Dignity and Respect in Public Schools
Deborah Meier continues her conversation with Harry Boyte. To read their full exchange, please visit here.
Dear Harry and friends,
I've spent the last five days trying to get my new fancy iPhone 6 Plus to work. Hours on the phone and a visit back to the Apple store Genius and ... it still is misbehaving. It gives me a slight delight. Even the experts can't always save us. Why does that please me? I'm not sure. Since teachers were never considered experts, perhaps it's a kind of revenge fantasy. For years when I spoke I shared the stage with someone who was called "the expert" while I was "the practitioner." For a while, after I got the MacArthur "Genius" Award I was treated somewhat better. But it wears off.
Thanks for filling me in a bit more on what you were doing before we met—down South.
Someday I'll make you sit down and tell me the whole story.
Meanwhile. I like the Oliver Harvey story. I was stuck by his use of the word "dignity," which has not been in fashion of late. It was the loss of dignity that I was most struck with when I entered teaching in Chicago. I had never been treated as disrespectfully—even as a child—and wasn't sure how to respond. It turned out to be an advantage since it soon became clear to others that I wouldn't "tolerate" it. But then I became a teacher when I was in my 30s, and I was white. One of the effects of the schooling that the least advantaged get during their years and years of schooling is a kind of outward numbness to institutional disrespect. Among their peers, being treated with dignity becomes even more important perhaps for this very reason.
It became clear to me, Harry, that boys—particularly if they were Black—got the worst of it above all from white teaches. During one of our perennial "hat policy" disputes I came to this conclusion: Hats were, for the boys, a sign of their manliness and a way of expressing their sense of dignity. And schools, especially female teachers (and maybe mothers), saw hats as a sign of male defiance. Girls wearing hats rarely seemed to bother us. In some ways these boys were feeling the same way I had when I started teaching—e.g., about being called by my first name when I was called to sub. Being addressed informally became an issue that I had never been concerned with before.
What we mean by dignity, however, is hard to define, and is expressed in different ways in different cultures. So too with "respect." In my family arguing was a sign of respect. And patiently and quietly spelling things out to me was a sign of disrespect—of being patronized.
I had, from the start, one simple idea—what would it take to operate schools so that all members of the extended community were treated respectfully and none had to far being stripped of their essential dignity.
It turned out that it connected to my definition of democracy and, furthermore, that it was not simple at all to put it into everyday practice.
How might one express this as a "mandate"—a requirement—for any school that expects to receive public funds?