The Dreams of Poor and Working-Class Students

Monday, May 14th, 2012

I was half-listening to the radio last week when I heard an interviewer ask a question that made me pause in my work to listen.   “So”, the interviewer warmly asked, “You knew even as a small child that you wanted to be a concert cellist?”  “Oh yes”, the woman answered. “Since I was eight.”

Class Reproduction by Four Year Olds

Friday, April 20th, 2012

I watched how class played out in a preschool classroom, creating disadvantages for the already disadvantaged and privileges for those born into privilege.

Hiding the lunch ticket

Monday, January 16th, 2012

I was an outsider at my junior high school. Why was I ashamed of my family’s poverty?

From a Teenage Class Action Fan

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

My name is Liora and I’m fourteen years old.  I’ve attended public schools my whole life except for the last year and half when I went to a private school.  At this school, the classes were small and there was support and help anywhere and anyhow we needed. Not the case in public school. This was a sad piece of class difference that I noticed on the first day.

Learning about Class in Private School?

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

Like parents everywhere, we wanted to give our teenage daughter advantages we never had. High on our list was to provide her a much clearer class-consciousness than what we got as kids.

I’ll take the Highlander

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

It’s almost impossible to sell anything in the United States without reinforcing the social class hierarchy. But some ads are more explicit than others.

Middle Class Brats?

Saturday, April 9th, 2011

I fear I am raising spoiled-rotten, middle-class brats. I fear I am raising the very kind of children I would have hated as a child. Why? Because they are comfortable and cozy and have everything they need in their day-to-day lives.

Class in the Classroom

Tuesday, December 28th, 2010

There is a loud silence about social class in U.S. public schools.  The silence was deafening on the first day of the course I recently taught  — a course in which teachers look closely at how education in the United States is deeply entangled with social class.

The Santa Secret: Santa Plays Favorites

Sunday, December 19th, 2010

Australian author Dr Joanne Faulkner created a stir worldwide recently when she advocated for parents to not tell their children the Santa Claus story.

Visioning Our Way to Justice

Monday, December 13th, 2010

I grew up in poverty, the daughter of a tenant farmer. I thought people were privileged if they lived in a house, had running water or even an outhouse. My family of five lived in a ten-by-forty foot trailer.

Defending my vibrant neighborhood

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

Recently four people were killed about ten houses away from where I grew up in Mattapan, a neighborhood of Boston. The neighborhood was maligned by the media coverage which plastered the headlines “Massacre in Mattapan” in large print across the 6:00 news every night. That image of Mattapan was permanently emblazoned across the minds of the nation.

Why don’t schools do more to stop bullying?

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

I have been reading (I am sure you have too) about the many cases of bullying and the awful consequences of being a target for bullies. Kids and young adults committing suicide, suffering chronic depression, choosing to be home-schooled, or quitting school altogether: there’s no doubt that being bullied negatively shifts how a person experiences their daily life. The theme I keep coming across in my reading is the fact that NO ONE within these schools is doing much to stop the bullying.

Living in a rich neighborhood

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

I’m a kid of a single mom that works very hard to make a living and support her family’s needs. We live in a rich neighborhood. The other kids at my school are richer than us and they have a lot of things we don’t. They can get a lot of stuff that they want. Sometimes I get jealous.

The Bus Stops Here

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

I have two little boys; they are very bright, good boys. They have never had a babysitter and maybe I have been a little over protective. But their innocence is refreshing. They do not understand that when a bigot sees that our car is dated, and that our address is in the flats, and they are snubbed for a play date, that it is not about them. It’s about the crappy soul of that person.