The revolution will not be televised on gunmetal screens. Pay close attention to the sanguine liquid left behind, by the God fearing martyrs as they plan to eliminate you. We cannot be held liable if we fail to protect you. Watch as the phallic powers collapse into obscurity. Observe a society that was built to last. Be prepared to surrender your inalienable rights for The Patriot Act. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, except in the state of Arizona. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness can only be found in books our youth cannot access. It is not our fault that you cannot read. War is expensive, education, the price. Single mothers start saving up bail money. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. We are not responsible for what happens to you behind interrogation walls. Please sit quietly as we coerce you into a false confession. You are innocent, until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, except if you are Troy Davis. If we mistakenly execute you, please accept our sincerest apologies. We reserve the right to shoot first. In the event of an error, our officers will be put on desk duty. If you have been treated unfairly, you can request a hearing. Understand that it is not our duty to listen to you. Please proceed to the end of the line. Even though you have an appointment, you will be seen in the order that we decide.
©2011 Nancy Arroyo Ruffin
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Women’s History Month: Writing Our Way to the Revolution
I was surfing the internet the other day when I came across this blog that has quickly become a favorite.
GenderAcrossBorders.com describes it’s mission as being an international feminist community where issues of gender, race, sexuality, and class are discussed and critically examined. The article that intrigued me was examining women and how we have traditionally been left out of history and what we as women can do to ensure that our stories are told in an intelligent, articulate, and accurate way.
Because it is Women’s History Month and a lot of the work that the New York City Latina Writers Group does revolves around women it immediately grabbed my attention especially because we are having two events this month that are specifically designed to address women, our past, and our future. In fact, this month’s workshop theme is Writing Women Back Into History.
In the article the author discusses how she has been reading in the media and on social networks about great women who inspired change, whether politically, socially, within the fields of science, music, the arts etc. and how inspiring it is to see so much media that sheds light about womens’ contributions to the history of the world. However, she further states that while women have made many contributions not “all of us are going to get interviewed on BBC, speak at a UN convention, amass the most followers on Twitter, or write a book that makes Oprah’s highly coveted reading list.”
I happen to agree with her. That’s just reality, but does this reality make any of us less important? No, it doesn’t — but how many of us have convinced ourselves that it does? How many inspiring women — mothers, wives, teachers, students, scientists, artists etc — equate being a part of history with being a famous celebrity, or tech innovator, winning an election, or leading a political revolution? My guess is many. But, history doesn’t always have to be so dramatic to count — it just needs to be documented.
In the article the author gives a very detailed definition of the word history: “History, contrary to the popular misconception that the word is derived from “his” and “story” put together, actually has its roots in an ancient Greek word ἱστορία (hístōr), which can mean “inquiry,” “knowledge so obtained,” or — my favorite — “a written account of one’s inquiries, narrative, history.” Note that no part of the definition of history inherently suggests a limitation of “written accounts” to men, or white people, or any other marginalized group for that matter. So why have women’s stories been (and continue to be) left out of history?”
This is the question that I continuously ask myself and the question that I am trying to eliminate with my work with the New York City Latina Writers Group. Women must start to believe that their stories matter. We must thread ourselves into the American fabric as proof that we were here, that we made a difference, so that we can leave behind a legacy for our daughters and our daughter’s daughters. If we do not document our lives who will? Who will tell our stories if we don’t? Better still, who will make sure that our stories are told accurately?
Below are some of the key points addressed in the article:
Perhaps rehashing the etymological roots of a single word won’t change the fact that history has long been recounted from the viewpoint of dominant groups; Hollywood, arguably the world’s most influential movie industry is still run by white people, or men, or Americans (depending on which way you look at it); the op-ed pages of major news outlets — through which policy and thought leadership are driven — are also dominated by men who don’t understand women’s issues; and while stories of minority groups do make their way into history archives, the fact that they are often told from the point of view of the oppressor often leads to unrealistic, dehumanizing, biased portrayals of the people whose history is being documented for them. But, embracing the revelation that history is simply “a narrative accounted for” actually makes things less complicated.
In order to address the dearth of women’s histories — our stories, and voices being undocumented, under-valued, and falsely represented without reprimand — women must begin telling their own stories. We must essentially write our way back into history. Incidentally, one doesn’t always have to “do” something huge to be someone important — sometimes sharing the complex, intersecting pieces about ourselves (and inspiring others to do the same) can do just as much, if not more, to change the world.
Now, some of you may be thinking, “Well, even if I want to write, my life is not that interesting. I’m just a [insert perceived mundane role here that has everyone wondering why you're being so self-deprecating] with nothing to say…” That is simply not true. Bertrand Russell (a man) once said, “The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.” When I think about how many boring history textbooks written by men are out there, it motivates me to keep writing, no matter how insignificant the voices in my head insist my perspective (on anything) is. And if positive-thinking doesn’t work for you, here are some other factors to consider:
- Women are less likely to run for office in part because they don’t feel “qualified enough”
- “Mommy Blogging” has gotten the attention of a $750 million blog marketing industry; companies want to know what moms — not “experts” — think before they spend a dime developing new products
- The It Gets Better campaign — videos created by regular people — has dramatically increased awareness of issues facing LGBT youth
- There are too many men who really shouldn’t be talking (Rush Limbaugh and David Bahati come to mind) writing and saying all kinds of things, and even worse influencing millions of people with their biased point of view — shouldn’t we at least join them?
See, the problem with women not telling their stories isn’t just an issue of “balance” (i.e. we need men and women’s voices in equal measure), but an issue of “influence.” Thus, the reason I write as often as I do is not because I think I have more to say — rather, I’ve learned to tap into the deep dread I feel at the thought of someone else speaking for me, now, but especially when I’m gone; someone giving my children their version of who I was instead of doing the work to make sure my children get to read my words. My writing ensures accountability to my voice, my perspective, my journey, my history, which is worth telling, and worth telling right.
So, for women’s history month, I challenge you to take charge of your own history by writing it. Instead of passively supporting history as recounted by others, how about you begin the process of formally documenting — journaling, blogging, creating art and media etc — about your own life? You could create your own blog using a free Blogger or WordPress account, sign up for Twitter and share snippets of your history using #myherstory.
Blogging and tweeting may seem trivial given the bigger picture of revolutionizing history, but tell that to the voters (29 and under) who leveraged the power of social media to elect the first US Black president, or the people of the Arab Spring who tweeted, YouTubed and shared their revolution with the world, and in turn sparked many more revolutions worldwide. Yours truly will be participating in Gender Across Border’s Blog for International Women’s Day, and thus joining thousands of women all over the world to celebrate this year’s theme, “Connecting Girls, Inspiring Futures.” You could be one of them. Your words matter. Our words matter. Words by and about women matter.
Whether you’re a male teacher who has girls in his classroom, a mother of four who loves to write erotica, a hiphop artist who has a thing to say about gender discrimination in the music industry, a bus driver who bakes cupcakes, a sibling with an outspoken, queer, activist of a sister, please speak. Please say something. You have to — the world is counting on you.
To read the article in its entirety visit: http://www.genderacrossborders.com/2012/03/06/for-womens-history-month-writing-our-way-to-the-revolution/
Sankofa: “Looking to the Past to Create the Future”
The concept of “Sankofa” is derived from King Adinkera of the Akan people of West Africa. “Sankofa” is expressed in the Akan language as ”se wo were fi na wosan kofa a yenki.” Literally translated, this means “it is not taboo to go back and fetch what you forgot”.
Sankofa teaches us that we must go back to our roots in order to move forward. That is, we should reach back and gather the best of what our past has to teach us, so that we can achieve our full potential as we move forward. Whatever we have lost, forgotten, forgone, or been stripped of can be reclaimed, revived, preserved, and perpetuated.
The Sankofa bird has its feet firmly planted forward, but its head turned backwards, with an egg, symbolizing the future, held tightly in its mouth. Not only is there wisdom in learning from the past to build the future, but we should reach back and gather the best of what our past has to teach us, so that we can achieve our full potential as we move forward. In every aspect of life – personal, spiritual, business, professional, whatever, you cannot move forward until you’ve looked back and absorbed where you’ve been.
Today’s generation has seemed to stray away from that path. We are raising a society of individuals who lack respect for their ancestors, their elders, and most importantly lack respect for themselves. They have no idea where they came from and what’s worse is that most of them have no desire to learn. After all, most of our history isn’t taught in schools so we must educate ourselves, but they have no desire to do that either.
What will become of us when our youth are more concerned with how they will buy the newest pair of Jordans rather than thinking about how they will make a difference? Where are our leaders today? We are raising a nation of followers who spend most of their time on social networks instead of reading books.
Today’s youth have somehow veered off that path of greatness that was paved for them by those who came before them, by the ancestors who sacrificed their lives so that their voices can be heard. History is not made by being silent, but instead by standing up and demanding that our voices be heard even when no one wants to listen.
On March 20, 2012 the New York City Latina Writer’s Group (NYCLWG) in collaboration with Hue-Man Bookstore will host an event where we will do just that. With an amazing line-up of performers and panelists, we will focus on honoring our past, our ancestors, and reclaiming what is ours so that we can create OUR futures.
I feel honored to be a part of such an important event. It is my responsibility to educate and to make sure that our voices are heard. We should all be responsible for teaching the young people in our lives about their history, about the importance of their lives and how what they do or don’t do impacts our legacy as a people. I encourage all of my readers to take part in this important discussion because how can you know where you are going if you don’t know where you came from. Sankofa!
You Are More Than Good Enough

I have been quite busy lately. There are so many things going on; so many events, so many commitments, and not enough time to do it all. At least, that’s how I’ve been feeling. For starters, I am still trying to get used to my new professional role as an administrator at one of NYC’s public hospitals. I’ve been in my new role for about 5 months and while I have worked in health care my entire professional career, I forgot what it was like to deal with staff issues, patient issues, and customer satisfaction. It has been very overwhelming to say the least. In addition to my professional career, I am also a writing workshop facilitator for the New York City Latina Writer’s Group (NYCLWG), a member of the DeAlmas Women’s Institute, a writer, and last but most importantly a first time expecting mom to be. Needless to say I have been EXHAUSTED. But with everything that I have going on I am truly grateful for it all.
I am grateful to have a job that allows me to meet my financial obligations, that allows me to help our patients and improve their overall health care experience, a job where I know I will be challenged every day. I am grateful to be a part of a community of writers where I can teach and learn simultaneously and as a DeAlmas Visionera, I am grateful that I have been able to re-connect with myself, my spirit, and my heart’s deepest desire. Something amazing happens when you start to believe that you truly deserve everything that you ever wanted. As women, we tend to put the needs of others before our own and somehow lose sight of the things that we want for ourselves. At least for me, that statement holds true. Being a member of DeAlmas helped me to regain sight of the things I truly wanted.
I realized that I needed to re-focus and I needed to start putting myself before others. I realized that if I wasn’t happy with myself and the direction of my life then there wouldn’t be much that I could do for others. Once I re-focused on myself, transformational things began to happen for me. First, I was able to complete writing and publishing my first book, Welcome to Heartbreak. Shortly after that I was accepted into Fairleigh Dickinson University’s MFA in creative writing program, and lastly on November 6, 2011 I found out that the one thing I had wanted most, I was finally receiving. I was pregnant with my first child.
This may not seem as something monumental for most women, but for me, after trying unsuccessfully to conceive for the past 10 yrs I had given up on that dream. I had decided that since it hadn’t happened in 10 years it probably wasn’t meant for me to be a mother. I began to feel like I wasn’t good enough to experience such a blessing. It wasn’t until I attended the DeAlmas Visiones workshop in 2011 that slowly but surely those thoughts and self doubt began to disappear. Being able to accomplish my heart’s deepest desires was a direct result of all the self-work I did in 2011 with DeAlmas. This is why I am so honored and excited to be the mistress of ceremonies for the book signing for author and founder of DeAlmas Women’s Institute, Gloria Rodriguez, being held on March 6th, 2012 from 6-9 pm at the Longwood Art Gallery at Hostos Community College.
It is the perfect way to kick off Women’s History Month as we celebrate Gloria’s first book You Are More Than Good Enough. The book, which I love, combines storytelling, sacred wisdom, practical tools and techniques that will inspire, cajole and catapult readers into an embrace of themselves. In this book, Gloria generously shares the pitfalls, challenges and triumphs of her step-by-step voyage to self-acceptance and self-love in order to embrace her soul’s calling. Readers will learn techniques (techniques that we used during our bi-weekly self-work sessions) – treasures of the soul – that will prepare them to rediscover their true essence, connect to their life purpose and deny any power to an inner critic. Knowing you are good enough is no small feat but with compassion and understanding Gloria Rodriguez gives us permission to claim the best of who we are with confidence and without apology.
I invite you all to come share a night of beauty, inspiration, and most importanly self-love because we are all more than good enough.
Click on the link for more info or to RSVP to this event:
First Pics of Blue Ivy Carter
The much awaited suspense surrounding baby Blue Ivy and which parent she most resembles can now come to a halt as proud daddy, Jay-Z, recently posted the first pics of his baby girl on his lifeandtimes.com website. I have to say that she is beautiful and thankfully favors her beautiful mommy, Beyonce. There’s something sexy about seeing a man holding his child. God bless the Carters and their baby girl. Check the pics below:
Photo Credit: www.lifeandtimes.com



Official Welcome To Heartbreak Book Release
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. When I was in second grade, as part of a library project, I wrote my first book How the Pig Got It’s Curly Tail. While that book never made it out of the P.S. 16 library, my hope is that this book makes it all around the world. I live by the motto “Dream BIG and if that doesn’t work dream BIGGER.” It has always been my dream to touch someone through the written word and finally, my dream is coming true. Please join me as I celebrate my first self-published literary work, Welcome to Heartbreak. You can purchase the book at Createspace @ www.createspace.com/3512555 or at Amazon @ http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Heartbreak-collection-affirmations-heartbreak/dp/1456405357/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1318202855&sr=8-3 it is available in print and for the Kindle and NOOK e-readers.
Date: Friday, October 28th, 2011
Place: Room 63, Brooklyn, NY 11206
Take the J,Z, or M going towards Brooklyn/Jamaica Center to Lorimer Street (it’s 3 stops across the Williamsburg Bridge). Start out going North on LORIMER STR. Turn right onto MONTROSE AVE. Arrive at 63 MONTROSE AVE.
This event will be hosted by CreativeINK’s Maria “Escribidora” Morales.
Reading & Author signings: 8-11 pm
After party to begin promptly after
*Fun giveaways
*Free raffle ticket with purchase of book
*Special surprise guest readers
About the book:
In this compelling memoir, told through prose and poetry, Nancy Arroyo-Ruffin walks through the fire to face her most painful memories and does so openly and honestly. Raised on the ruthless streets of Brooklyn, NY in the 1980′s, Arroyo-Ruffin takes us on a thrilling voyage of love, loss, and heartbreak.
Full of inspirational quotes & positive affirmations, Welcome to Heartbreak, is a literary portrait depicting the hardships many women endure when transitioning from childhood to adulthood. It is about accepting the past and learning how to move forward from unhealthy situations.
From surviving the brutal murder of a close relative, to helping the love of her life battle a deadly illness, to having her deepest desire snatched from her womb; this is a gripping account of one young woman’s determination to heal herself through love, forgiveness, and acceptance. Burned and pillaged by some of the people she trusted most, this phoenix rises from the ashes to show us that even through heartbreak, beauty and happiness can flourish.
“Life is full of heartbreak but instead of dwelling on that which causes us pain we must embrace it, allow ourselves to feel it, release it and use that heartbreak as a catalyst for success. Heartbreaks don’t break us, they make us stronger.”- Nancy Arroyo Ruffin
*The book will be available for purchase via Amazon.com in October.*
About the author:
Nancy Arroyo Ruffin is a New York City born and bred Puertoriqueña. Raised on the rough streets of Brooklyn during the 80’s. As a writer, poet, and spoken word performer Nancy is breaking down barriers one stone at a time. She does it all with her voice and determination to inspire, build, create, educate, nurture, support and empower one person at a time. She describes herself “as a strong American Puertoriqueña who believes that the only limits that exist are those that we impose on ourselves. Anything we set our minds to is possible.”
Nancy is a graduate of Bernard Baruch College and holds a Bachelor’s degree in Accounting and an MBA in Healthcare Management. Her literary work has been published in the on-line magazines Sofrito for Your Soul, The Daily Voice, and The Brooklyn Rail. Her work will also be appearing in the upcoming anthology “Joy Interrupted: An Anthology about Motherhood and Loss” published by Fat Daddy Farm Press in early 2012.
Nancy is currently a student of the Cave Canem Workshops in Brooklyn, NY. She has performed at various venues throughout NYC including but not limited to Capicu Poetry and Cultural Showcase, Babble in the Bronx, The CreativeINK Poetry Series, La Loba Poetry Series, the Lolita Bar, The Nuyorican Poets Café and will appear as a feature at El Museo del Barrio’s Speak Up Speak Out poetry event in November, 2011.
Nancy is the creator and main contributor of welcometohartbreak.com where she writes about life and relationships. Welcome to Heartbreak: A collection of poems, short stories and affirmations about love, life, and heartbreak is her first published book and she is currently working on a novel.
Afro-Latino American Crossroads: A Cultural Art Exhibit to feed your soul
Growing up in Williamsburg, Brooklyn I have always felt connected to my heritage. In my house there was always El Gran Combo playing on the stereo, spanish novelas on the TV, late nights spent preparing pasteles for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, and time spent with an abuelita who only spoke spanish despite living here for over 40 years. I am Afro-Latina! The product of a Black Puerto Rican born mother and a White Brooklyn born of Puerto Rican descent father. I am American born but my spirit is and always will be made up of all of my ancestors and all of those who came before me.
I am proud to be a part of a culture that is a fusion of African, Taino, and European descent. A culture that is defined not only by our physical beauty because we come in many shapes, sizes, skin tones, and hair types but also by our passion and undeniable dedication to that which is important to us. We are artistic, educated, socially and politically aware, and our contributions to the world have left some of the best legacies. We are a gumbo of spices that once ingested only leaves you wanting more.
This was how I felt when I attended the opening ceremony of the Afro-Latino American Crossroads Exhibit that took place on Wednesday, February 16th at the Clemente Soto Velez Cultural & Educational Center – Abrazo Interno Gallery in NYC. The show which was the brainchild of curator Mia Roman Hernandez, was a collection of some of the best artistic expression I have ever seen.
The art is a cultural, political, and religious reflection of our history. From pieces like the one of the Queen of Salsa, Celia Cruz, to the piece where we see a mother with her child on her back , the show that is described as “A tribute to the She-roes and Heroes of Afro-Latino American culture thru the Arts”, was that and so much more.
With the spiritual blessing of the space by Maximus to the live drumming, dancing, and poetry the exhibit served as a link and reminder of our roots. It was a colorful representation of the Afro-Latino diaspora and its rich history, a history that should never be forgotten so that we can appreciate how far we have come.
The room was full of love, joy, and postive energy. This is an exhibit that should be seen by all if you have a true interest and love for the arts even moreso if you are of Afro-Latino descent. The exhibit is ongoing through Friday, February 25, 2011.
Exhibit information is below:
Curator Mia Roman Hernandez, is a Puerto Rican-American (NuyoRican) New York based artist, teaching artist, lecturer, entrepreneur , founder of the women’s creative network Chamaca Arts and participant of the Afro – Latino American Crossroads Art Exhibit.
Date: February 16, 2011-February 25, 2011
Venue: CSV – Abrazo Interno Gallery
107 Suffolk Street, 2nd floor, NYC
(F train to Delancey)
Exhibiting Artists: Dylcia Pagan, Mia Roman Hernandez, Yasmin Hernandez, Helene Ruiz, Pete Rodriguez, Juan Carlo Suazo, Ezequiel Jimenez, Amanda Mathews, Nia Siacara Andino, Jose Rios, Marthalicia Matarrita
When the Earth Trembles
On days like today, I remember you.
Tragedy does not remain localized.
It manifests outward, from the epicenter, heart and guts exposed;
Exploding out of chests, like limbs decapitated by land mines,
Earthquakes ravage, hurricanes savage and if you’re at the wrong place at the wrong time
Fall victim to anger that shoots first and asks questions last.
Pressurized water bursts through rotten aluminum pipes
You drown in the tsunami and beside the dead, are the wounded.
Beside the dead and the wounded, are the traumatized.
And then there are the friends and relatives of the dead, of the wounded, of the traumatized.
Each asking the same question: God why??
Spirits search for answers and
The combination of burning flesh, metal, and optimism pierce lungs.
The smell of death, Christopher Reeve paralyzing,
There is no superman left to save you.
The weight of bodies hangs on,
like hope at the sight of rescue crews that never seem to come.
I hear the cries today as I heard them 365 days ago.
The moans of death like an incision to the core,
Each one cuts deeper, each one stings more.
Nothing left but barbed notes in a soprano’s throat.
Aid can’t reach your shores, not even on boats.
Bodies hauled away to mass graves
Proper burials will never take place.
Piled up like trash, without a name or a face.
And so I say on days like today:
Haiti you are not forgotten.
9-11 you are not forgotten.
Innocent men sentenced to death simply because of the color
of your skin you are not forgotten.
Sean Bell, Amadou Diaollo, Patrick Dorismond
you are not forgotten.
Hurricane Katrina you are not forgotten.
You made Kanye say “George Bush doesn’t give a fuck about black people”.
And many felt the same
Now only hope and God remains
While the frail hands of sorrow struggle to pick up the pieces,
Trying to bandage wounds that require CPR
because we don’t know how to act we only know how to react.
Substituting a ton of cure for an ounce of prevention.
So I ask you:
What if more money had been invested in Haiti BEFORE the ‘quake?
What if we gave more than we take?
What if their infrastructure had been in tact?
What if the U.S. could have prevented the world trade center attacks?
What if the police actually listened when we spoke?
What if they’d improved the levies before they broke?
What if we had a government that actually cared?
Could all of the lost lives have been spared?
And today, today there is Egypt,
cursed by 30 years of tyrannical leadership.
Mubarak does not want to concede
so young people are dying for a small taste of democracy.
The pharaohs and gods have seemed to abandon its plight.
Protests take place from the dawn of day to the dusk of night.
Tahrir Square has now become the symbol for liberation
and when the earth trembles we must all stand up and pay attention. 
Photo Credit: Asmaa Waguih/Reuters
Rape Victim, 14, Dies After Public Flogging in Bangladesh
I am hardly ever shocked by stories that I see on the news or read in the newspaper or online. The reality is that we live in a world that is marred by self interest, crime, and heartache. It isn’t often that we hear or see good stories on the news and the story that I am going to share with you below not only broke my heart but also enraged me.
Sometimes as a result of living in the United States we lose sight of some of the atrocities that occur in other parts of the world. While they may seem unfathomable to us, to those citizens in those parts of the world stories like the one below are all too common and a part of their daily reality. While surfing the web I came across this story on AOL.com and I wanted to share it if for no other reason than to bring awareness because young girls and women need to stop being mistreated, disrespected, and punised by the men in their communities who are more representative of wild animals than of human beings.
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“A 14-year-old Bangladeshi girl allegedly raped by a much older cousin has died after being publicly flogged for adultery, media reports said.
Hena Begum was sentenced to receive 100 lashes by a village council made up of elders and Muslim clerics in the district of Shariatpur, about 35 miles from the capital, Dhaka, the BBC said today.
She endured about 80 lashes before collapsing Monday, according to The Daily Star, a Bangladeshi newspaper. Her family took her to a hospital, where she died.
“What sort of justice is this? My daughter has been beaten to death in the name of justice. If it had been a proper court then my daughter would not have died,” Dorbesh Khan, the girl’s father, told the BBC.
Family members said Hena was raped by a 40-year-old married cousin, The Daily Star said. The man’s family beat up the teen, then accused of her adultery, the newspaper said.
The very next day, she was sentenced to the flogging in a fatwa, or religious ruling, issued by the village council under Islamic Shariah law, the BBC said.
Sponsored LinksHer father was also told pay a fine of about $700, police told the BBC.
Four people, including a Muslim cleric, have been arrested in connection with Hena’s death, the BBC said. Police said they were looking for another 14 people in the case.
Bangladesh’s high court has ordered district officials in Shariatpur to explain why they did not protect the girl, The Daily Star said. The court ruled eight months ago that Shariah punishment was illegal.
In December, a 40-year-old woman in Rajshahi district died after she was publicly caned for allegedly carrying on an affair with her stepson.”
The story can be retrieved at: http://www.aolnews.com/2011/02/03/bangladeshi-girl-dies-after-public-flogging/
As Bloomberg continues to close NYC schools what does that mean for our youth?
Deputy Mayor for Education Dennis M. Walcott (c.) and New York Schools Chancellor Cathie Black.
More than 3,100 New York City public school students struggled to come to terms yesterday with the Panel for Educational Policy’s decision to close or phase out 10 NYC schools. The schools which include four in Manhattan, four in the Bronx, and two in Brooklyn are all being closed because of poor performance.
With a failing school system and the recent resignation of former School’s Chancellor Richard Klein, Mayor Michael Bloomberg has been left to address the city’s education dilemma. With his non-conventional ideas of treating everything in NYC as a business and the current appointment of Cathie Black as School Chancellor, it has left many thinking whose interest is he really serving. How can a woman with no education experience effectively turn around the city’s educational system? This is the question that many asked when Cathie Black was selected for the city’s highest educational position and despite the opposition to her appointment she now has the future of our public school system in her hands.
I, for one, am having a difficult time understanding how closing schools only to replace them with a bunch of smaller ones will benefit anyone. All that is doing is shifting the problem instead of dealing with the root cause because the students and the teachers will still be the same.
There has to be an initiative to hire better teachers. Not saying that all teachers in the current system are bad, I realize that many of them don’t have the adequate resources needed to do their job effectively but resources is only part of the problem. We need teachers that care. Not teachers that show up, do the minimum necessary just to collect a check and then go home.
The last in, first out policy for firing teachers during times of budgetary cuts also has to be re-evaluted. It is outdated and simply moronic. We need to keep the best teachers and get rid of the bad apples regardless of how long they have been teaching.
I grew up during a time where the teachers cared about you and your success. They called your house when they noticed a change in your academic work. They paid attention to you so they knew when something wasn’t right with you. They made you feel like you mattered and so you felt like somebody cared about you and your success.
I understand that teachers are there to teach and not play the role of a parent but sometimes they have to. Sometimes the teacher is the only person a student may have to push them forward and show them that their life is worth something. Growing up in New York City is tough and the reality is that some parents just don’t care enough to make their children’s education a priority.
Therefore, if you have parents that don’t care and teachers that don’t care what real chance does that child have at achieving any success? When you add to that all of these school closures it leaves kids feeling like failures because they haven’t performed up to academic standards. But whose fault is that? It’s easy to point fingers but it’s everyone’s fault. It is the failing system that we have in place. It’s the parents that don’t take a more active role in helping their child succeed. It’s also the teachers that feel that these kids are hopeless and helpless so they don’t even bother.
They close these schools and with these closures take from the students any glimmer of hope they may have had for succeeding. I came across a young person’s take on these closures/phase-outs and I think she did a great job at articulating what these school closures mean to those that it affects the most, the students.
Below is 18 yr old Melisson Kisson’s thoughts on school closures and how it affected her personally.
“I was victim of a high school phase out. Do you know what it’s like to have four new schools come into your school building?
The first year after the Department of Education announced that my school, Franklin K. Lane High School in Brooklyn, would be closed, we weren’t allowed to set foot on the fourth floor anymore. The next year, the DOE split the rest of the floors in halves. So, if your classroom was around the corner, you could no longer just walk over to your room. You’d have to go upstairs and around and back down stairs to make it to your class. As a result of this, many students were late for their classes. Students missed class time and got in trouble because our school was chopped up and our building was divided!
The great teachers we once loved either switched to the other schools in the building or left. There is no longer a library in the building, because Lane doesn’t have enough money for a library and the other four schools have small budgets. Students with essays due and no printer or computer can’t print—then they struggle to figure out how to pass their class.
Almost all the after school activities belong to the other schools, including the sports and the ROTC. Two of my friends are in their last year at Lane. One of them is only taking one academic class. He scored well on his SAT and is applying to Brown University but there are no Advanced Placement classes for him to take and he is done with school every day at noon. My other friend was told last year that he had enough credits to graduate. He was 16, a junior and not ready for college. There is a difference between having enough credits to graduate, getting a rigorous education, and being prepared for college.
The phase out has failed us all, hundreds of us in Brooklyn and thousands of us in New York City. I was a cheerleader, so school pride was important to me. There is no longer school pride, there is no encouragement, there are no familiar teachers, there are no resources to help us pass. All that remains is a push, a push out of the school by any means possible.
I graduated and I’m in college now, at City Tech. But I look back at the last four years of my life and I feel robbed of my high school experience. My school was no longer MY school; I was basically being kicked out of a school that made a promise to support me and give me all I need to pass. If the Department of Education is truly committed to students, they must include us in decisions about OUR education.”
The above was originally published on http://insideschools.org/blog/2011/01/31/a-students-view-how-not-to-close-a-school/



