I had a funny little story going around that comes from a subreddit called True Off My Chest.
And it's just about a white teacher who came to realize some things about his black students and he's tired of pretending not to notice them.
You know what I mean?
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So on to the story.
It's titled I used to teach in a black inner city school.
Their issues are their own fault and I'm tired of pretending otherwise.
Aren't you?
I sure am.
I've been a high school science teacher for a little under ten years.
I've primarily worked at poor urban schools with high Hispanic immigrant populations and I've loved most of my career.
Yeah, some low points and difficult times, but that's everyone, right?
The year I taught at a black inner city school almost made me leave the profession entirely.
I was entering my fifth year teaching and I decided to take on a new challenge.
Yeah.
Local inner city schools had been advertising turnaround initiatives and I decided to give it a go as the school I was at had successfully completed a turnaround initiative started when I had first arrived.
The two schools were very similar with one major difference.
The proportion of students who were listed as economically disadvantaged, parenthetical poverty, was the same at both schools, but I was leaving primarily Hispanic to go to primarily black.
The entire year was a complete disaster from beginning to end.
I could probably write an entire book about the shit I saw there, but I'm just going to give you the highlights starting from least to most serious.
Class was basically optional.
Kids would walk in or out constantly.
He'd walk in or out constantly.
I've seen this before.
I'm sure some of you have too.
Like in real life.
If they showed up at all.
Any attempts to enforce any kind of rules about tardiness and truancy was usually met with fuck you.
You know, I can't say it.
And even if they did show up, they were rowdy and off task constantly.
Very little education took place in that room, or any of them, any of the rooms, really.
For example, one girl pulled out her phone.
Yeah.
Pulled out her phone, turned on some music.
Jumped.
Sorry.
I just can't.
I mean, I just can't with these people.
Jumped on her desk and started dancing on top of the desk.
You can see it in your mind.
I know you can.
Like, I know you can.
Don't even lie to me.
You definitely can see it in your mind.
Standing on the desk.
I tried to get her down, but she kept telling me, fuck you.
Over and over.
This was at least weekly for her.
The same little bitch also gave a speech to the school board.
There are some typos in this person's story.
Gave a speech to the school board about the institutional forces that keep black people down.
Before you accuse me of having shitty classroom management, I tried talking to my AP and my principal about what to do because I had never experienced anything like this and some of us are you know have we've known about it for a while but you know it's nice for one of you to find out every now and then and they told me something I was going to hear repeatedly throughout the year.
It's just their culture.
You have to respect that.
Oh boy.
You know, it's always funny people say that to you and I'm like, But in my culture this is unacceptable.
But in my culture we do this.
But in my culture we don't do that.
Stop telling me I have to care about their culture and excuse their culture when their culture comes against my culture, okay?
Don't tell me to prioritize everyone else's culture to the detriment of my own.
That's what you're always doing.
You prop it up like it, like by implication, it matters far more how they're feeling than how I'm feeling about anything.
Let them, you know, impose upon me completely, impose upon my environment, impose upon my culture, you know, but I better tolerate all of that shit because wouldn't want to upset them and their culture.
Nobody justifies why we should be putting up with any of this stuff.
Nobody can explain you have to respect according to whom?
University Jew?
According to whom?
I don't have to respect it, I don't.
It's not respectable, it's ridiculous.
Okay?
It's a freak show.
I only laugh to keep from crying kind of a thing.
So, yeah, it's just their culture.
You have to respect that.
It's important to note that I was literally the only white man in the building, okay?
So, white man here.
Almost every other adult was black with a few Hispanic men and another white woman.
You know, that's really interesting.
So, here this white person, they find themselves in an overwhelming minority.
And oh, you know, in that context, they're not going to bend over backwards to accommodate the minority, okay?
No.
You know, the white man has to accommodate all of them and just be, look, yep, yep, totally normal, totally on par with the way that we think and behave as white people.
Yep, yep, yep.
Exactly the same should get the exact same results in output.
Because we have to keep playing along, playing pretend for this nonsense.
The black female principal with a PhD in education told me it's just their culture and I have to respect that.
Did you hear that?
You have to.
Because because, right?
Wow, I wish it ended there, but it doesn't.
It never ends.
There is no ending.
The crowd bucket mentality is real.
I had a handful of good kids and coincidentally, I'm sure they were almost all African.
immigrants.
Now, I mean, you know, you'll commonly hear that some of the fresh off the boat Africans from certain parts of Africa, I think in particular Somalia, not Somalia, God forbid, sorry.
Ethiopia.
Like you, you'll have some come here and to be honest with you, will live kind of peaceful, normal lives and work pretty hard.
I can't actually completely deny that because I've seen it.
Okay.
I've lived around some that were like that.
And they tend to not like African Americans all too much.
They're not they're not too impressed with what they see and they hate feeling lumped in with them.
And I mean, that's understandable, right?
Would you want to be lumped in with them?
I wouldn't.
Unfortunately, we're sort of all lumped in one country with them.
That sucks.
Yeah.
So African immigrants, he's saying, you know, they were doing pretty well, and you know, compared to African Americans.
One boy from Rwanda was accepted to Stanford.
Now, I've got to say, they're of course still going to have been given some advantages, like under the racial dynamic, the affirmative action, all of these policies.
They will still have been given some favor over the native white population, that's for sure.
But I do understand the point they're making.
There is something of a difference.
Holy shit, I was so proud of him, you know, for getting into Stanford and so happy for him.
No, who wasn't?
The college counselor trying to pressure him to change his mind and go to fucking grambling instead, said he was turning his back on his community by going to Stanford.
Awesome.
But awesome awesome you know what do you even say i mean and i've seen this before, you know, I've seen plenty of examples and you can hear lots of stories from some of the more successful,
educated, um, black people that will tell of some of the hardships that they dealt with when they had ambitions a little bit too high for, uh, for the ghetto, you know, a little bit too high for their homies in the struggle, their brothers, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah, you know, if they want to reach a little bit higher than their brothers in the struggle are able to reach, then they just you and Oreo, you a race trader, you and Uncle Tom, you whatever, you're going to, you're trying to turn white and all this stuff.
You guys do it to yourselves, you do it to each other.
I mean, even when you have exceptions, you just, you know, when you have exceptionally intelligent ones, exceptionally hardworking, exceptionally resourceful, you pick them to pieces and expect them to kind of lower themselves to the level of your little tribe.
So, but I'm sure that, like, differences in outcomes can still, in the end, be blamed on white people.
Like, that person could go to Stanford, but, like, you know, their community wants them to go over here instead.
Their life outcome would have been different if they'd gone to Stanford, and since it will be a less prosperous outcome with grambling, it then leaves them the opportunity to just blame it on white people.
I ramble on.
I'm just so tired of it.
I'm so tired of listening to all their pissing and moaning and whining and complaining that when I see something like this, my mind starts to go, I wonder what kind of bullshit sort of logic they could come up with.
What sort of mental gymnastics could they use to blame this on white people somehow?
Because I'm always waiting for it.
You know, sometimes I think I'm joking to myself like, ha ha, wouldn't that be funny?
But it's not funny because it ends up happening.
And it usually ends up worse than like what I was thinking at the time.
Um, yeah, so I just found that very interesting and not very surprising.
Are you surprised?
Like I'm not.
Um, they're they're tired of pretending otherwise, are you?
I mean, I was tired of pretending otherwise a very, very long time ago.