In Durham Public Schools, the White kids are missing. Even though they make up over 50% of Durham’s population, only 19% of White kids attend the public schools.
Not to mention, the racial makeup of traditional public schools are reflecting Durham County’s racial makeup less and less. Durham County is 53 percent white, 38 percent black, and 13 percent Latino, yet 51 percent of the children in the Durham Public Schools system are black, 24 percent Latino and only 19 percent white. http://www.thedurhamnews.com/2013/12/31/3494508/durham-public-schools-looks-to.html
According to Mr. Alexander, the author of this news article, Caucasians are populating the growing number of charter schools approved by the state’s school board. These students are the children of Duke professors, UNC professors, etc. Either the giant purple blob of the ’50s is living in the public schools of Durham, or they’re running away from something else. Shall we take a guess at what they’re running away from?
Yes, the White people of Durham know what’s going on behind the closed doors of their neighborhood public schools. They know they don’t want their children in an academic environment that is far from anything that can even faintly resemble a learning institution. These Durham schools are filled with kids from families who don’t seem to give a damn, who are more concerned with their drink, their cars, their weaves, or the latest reality shows on tv. They don’t read to their children, their children stay up far too late on school nights, and they are the two out of three who are not proficient in reading yet…in the third grade. In fact, the local papers in the area frequently feature school personnel gingerly stepping into the projects to deliver books to needy children, or deliver school supplies to them.
I’m not afraid to say what this article comes short of writing. The days of dancing around the truth are over for me. The White people are on the run and I certainly don’t blame them.
When we were on the run from exclusive Chapel Hill, hoping for more diversity and less Stepford-ville living, we listened to the advice of others who were more familiar with Durham. The one that struck me the most came from the principal of the school where we sent our daughter. I looked her square in the face, and asked her to tell me, not as a principal, but as a mother, whether she would place her child in the school she runs. She replied confidently, a resounding yes, absolutely, positively, this school is very diverse and an 8 out of 10, 10 being amazing.
With a deep breath we rejected the charter school spot reserved for her, and plunged ahead into the neighborhood school she was zoned. Our family’s experience in summary, follows.
- Day one: the front office staff barricades themselves from the parents.
- A good measure of the quality of any school is the car rider line. During the first week I witnessed cars driving over the curb at high speeds to cut in front of other parents in the line. Others were virtually running over the other walking parents who were taking their kids to the door. Parents in front of me were yelling at the staff to come around to the other side to get their child out of the car, instead of the parent putting their child on the correct side for quicker exiting. Staff members opened the door to our car, mumbling how many more years they have until retirement. Yes, very encouraging.
- A classmate (3rd grade) passed a note to my child offering to give her oral sex.
- 5th grade girls on the cement block where the kids were allowed to “play” (the brand new playground was off-limits to the students) walking up to my child, wanting to jump her for no discernible reason.
- Third grade teachers were brawling in front of the students during recess. Don’t get me started about the staff. Every single form that came home to us had typos, grammatically incorrect sentences, misspelled words, incorrect dates on them. Staggering ineptitude.
- We witnessed staff members at the awards ceremony for good grades laughing at the students names as they pronounced them incorrectly. These were the staff members who were at the podium, in front of everybody.
There’s more, but what’s the point? Can anyone offer a better explanation as to why the White families have taken their children elsewhere?
The limits of our endurance came when our child’s teacher was abruptly moved out of her classroom, to go teach a 4th grade class permanently, with no notice to the parents, nothing. Then the student teacher who was in the classroom suddenly became as the permanent teacher. The STUDENT teacher. Yes, that’s right.
According to a comment by the school board chairwoman, Heidi Carter, “We need to be sure that we have the confidence of the parents in this community that our school system can provide excellent educational opportunities for their children,” Carter said. “The strengths of Durham Public Schools lies in our people that are in the classrooms or in the school buildings leading and teaching every day.”
Would this inspire confidence for any parents? Maybe because I am a former educator I simply expect too much? No, I don’t think so. With my first four children I met hundreds of teachers at several schools. This situation, for my child’s critical 3rd grade year, was unacceptable.
She no longer attends that school. After battling with the principal, and being denied a transfer, I had to reach out to the school board and superintendent’s office. The first question from one member of the superintendent’s team when I explained our concernsm, was, “So what exactly do you want?”
What did I want? I wanted what I thought all parents wanted: for my child to receive the basic instruction to help her grow into an educated young lady, a productive member of society. We would do the rest. I wanted staff members who were professional, who didn’t treat us like we were felons when we arrived to pick up our cookie dough fundraiser garbage to help support the school. I wanted the community I remembered when I grew up. But those times have changed.
So, as in any major inner city school system, the White people are on the run away from the rest of the residents, who are mostly minorities. Mr. Alexander’s article goes on to discuss the needs of the minorities while the comments from the district office is the polite and safe but meaningless jargon about poverty and their efforts. Here’s the reality:
The African-Americans and Latinos are two cultures that are neglecting their responsibilities to their children. I don’t believe it’s all about poverty. I watched (remember the car rider line) these “poverty-stricken” families rolling up in cars with the fancy spinning rims, while their kids stepped out the vehicles in cold weather with no coats on, shirts that were riding over their protruding bellies, hair that hadn’t seen a comb in days, and flip-flops on their feet, and in warm weather like they’re going to the club. Their priorities are all screwed up. The dads are missing. The grandmothers are trying to raise their grand kids when they should be enjoying their golden years. Let’s just be honest here: The African-Americans have lost sight of all it took to get them the freedom they deserve and unfortunately not all the Latinos are quite the success story of Emilio Vicente.
More money isn’t going to fix this cultural breakdown. This is the plight of all inner city schools across the nation. Seeing Barack Obama win the presidency in 2008 may have sparked a few temporary tears for many minorities in this country, but it didn’t create the wave of sudden optimism to break the chains of stereotypes. There’s been no radical swing in upward mobility by enough minorities to show America a different face.
I didn’t come from people with money. I came from hard-working Hispanics. But every day when my parents stepped out of their apartment to go to work, their clothes were clean, freshly pressed, and they were neat. My mother always told me that just because a person is poor doesn’t mean they have to look like they’re poor. I have plenty of relatives living in projects, but once you get up to the 96th floor and into their residence, you could eat off the floor it was so clean. Poverty in this day, with all the services being offered, is no longer an excuse for ignorance.
In 2014 ignorance is a choice.
So, what do the Whites do? Keep running. Keep making more money working for large pharmaceutical companies or food manufacturing companies that are poisoning Americans with too many drugs, addictive junk foods, all while keeping the ignorant down, so they can afford the private schools and segregate the South once again.