It’s amazing how less funny these stories become when you have school-age kids:
Verenice Gutierrez picks up on the subtle language of racism every day.
Take the peanut butter sandwich, a seemingly innocent example a teacher used in a lesson last school year.
“What about Somali or Hispanic students, who might not eat sandwiches?” says Gutierrez, principal at Harvey Scott K-8 School, a diverse school of 500 students in Northeast Portland’s Cully neighborhood.
What about ’em? – Unless the argument is that the presence of peanut butter sandwiches is the reason why Gutierrez’s school is scraping the bottom of Oregon’s ratings system. Which is, I suppose, probably more palatable to Gutierrez than the notion that the real problem is that her school is being run by a person who worries more about ‘white privilege’ than ‘teaching kids to read.’ But don’t mind me: I’m a white privileged conservative Republican. Who is thankfully – for Verenice Gutierezz – just over 2,800 miles out of her school district, and thus not likely to be a persistently annoying presence in her PTA meetings*…
*My parents loved being obnoxious PITAs when it came to the local school system. They’d tag-team: Mom was a teacher, so she knew the jargon; and Dad was a long-time union guy, so he knew how to needle management. Teachers used to either dread or eagerly anticipate parent-teacher conferences with them; it would depend largely on just how good a teacher the teacher was. I can only dream to be half the thorn in the side that they were…