Sunday, March 19, 2017

Fifth Grade Philosphers

    Most weekdays find me at Noble Academy reading with two groups of students; four fifth graders, three whose families had immigrated from Laos and one from Liberia, and five sixth graders.  This is an enrichment program for some of the most able students and, not surprisingly. is also an opportunity that enriches my life.
    With the fifth graders, who are reading Crow by Barbara Wright, we record unfamiliar vocabulary words for their learning and I quiz them from time to time.  Recently the word 'philosophy' appeared in the text, and, because it was new to them we dutifully recorded it.  Typically, I try to find a synonym as a definition to make the memorization easier for the students. However, philosophy was hard to define with a single word so I used a phrase.
    Crow is a young readers novel, I'd guess at a ninth grade level, about a black family living in Georgia in 1898, which is at the ending of the Reconstruction Period in the South and the beginning of Jim Crow...thus the title of the book.  The main character is Moses, age twelve, whose father writes for a Black newspaper and is a college graduate.  The editor of the paper, who is black but looks white,  has written and editorial in  response to a white woman who called black men brutes.  In the editorial the writer argues that it's ironic that white people should worry about protecting the purity of white females while white men have long abused black women.
    With the ending of federal protection via Reconstruction, this editorial has inflamed white vigilante ire. An Episcopal priest warns the editor that he's about to be lynched by a vigilante mob and arranges for him to spirited to the train station where he can travel to safety. The priest's young associate pastor is enlisted to carry the editor to the train station via buggy.
    Before they arrive at the station they are stopped by vigilantes.  When they are asked about their destination the young priest says they are on their way to a horse sale, which is a lie.  The vigilante says "There's no horse sale this time of day."  To which the priest replies "It's in..the next town,,,so we're going tonight to be prepared in the morning,"  The vigilante lets them pass.
   Stopping the reading I said "The priest just told a lie."  Engrossed in the story, that revelation brought the students up short.  These are very proper students, who, if they encounter what they consider a bad word such as 'hell' or 'ass', will substitute 'blank' so they don't have to say it.  Caught up in the drama of the escape they were just glad for the quick thinking of the priest.
   These students are ten and eleven years old.  Typically that would place them still in the category of 'concrete thinkers', just on the cusp of thinking more abstractly.  In spite of that, three of the students could form cogent arguments to support the priest's decision to lie, while they continued to recognize that it is wrong to lie.  The fourth student wanted a solution that would save the man's life without a lie.  Is this student an illustration of the curse of idealism?  However, he also tends to be an oppositional thinker who is very ready to argue the opposite of anyone else.
   What followed was an interesting discussion of the nature of truth.  I suggested that truth is larger than verbal veracity, though I didn't use those words.  It was very satisfying that these young scholars could grasp that idea and wrestle with it.
   At the conclusion of the discussion I pointed out that we had been engaged in philosophy, which, I think, helped them understand that new word.

PS  When I reported this incident to the Curmudgeonette she said "Oh, you're teaching them situational ethics? :)








   

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Recommended Reading...The Wright Brothers

     Fascinating that a book about the pioneers of manned flight is more of a human interest story than a technical dissertation on the mechanics or the physics of flying.  David McCullough's imminently readable The Wright Brothers reveals the brothers to be multifaceted individuals of unusual character and ingenuity.
   Copyrighted in 2015, the book achieved number one status on the New York Times bestseller list.   McCullough has made exhaustive use of volumes of family correspondence and written records.  Much of the action happens in Dayton, Ohio, the home of the Wright Brothers.  With dear friends living in Dayton I've had the opportunity of spending some time there which helps bring the narrative to even greater focus.  McCullough is a gifted writer whose prose is a delight and he's also a good story teller.
    Knowing little about the Wright brothers other than that they had a bicycle shop, were from Dayton and flew in North Carolina...who proudly display on their auto licenses "First In Flight" though North Carolina's main contribution was a wind swept, sandy beach...it was a revelation to learn how they parlayed innate mechanical genius, sterling character with grit and determination to achieve the first manned flight.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Thinking About Emigrants and Immigration

    Writing the introduction to a book of emigrant stories produced by the St. Paul Council of Churches, author Keo Kalia Yang, an emigrant from Laos, concluded by saying about emigrants
",,.we have traveled far in hopes that we will belong."  So different from the hateful, fearful rhetoric of so much of our current public discourse.    Since when have we become so fearful that we imagine that emigrants are out to get us? a threat? and not our brothers and sisters.  What have we become?  I'm committed to giving space for the emigrant to belong.
   Yang is the author of two books; The Late Homecomer, written about her grandmother, and, The Song Poet, about her father.  Yang, who is Hmong, writes beautifully and I highly recommend both books.  If you are to read them perhaps it's best to begin with The Late Homecomer which was written first.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Staying Connected

    It was a familiar routine.  A few weeks before I planned to start teaching in Thailand I'd email the family with whom I stay asking them to call the school with my plans.  It was simple and it worked. Of course, the downside of this arrangement was that I had no contact with anyone at the school from the moment I left until I began teaching again.
  But, not anymore.  Through the auspices of Facebook that has changed.  The principal and I "friend-ed" each other on Facebook.  When I arrived home I had a friend request from the senior monk at Wat Klang., which, of course I accepted.  Since then I have heard regularly from both the principal and the monk,  The principal communicates in English and the Monk mostly in Thai.  While I have bit of Thai vocabulary, I can't read word of it.  Facebook offers translation but it's not very reliable, though, I can often get the gist of his message.
   I'm very curious to see what these connections will foster.  At the very least I will be able to keep up with some of the happenings at the school.  It will certainly also help maintian the relationships.
   
Three Facebook friends...note how far the principal stands from the monk...females  are forbidden to touch monks.
 

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Powerful Experience..Accompaninment

   "Too late smart" is a common  feeling for me as I am now officially well into being 'elderly'.  The good people at the Thai school at Wat Klang again acted out a farewell ritual that 'blew me away' last year.  It had slipped out of my consciousness until they did it again this year.
   Every year they plan a wonderful farewell event for my last day at school.  Last year they daubed my cheeks with clay and poured rose water over my folded hands in a ritual of blessing.  This year there was a ceremony with speeches and presents. But, it's what came after that made me wish I'd have adopted the practice during my working years.
   At the conclusion of the farewell ceremonies last year the entire school accompanied me from the school grounds to my waiting ride.  This year the whole school practically carried me outside for a whole school picture,,,the fact that I was bloodied indicates the enthusiasm of their accompaniment.  After the picture it was time for the students to begin afternoon classes so they departed .  But, I was not left alone.  A few of the teachers and the principal stayed with me until my ride arrived.  They then took my book bag, my gifts and escorted out the school gate to the car before saying their final goodbyes.
   The normal daily routine as lunch wit the teachers end I say goodbye and that I'll see them tomorrow and I walk off to await my ride.  While I wait students will often gather me around to relate and when the ride comes I say goodbye and walk away.   It is always hard to leave on the last day. But there is something profoundly powerful in being accompanied to my ride...not just walking off by myself.  It's an opportunity I failed often during my work life, and, one which I'm going to try to use in the future.
2016 Placing a garland around my neck.

2016 Blessing me with water poured over my hands.

2017 Students gathered to say goodbye.

2107 The Principal presents a gift.