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An appreciation of Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
July 29, 2015
William Ayers
Last year my students—Chicago teachers
and teachers-to-be, educators from a range of backgrounds and
experiences and orientations—all read The Beautiful Struggle.
I’d put Ta-Nehisi Coates’ memoir on the list of required readings
because I thought it was a fitting and important educational book, a
useful text for city teachers to explore and interrogate. Some students
agreed; several did not. “What’s this got to do with teaching?”
I chose it because it moved me, frankly,
and I thought it might move some of them as well. I chose it because in
the details of this one life—the challenges and the obstacles, but
especially the elements he assembled to build an architecture of
survival—I saw human themes of love and beauty and the universal
struggle to grow more fully into the light. I chose it because it took
readers inside the life of one Black kid, this singular unruly spark of
meaning-making energy negotiating and then mapping the territory between
his home and the streets and the schools—necessary reading for city
teachers I thought.
There was a lot to dig into, much to
wrangle about, and a lot to send us off to other readings and further
research. Soon students were diving into Crystal Laura’s Being Bad: My Baby Brother and the School to Prison Pipeline, Jesmyn Ward’s The Men We Reap, Claudia Rankine’s Citizen, and Rachel DeWoskin’s Big Girl Small. The book was doing work, as I’d hoped it would.
My students have all chosen to become
teachers against a backdrop of corporate-driven school reform
accompanied by unprecedented disrespect and hostility toward teachers
and teaching. They know that teaching is devalued; they know they won’t
earn either a lot of money or a fair share of respect; they’ve been told
by family and friends that they could do much, much better. And still
they come to teaching, most saying they want to make a difference in
children’s lives. Some are motivated by memories of a wonderful teacher
who’d reached and changed them, others by bitter experiences they hope
to correct. They are mostly idealistic, and I admire them for that.
They bring to class a vague hope that
they will do great things in spite of a system that they know to be
corrupt and dysfunctional. But this knowledge is not yet deep enough,
for they also accept—some with greater skepticism and some with hardly
any doubts at all—the predatory system’s self-serving propaganda: test
scores, achievement gaps, accountability, personal responsibility.
Into this contradiction steps Ta-Nehisi Coates with an assertion that shaped and marked the course: No matter what the professional talkers tell you, Coates wrote, I never met a black boy who wanted to fail. That
simple observation—or was it an argument, a polemic, or an
indictment?—led to hot debate on the evening we first opened the book,
and those 18 words were still roiling the seminar as the term came to an
end.
Coates never lets up, and he returns again and again: Fuck what
you have heard or what you have seen in your son. He may lie about
homework and laugh when the teacher calls home. He may curse his
teacher, propose arson for the whole public system. But inside is the
same sense that was in me. None of us ever want to fail. None of us want
to be unworthy, to not measure up.
Some claimed to have evidence to the
contrary, while others answered that those contentions skated glibly on
the surface of things and failed to go deep enough in search of root
causes, accepting as fact the propaganda that locates failure everywhere
but in the intentional design of the system itself. Some rejected the
idea that they were agents of the state, bit players in a white colonial
space, while others argued that teaching could never be even partially
useful—let alone reach toward transcendence—until teachers fully faced
the friction and gaping contradictions inherent in their teacher-roles.
Truth and reconciliation, they argued, system-disruption and radical
reconstruction; remediating the students is a ridiculous misdirection.
Ta-Nehisi Coates’ new book, Between the World and Me, takes us deeper into life in schools, and especially what the experience means to its captives. I was a curious boy, Coates writes, but the schools were not concerned with curiosity. They were concerned with compliance.
That nails it: the obsessions that
characterize American classrooms today—especially urban classrooms and
schools attended by the poor, recent immigrants from impoverished
countries, First Nations peoples, and the descendants of formerly
enslaved people—are simple: the goal is obedience and conformity, the
watchword, control. These schools are characterized by passivity and
fatalism and infused with anti-intellectualism, dishonesty, and
irrelevance. They turn on the little technologies of constraint, the
elaborate schemes for managing the fearsome, potentially unruly mob, the
knotted system of rules, the exhaustive machinery of schedules and
clocks and surveillance, the laborious programs of regulating,
indoctrinating, inspecting and punishing, disciplining, censuring,
correcting, counting, appraising, assessing and judging, testing and
grading. The corporate reformers offer no relief, and simply create
charter or alternative schools that enact this whole agenda on steroids.
They are not concerned with curiosity or imagination, initiative or
courage because their purpose is elsewhere: everyone more or less
submissively accepting their proper place in the hierarchy of winners
and losers.
One night I opened seminar by telling the
class that less than two miles from where we were meeting almost 10,
000 Jewish women were housed in cages. It was an electrifying and
terrifying image, and the class rose up, some convinced I was joking
(though I wasn’t smiling) others that I was lying, all insisting that it
couldn’t be true. I eventually relented—you’re right, I said, it’s not
true. The truth is that 10,000 poor, mostly very young Black and Latino
men are living in those cages. Everything calmed down; the normal world
returned.
And we returned to Coates: the streets
and the schools [were] arms of the same beast. One enjoyed the official
power of the state [but] fear and violence were the weaponry of both.
We had worked earlier to name the system,
a system built on theft and lies and plundering Black bodies, Coates
said. It was surely a predatory system, a racist system, and we looked
hard at that word: racism. In one common context it meant
ignorance and prejudice, the off-hand comments of Cliven Bundy or Donald
Sterling, but there was more: there was the system itself,the
plunder, the laws and structures, the schools. Donald Sterling’s filthy
mind and mouth is one thing; that he became rich as a swindling
slum-lord something else.
“I’m no Donald Sterling,” people say, meaning I don’t utter the hateful words. But Coates won’t let anyone off the hook: the people who believe themselves to be white are obsessed with the politics of personal exoneration. Their
privileges are earned—they are good and true folks all—or come from
thin air; their comfortable lives as normal as noon coming around every
24 hours. James Baldwin decades ago accused his country and his
countrymen of a monstrous crime against humanity, and added a further
dimension to the indictment: it is not permissible that the authors of devastation should also be innocent. It is the innocence which constitutes the crime.
Coates names the schools as central to the system: If the streets shackled my left leg, the schools shackled my right. The shackles were fear and violence, and also lies and denial.
In 2006 Florida passed a law stipulating
that “American history shall be viewed as factual, not as constructed,
shall be viewed as knowable, teachable, and testable.” The law called
for an emphasis on the “teaching of facts.” Facts and only facts,
without frivolous and messy interpretation, would be permitted by the
legislators to guide instruction, for example, about the “period of
discovery.” I read that and did a neck-wrenching double-take: Huh? Whose
facts, exactly, I wondered? The facts of a Genoan adventurer in the pay
of Spanish royalty, the
facts of the First Nations residents overwhelmed, murdered, and
enslaved, or possibly a range of other facts and angles-of-regard
altogether? I’ll guess that the Florida lawmakers went with the first
choice, legislating in effect a pep-rally for Christopher Columbus—yes,
their own particular constructed explanation and analysis of events and circumstances passing as Fact.
In 2008 a group in the Arizona
legislature passed a law stating that schools whose curriculum and
teaching “encourage dissent” from “American values” risked losing their
state funding. American history is bursting with stories of dissent from
the first revolutionaries onward: Abolitionists, Suffragettes,
anarchists and labor pioneers, civil rights and Black Power warriors,
peace and environmental activists, feminists, heroes and sheroes and
queeroes, Wounded Knee, Occupy, Black Lives Matter! Wherever you look
and whatever period you examine, dissent is as American as cherry pie,
an apple-core American value and the very engine of hope or
possibility—except to the lawmakers of Arizona.
A history teacher in a Southside Chicago school was teaching a standard lesson on the legendary 1954 Supreme Court case, Brown v. Board of Education. Brown reversed Plessy v. Ferguson and
ended racial segregation in US schools, and the lesson was pointedly
directed toward illustrating our great upward path as a nation. A
student who had appeared to be paying no attention at all spoke up
suddenly, challenging the teacher: “So you’re saying this class here is
against the law? We’re breaking the law here? Can I call the cops?”
Everyone cracked up, but the disruptive student was highlighting the
obvious: here was a segregated classroom in a segregated school in a
country that had outlawed school segregation decades ago.
It doesn’t take perceptive young people
anytime at all to sniff out the duplicity and the dirty-dealing in the
nothing-but-the-facts agenda, and to conclude that all schools lie.
Teachers lie. Parents lie. In fact the whole edifice of adult society is
a complete phony, a tangled and fiddly fraud sailing smoothly along on
an enforced sea of silence. Some students submit to the empire of
deception, concluding that the price of the ticket includes winking at
the massive hoax and promising to keep quiet and go along—they’ll
hopefully get rewarded by-and-by. Many other students go in the opposite
direction: their insights lead them to insurgent actions and gestures
and styles, all matter-of-fact performances of self-affirmation as well
as hard-nosed refusals of complicity and rejections of a world that is
determinedly disinterested in their aspirations and perceptions and
insights.
There’s a genre of jokes that all end
with the same punch-line: in one version, a man comes unannounced and
unexpectedly upon his partner in the intimate embrace of another, and
explodes in accusation. The accused looks up indignantly and says: “Who
are you going to believe? Me, or your own lying eyes?” Kids get it
viscerally: schools are asking them to ignore their immediate
experiences and their direct interpretations—their own lying eyes. Who
you going to believe?
In The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing offers a compelling statement about modern education as a dominion of deception:
It may be that there is no other way of educating people. Possibly,
but I don’t believe it. In the meantime it would be a help at least to
describe things properly, to call things by their right names. Ideally,
what should be said to every child, repeatedly, throughout his or her
school life is something like this:
“You are in the process of being
indoctrinated…What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current
prejudice and the choices of this particular culture…You are being
taught by people who have been able to accommodate themselves to a
regime of thought laid down by their predecessors. It is a
self-perpetuating system…you…[must] find ways of educating
yourself—educating your own judgment…”
Schools chug along on the rails of
indoctrination and propaganda: everywhere you look and in every
direction lies the hype of the curriculum and the disingenuous spin
about young people. Students are routinely subjected to an alphabet soup
of sticky, inaccurate labels, mistrusted and controlled, and defined as
lacking the essential qualities that make one fully human. On a daily
basis and as part of the normal routine, schools engage in the toxic
habit of labelling students by their presumed deficits, and officially
endorse failure—especially for children of the least powerful—in the
name of responsibility and objectivity and consequences.
And everywhere you look and in spite of
it all, youth are making their wobbly ways toward enlightenment and
liberation, the twin pillars of an education of purpose. From Youth
Speaks in Oakland to the Baltimore Algebra Project and the Chicago
Freedom School, they are having their say and forging their unique
pathways. And right next to them are wondrous teachers in countless
spaces and places organizing small insurgencies and underground
railroads, bursts of purpose and power growing through the cracks in the
concrete. These are teachers whose faith in the young calls them to
dive into the contradictions, to find ways through the mechanisms of
control, to tell the truth when it must be told, and to take the side of
the child.
Between the World and Me will be required reading for those teachers, and it will be on my syllabus in the Fall. Get ready.
