the poor and middle class defend themselves against those who are taking the spirit out of the country. He is sure that the job creators will create more jobs if only they are given more incentives so they can have more fancy toga parties beside their swimming pools and on their yachts. He is convinced that if you eliminate unions, cut out the social safety net, and generally lord it over the middle class, the wealthier classes will be better off. Let’s do charter schools, he says. Let’s privatize education and let the private sector fix what is broken.

After all, look how good the private sector, after its great accomplishment of eliminating government regulations, did when the build-up to the Great Recession we are now living through happened. They increased poverty, shrunk the middle class, started the War on Obama in an effort to ensure the election of their champions, foreclosed on millions of homes, destroyed millions of lives, and ate at the finest five star restaurants in the country. In the process they created the Tea Party and negative energy that rages like a bull in the china closet of life, crashing into the country’s precious artifacts, such as the Constitution they claim to love, and leaving the government as well as everyday lives of everyday people in shards.

The Zuni Mountain poets, though they face ups and downs, are a metaphor for a different path. In education a child who is down on themselves can be lifted up through praise and a belief in abilities hidden from themselves and their friends. When I was a young teacher at Menominee County Community School on the Menominee Reservation, I remember my first day there during a snowy December. We had young people standing by the school’s heaters staring out into space. If you tried to talk to them, they did not respond. They acted like traumatized victims with PSTD.

In the early days there were a lot of problems with Menominee County Community School. As an early experiment in Indian Controlled Education, its efforts to approach education from a different direction did not always work, but there is one thing to be said about the teachers and staff at the school. They cared about those students standing along the walls and acting up in the classrooms. They tried to do something about self concepts and attitudes that had no place in society, no less a school. They worked at finding the good in those students, and sometimes, though not always, a turnaround occurred. There are students who eventually earned a college degree because of teachers who saw good in students that they did not see in themselves until it was nurtured into consciousness.

If a school or country is building a dream so strong it vibrates the bones, that school, or country, will succeed. Verna Fowler, President of the College of the Menominee Nation, which, once upon a time a long time ago, I helped found while working with her, liked to say that if you strengthen a strength you weaken a weakness. Positive thought, positive emotions, dedication to building something good and lasting reverberates toward success. Constant criticism, harping, divisive games in the dark of night, bitter sarcasm, hatred, anger, belief that an individual is part of God’s chosen people while the rest of humankind are scum, fear, messianic zeal that leads to extreme acts of whatever kind, all lead to complications, upset people, confusion, and a downward spiral difficult to turn around. If you believe in a human being, listen to their story, and then do something to help them achieve their dream, even if that something is as small as a cheerful good morning or as significant as a helping hand, then societal growth and success is possible. If you sit in your hundred million dollar mansion and spend your days trying to figure out how you’re going to make 400 million rather than 350 million dollars this year, and forget about the least of us while proclaiming your Christianity, then malaise is the likely result as your greed creates the conditions for general troubles and societal failure.

The world is more complicated than I am expressing here, but also as simple. Saying good morning and building strengths in individuals will not end the malaise the educational system or the country is facing. But, in the end, I believe in the dream of George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Samuel Adams, Alexander Hamilton, and all the other founding fathers. I believe in the wisdom of the Zuni Mountain poets even though I doubt my own wisdom. By building for the good of all the people, holding out in front of us ideals worth living for, we can build a citie on a hill, the old American dream. By not serving all the people and pushing for the good of the few, all we can do is create a gulf between the few and the many so large that it can, after a generation of unfairness and injustice, threaten the foundations of the exceptionalism that once was America and is now threatened.

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Henry David Thoreau and John Boehner’s Stone Face Sitting Behind President Obama

Watching Speaker Boehner’s stone face during most of President Obama’s speech to the joint session of Congress on job creation Thursday night, I began to think of Henry David Thoreau and the beginning of his masterpiece, Walden. Thoreau believed he could find the universe in a few acres near the cabin he built for himself by Walden Pond. He thought that most activities pursued by the farmers and shopkeepers in and around Concord, Massachusetts missed the entire purpose of life. From his standpoint too many people lived to labor and complained about the difficulties of their lives. He believed in a businesslike approach to life, but also thought that one good line of poetry, or an understanding of why a common plant that others overlooked was beautiful, was more important in the long range of human and geologic history. “The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation,” he wrote. “But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.”

Looking at Congressman Boehner on the seat above the President and the well of the Congress, beside the Vice President, I thought that maybe he should heed Thoreau’s words: “Most of the luxuries of life, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind,” and realize that the job creators are not after the good of the common man, but after their own good. It is highly unlikely that their good will lead to either the elevation of mankind or even the U.S. economy’s stabilization.

I do not choose to go to the woods and live like Thoreau lived at Walden Pond, carefully keeping accounts of pennies I have spent on seed and materials while making a partnership with the land that feeds me well enough to let me apply myself to thoughts about universal truths and poetry. Although his attitude attracts me like nectar attracts a honeybee, I cannot, for the life of me, throw myself into poetry, philosophy, and science and ignore the daily news. I cannot even discover the wisdom that tells me how to avoid the desperation that surrounds us in these troubled times. Thursday night, driving home after work from Crownpoint through the canyon to Thoreau to Continental Divide, I listened to President Obama on radio and hoped he would get what he was eloquently pleading for even though I am afraid that an even bolder plan may be needed if I and Ethel are going to be able to retire with even a meager comfort.

Later, when I saw Boehner’s face after I got home and watched CNN and the blathering class blathering, I, along with the rest of the world, knew. The Republicans were not going to embrace the President’s proposals and try to rescue the country from its malaise, but were going to parse, give faint praise, and talk about consensus because the disaster they created for themselves out of the debt ceiling fight made them wary of going the way of the charging rhino into the market square again. They are going to dance the macabre dance of middle class destruction while singing as if they and the uber rich are going to make all right with the world again.

One of the questions that plagues me is this, how do we live in a world that seems to be going downhill without falling into a despair so black that we cannot see the horizon even if it exists? While the uber rich enrich themselves while increasing already too high piles of hindrances to the elevation of humankind, how can we, as individuals, smile when we see a field of wild sunflowers shining yellow in a late afternoon sun or laugh for joy when our grandchild hands us a strawberry he has just picked and looks puckishly at us to see if we get that this is his gift even though we are standing inside acres of fields of strawberries? How do we keep the quiet desperation of the mass of common men at bay long enough to live the lives that we could live if Boehner did not look so stone faced while sitting behind the President?

As far as I know I have written poetry since I was twelve years old, and I married an artist and a poet who still amazes me even after forty-three wondrous years of marriage. When Kevin, our son died so young of cancer, about the only solace I had was to sit in his sickroom and try to think through life by writing sonnets. The good lines of poetry Thoreau valued are hard to come by, but when they do come, there is a moment when peace slips through despair and allows us to understand, if only for a moment, the promises in every moment we take a breath.

In the end, in spite of the difficulties of life, John Boehner, and those that are hindrances to the good of humankind, I am a positive rather than a negative human being. I work everyday as an educator, trying my best to touch lives in positive, rather than negative ways. I look at my wife and marvel that she deigned to marry someone as unpromising as an unpublished poet. I write poetry and sing songs that search for emotions and truth that go to the center of what is good, rather than negative, about human beings. I try to keep my ego in check and realize that every time I honor someone that I know or who crosses my path I create a rhythm that pools outward and helps to make this day a slightly better day.

Henry David Thoreau was right. If we can plant a garden and tend it with our own labor and study the colors of sunset reflected off a small pond as the sun sinks in the west, then the day’s news is not as important as it seems. If we can spend a little bit of time working on moments that can make a difference for ourselves, our families, and those in our lives, then the stone faces of the world are not as important even if they are remembered fifty or a hundred years from now for their foolish arrogance. Let them fume, fuss, gather their loot, and place it in the tombs of their vaults. They cannot truly appreciate a single good line of poetry from any poet worth his or her salt.

Let us give them hell and try to limit the damage they are doing, but let us also remember that they are not the substance or the meaning of our lives.

Tomorrow, with any luck, Ethel and I will get up early, work on poems, and drive to Inscription Rock Trading Post for the every Sunday meeting of the Zuni Poets. We’ll forget, for awhile, about President Obama’s speech, John Boehner’s stone face, and the slow, unconscionable withering away of the middle class, and sit on the outdoor patio where the wind chimes sometimes make it hard to hear as we would like to hear as the other poets read their poems. We’ll store up eternity inside who we are as it is unleashed by poems as good as any being written in the world today, and the demons will snarl their deprecations of sanity away from where we are, and we will feel good as we drive around a bend and see the glory of Mount Taylor towering blue in the distance above the slopes of the Zuni Mountains.

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Governor Scott Walker, the Uber Rich, and the Destruction of Public Education, or How to Make American Education Great Again

Governor Scott Walker in Wisconsin has, in many ways, done more to do harm to the public education system in the United States than almost any other politician. The strange part of this story is that if you read Walker’s statements about education, he says over and over again that a great education system is necessary to the economic future of the state of Wisconsin. He always pairs that statement with one about money, claiming that paying for a great education system is different from operating a great education system. He claims that by reducing the cost of the education system local government officials can spend more money directly on students and actually improve the system as it exists.

Wisconsin traditionally has had one of the best educational systems in the country, which is one of the strangest aspects of Walker’s position. Why try to reform a system that is working? This year it is ranked third among the fifty states. Last year it was second.

Both of my daughters are educators in Wisconsin. Our oldest daughter, Sonja, is in the process of doing her student teaching, earning her teaching certification after working in a Catholic school, a homeless shelter, and other places as a teacher for years, and Mary, our youngest daughter, is not only a wonderful teacher, but a war-tested veteran of the Green Bay public school district. If you pay attention to Wisconsin news on education you will know that Green Bay’s school board is the most teacher-unfriendly board in the state.

Both of our daughters are depressed about their chosen profession. Like teachers I have talked to around the country, they feel the unrelenting attack on the nation’s public school system and on educators make their profession one of the most hated professions in America. Governor Walker, the drum major in front of the band of educational reformers that trumpet the genius of private charter schools and the erosion of America’s leadership in education in the world, deeply depresses them. They wonder how a man who is all about monied interests could possibly become Governor of a state with Wisconsin’s progressive history. They both question their decision to become teachers. Most of the great teachers I know are equally as depressed. They wish they had never become educators.

I do not know how Governor Walker in his heart of hearts thinks about public education. I know he has two sons enrolled in public schools. Maybe he really believes the rhetoric he spews out in aggressive soundbites and expressions of his superior-to-the-common-folk attitude. Maybe he believes magic really exists and that he is the wizard who can speak incantations and make the education system better by eliminating funding that allows teachers to live a middle class lifestyle and feel good about themselves and provides school supplies and books learners need if they are to be taught. Maybe he and Governors and politicians like him really believe that by giving all the wealth to the wealthy the poor will be grateful for their poverty. Maybe he believes that sucking wealth from the middle and poorer classes and giving it to rich business-people and speculators is the way to bring prosperity to the country. After all, if business is rich, will not jobs flow to the under-classes like manna from heaven? Even if the wealthy do not pay middle class wages to those doing those jobs and send endless streams of jobs overseas?

But the truth is that Walker is not a wizard. If he truly believes in the magic his words spew into public airwaves, he is a fool. If you starve the beast, government funded public education, then you weaken the beast and can easily, if you are not careful, destroy its spirit if not its life. I do not believe Governor Walker is a fool. I believe he has chosen to side with the uber rich class because he knows where there is butter for his bread, but I could be wrong. I cannot see into other people’s spirits and hearts.

If Walker really wants to improve Wisconsin’s education system, he needs to take lessons from the best education system in the world in Finland. What strikes scholar after scholar who has studied the Finnish system is that Finland’s educators feel as if they work in the best profession in the world. Politicians in Finland are not continually making idiotic comments about how terrible their system is. They do not require endless standardized tests and benchmarks that guarantee long-term failure, the legacy of George Bush’s No Child Left Behind initiative. They are not obsessed with accountability and making sure Finnish taxpayers are getting their money’s worth.

Instead, the Finnish people and their leaders believe that education is important and that those who deliver learning to their children and college students are among the best, most valuable people in their society. The result is simple. In Finland educators who are honored deliver an educational system that has been among the best educational systems in the world for decades.

When I was young the United States had the best education system in the world. In fact, the educational system was so good it created the largest middle class the world has ever seen and created endless streams of jobs built from innovation, industry, skills, knowledge, and strong values. It was part of the secret to making the United States the wealthiest country in the world. When I was young my parents and parents all over the country would have never dreamed that education would become a system that deserved to be attacked as wasteful and a bad bargain for taxpayers.

Teachers were honored, and if one of my parent’s boys got out of line with a teacher, boy, were you in trouble. Teachers were the knowledge bringers, the deliverers of a good future, the key to making life better for children than it was for their parents, and as such a teacher’s words and judgments were important. They delivered prosperity to all of us.

I am nearing the end of my career as an educator, and I am prejudiced, but I believe that teachers are still the key to the future for Wisconsin, New Mexico, and the rest of the country. I believe education is the key to prosperity for the United States and other countries. I believe wealth comes from knowledge and learning, not information, and the application of knowledge to creating things and getting things done.

Educators are put through endless hoops and a great deal of expense to earn the honor of touching alive the minds and spirits of the young and young adults. Charter schools and for-profit colleges and universities have not outperformed the public school systems in the United States, as crippled as that system has become by constant attacks from the uber rich and their allies who seem to think that if only they could have a little more freedom from regulations and a little more of the country’s wealth (after they control most of it anyway) then the entire country would benefit as they sit on their gold-plated toilets.

Mostly good things come from educators: They show the pathway to the world’s knowledge, whether that knowledge is ancient or new, spark alive imaginations, teach self-discipline, tell a young person who is down that they can reach for the stars, help young people believe in themselves, encourage creative fires in classrooms and society, build reading, writing, and arithmetic skills, and make it possible for individuals to make a society that serves all of us. I chant a chant for teachers everywhere and that chant is much more important than the magic-wishing incantations of a Governor Walker–whether they live in Wisconsin, Africa, the Middle East, Europe, Asia, or elsewhere. I sing the intelligence of the Finns.

Teachers are important. They do not deserve angry-eyed parents who storm in their classrooms demanding that their son or daughter is being treated unfairly when their child did not do their homework and is not earning an A. They deserve support, not demands for excellence delivered by angry school boards who cannot see out of the bubble of their own lives and concerns. They deserve recognition rather than ridicule foaming out of business people and politicians. They even deserve a middle class wage, which the uber rich can easily afford and that will serve the interests of the rich in the long-run. A rising tide still lifts all boats while a sinking tide leaves even the fanciest yachts grounded.

If this country wants to become a world leader in education again, it must first get the loudest voices condemning the education system and demanding accountability to shut up. If you want to create value, you must first value what you want to create. If you do not value what is valuable and trash it with words, it can end up in the garbage dump, and recovering what you have thrown away might be impossible.

May all educators in the United States and in every country of the world receive the blessings they deserve. My daughters are extraordinary teachers.

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