Wednesday, March 10, 2010

It's still racism.

We just don't call it that.

If it's something that black people want to keep for themselves, and are jarred off about because they were beaten by a better squad, apparently that's not racism, that's cultural.,0

This is an email that was doing the rounds a few months ago, possibly longer ago than that.  It says it all for me.  It is American based - I would say we don't have so much of a problem in the UK, but that's me lol!

Am I a Racist

You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.

You call me 'Whiteboy,' 'Cracker,' 'Honkey,' 'Whitey,' 'Caveman' and that's OK.

But when I call you, nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.

You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?

You have the United Negro College Fund.

You have Martin Luther King Day.

You have Black History Month.

You have Cesar Chavez Day.

You have Yom Hashoah

You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi

You have the NAACP.

You have BET.

If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists.

If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.

If we had white history month, we'd be racists.

If we had an organization for only whites to 'advance' our lives, we'd be racists.

If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists.

There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US , yet if there were 'White colleges' that would be a racist college.

In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.

You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.

You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.

I am proud.

But, you call me a racist.

When I was at Uni we wanted to start an English society.  It was a bit of a joke, and would have involved lots of sticky puddings, watching Ealing comedies, and of course warm beer and cooked breakfast.  We were told we couldn't because it was seperatist and racist.  When we queried how this could be so when every other nationality had their own society, we were told that that was the way it was, the college didn't want any trouble, and off we were to go.

That's racism, inherent in our society, but not in the way one would think.

Anyway, I should do some work!

And we're done!

Parent's Evenings are officially over! Let me get a whoop whoop on that one!

This year has seen the usual gamut of parents, but with distinct polarisation between those who like the way I teach and those who don't.  In fact, one of my parents asked if I was ok as she knew that there were some parents in the playground really "gunning for" me.  That's in a bad way.  Apparently I'm unconventional.

I know which parents it is though, and that's all we'll say about that.

It's like I said last year, when a child is well parented it makes such a difference.  When they are stuck in front of the electronic babysitter all evening, then it's rubbish.  I've given one of my children permission to bunk homework every now and again because he lives in the middle of some woods and is often out doing stuff there.  Excellent!  So he should be!  Why am I going to make him stay in and write a list of light sources when he can be out there finding the natural ones, he can tell me all about it on the Monday, and he is living his education.  I can take care of his school stuff, because that's my job, but he should be out being a boy, living his life.

Homework is for the playstation generation, who just sit on their backsides all evening with the tv and a game console.

The observation went well, the head enjoyed being in my class and said my children were great, the teaching was great, the ICT was great, the lesson was great, all we needed for the lesson to be superb was some sunshine as we had to theoretically measure shadows in the classroom with torches and dinosaurs, as opposed to being outside properly.  I love English weather lol!

Chilled day today in the classroom then, whilst we all recover, and I plan my social groups for next term to deal with a persistent case of bullying that has come up from parents evening.  If 6 parents mention a child, I think there is a problem. We'll see how we go....

Oh, and.....

Ellie is officially on the way to restoration, is out the front of the house looking gorgeous.  Mossy in places, but gorgeous.

The AC was straight into the back of her when he was home.  She's a beauty, and she'll be a stunner when she's finished.

It was weird to see her out the front, but it was a good weird.