WHO'S THE BOSS, ANYWAY?!?!
No one was more pleased than me when, in my late sixties, I earned a Masters Degree in Education....with certification in Special Education. I felt I had so much to offer; so many creative ideas for those students with special needs. But...I under-estimated the "new attitude" in education. I'd lived out of the country for ten years and didn't know that Liberals were promoting racism and inequality--- in their push to control America. Ever the crusader, I accepted a teaching position in my hometown of Pine Bluff. I was determined to share my special education expertise with a class of young students, mostly black.
On September 1, 2009, a classroom assistant (call her Nigeria) suddenly started attacking me with nasty words and threats to physically harm me. She barred me from leaving the classroom by blocking me with her body. She got too close-- in my face--spitting and screaming “I’m not going to take your shit; you don’t know who you’re talking to, White Bitch. I’ll show you who I am and I don’t take fucking-shit from nobody. I’m better than you! I’m the boss where you’re concerned and you better know it! I’ll whip your ass, Bitch, starting now!"
Another classroom assistant saw/heard everything and quickly took the children down the hall for lunch. A social worker, who had the office next to my classroom… came running in and witnessed most of the incident.
A teacher named, Rachel, at the opposite end of the hall, left her classroom to stand outside and listens. And Vicky, an older lady who occasionally worked in my room, later said she was on the playground when the incident took place… and heard it all.
The Center’s assistant director, hearing Nigeria’s screams and threats, walked in my room and casually escorted Nigeria to his office for a little “talk”. I tried to compose myself. I was shaking uncontrollably, crying, and seemed about to faint. The social worker stayed with me, getting me water, and trying to calm me.
After a few minutes, still confused and shocked, I went directly to the cafeteria in search of my students. I found my students sitting at our assigned table with Nigeria and the assistant director. The two of them were laughing, smiling and chatting.
I insisted the assistant director speak to me ,alone, in his office. I asked him directly if he was allowing Nigeria to return to my classroom, like nothing had happened. He replied “I talked with her and everything will be okay. You just over-reacted because you’re older and in-experienced. If you want to stay here, you'll need to practice diversity and work-hard at being a team player. "
Education, everywhere, is under a hostage-takeover. Real Teachers are being victimized through daily acts of bullying, attitudes, and racism. Those "in charge" haven’t a clue how to manage out-of-control savages like Nigeria so….they just keep letting them have their way.
I have the credentials, the experience, and the dedication to teach students with special needs. What I don't have is the patience to deal with liberals controlling education, the"new attitude" among teachers and assistants, and radicalized-racist parents.