As I delve into year five on this blog, sometimes it is healthy to take a look back at my humble beginnings. From the crazy legislation I proposed in 2014 to my modern-day attempt to get a Secretary of Education removed from power, it has been a crazy four plus years! It started out with a plan and turned into so much more! Continue reading
I was looking at various polls I’ve put on here over the past couple of years and I was astonished at some of the results of them! In some cases we were completely wrong! These were basically straw polls I conducted over the past year or two. Continue reading
The definitive seeds for this blog bloomed in late 2013 and early 2014. But what if I said the germination of those seeds began years before?
In 2009, I met someone who was making some very poor choices with their life. They told me they had a child with a lot of problems. One night, that person had to take their son to the hospital. I thought about meeting the person to talk to them about those very poor choices, but the son’s problems took front and center. I went to Bayhealth in Dover that night after thinking about it for a couple of hours. As I walked in, the person didn’t see me. I saw them rocking this teenage boy child in their arms, back and forth, back and forth. While I didn’t agree with this person’s life choices, I understood how broken they were. Their entire life was devoted to helping this child. I could tell they didn’t have a support system that allowed them to get the help they truly needed. I walked out of the emergency room waiting area and drove home. It was about 2am in the morning. I talked to the person briefly a couple of days later but I lost track of the person and I have never seen or heard from them again. I’ve always wondered how that person and the boy were doing. I’ve never shared this with anyone until now, not even those closest to me. But it stuck with me for some reason. While I’ve been blessed in many ways to be able to give my own special needs child the most basic of comforts, there are others who are unable to.
Almost two years later, I had a dream one night. It was the most bizarre dream of my life and I remember every single detail of it. Terrorists were launching a full-scale attack on the airport in San Diego airport. I was on a plane attempting to take off in the midst of fire and carnage. I looked out the window of the plane to see fire and death on the ground. People were dying before my eyes as I flew off into the sun setting over the Pacific. As dreams go, moments shift in the blink of an eye. The plane was flying towards a mountain. There was a flat area so the plane could land. There were not that many people on the plane. We got off after a bumpy landing to find soldiers escorting us to a door in the mountain.
We walked into the mountain and I quickly realized the world was ending. Inside the mountain was an entire city. It was built like a mall with different stores and what I could only call processing centers. I walked into an auditorium and saw children and teenagers. All of them seemed like there was something unique about them. While I didn’t realize this in the dream, I believe they were special needs children. Those with Autism, Aspergers, Tourette Syndrome, ADHD, OCD, ODD, and the different. The separated. The cast out. They were told to listen and behave. I knew instantly that something was very wrong with this whole scene. For some reason, I got a job at the mountain as a guard of some sort. I walked around this mountain mall for a while. People were walking around and seemed happy, but I noticed I didn’t see any of the children that were in the auditorium. All the people walking around were grown-ups. What happened to the children?
I found out the answer to that question. Soldiers were placing corpses on a conveyor belt which went through a door to the outside. I got close enough to take a peek out the door and what I saw horrified me. Children were being sent into an outside furnace. Some of the children were still alive as they were led to the slaughter. A guard motioned towards me and I woke up from my dream.
That dream haunted me for months. One day at work during a break I happened to see a newspaper headline about a mountain in France that was attracting New Age followers. December 12, 2012 was fast approaching and they believed this mountain in the Pyrenes chain would save them from the upcoming apocalypse. They call Bugarach the “upside-down” mountain based on its geographical structure. That apocalyptic moment never came in 2012. UFOs did not take the New Age followers away to some interstellar promised land. But when I read the online article about this bizarre mountain in France, they showed a picture of it. It was the exact same mountain as the one in my dream. Granted, there was no revelation about a mountain mall at Bugarach. I began to do tons of research on Bugarach and found some bizarre stuff.
It was more the dream that stuck with me. When I began this blog, I did a couple of articles on treatment of those with disabilities in history. It really isn’t until the past fifty years that those with disabilities began to gain the rights they should have always had. I even incorporated Bugarach in a never-finished series called “Delaware Horror Story”. Maybe one day I will pick that up and give the history of what happened to Mike Matthews and Paul Herdman when Sussex County was wiped out due to melting glaciers. But not today. For me my dream about Bugarach and the dark horrors within represented a potential future to avoid at all costs.
So why am I just now revealing these what could only be viewed as crazy moments in my life now? First off, the topic of that person I met with the child at Bayhealth recently came up. I didn’t realize what an impression that made on me over the years. I didn’t know the first thing about special needs, how to advocate for rights, or certainly any knowledge of how to help a child who was clearly suffering. As far as the dream, I have tried to get back to that dream in the six years since with no luck whatsoever. It was the worst possible future for these kids. Do I think that could really happen? I pray to God not. But if you asked someone if the Holocaust or the wholesale slaughter in Rwanda in the 1990s if they could have foreseen those moments, perhaps not. History is filled with such atrocities going back tens of thousands of years. Like I said, history is filled with very bad treatment of anyone different. As I said in the intro for this, these were just seed germinations. The simple truth is this blog would have never happened if not for the very difficult birth of those seeds bursting to life all those years ago. For some, it seems like just yesterday that late 2013 and early 2014 happened. For me, it feels like a lifetime ago. Along with all that came before that.
I see what is going on now in our world. In America, we seem more divided than ever. I don’t see the “growth” happening for students with disabilities that all the faux Common Core believers profess they are having. I see people at each other’s throats over party lines. I believe we are fast approaching a tipping point in society. A line will be crossed and there will be no looking back. But I also have hope. Hope that we can overcome our differences and unite to help all people.
Last Friday night, I attended a candle-light vigil for Lieutenant Steven Floyd in Dover. For those around the country who read this blog, Lt. Floyd was the correctional officer tragically murdered in last week’s prison siege at the Vaughn Correctional Center in Smyrna, DE. I saw hundreds of people paying tribute to a man that saved others with his actions. He was and is a true hero. Everyone who attended this vigil, along with the accompanying tribute in Smyrna, was there to pay tribute and to mourn. As we held our candles up high for Lt. Floyd, I remembered another evening where many of us lit candles to remember.
It was after 9/11. I lived in California at the time. Word was going around on the internet that everyone should hold a candle-light vigil one Friday evening. I went outside and found people just coming over. Some I had never met before. I became the de facto leader of this group and started to speak. This was something I never did before. I thought, “Why me?” But I got through it. After everyone left I felt a feeling of peace. In the midst of unspeakable tragedy, people could still unite for something bigger than themselves.
In the span of my life, my advocacy for special needs, opt out, and getting rid of corporate education reform is still in its infancy. I truly don’t know what will happen next. Things are moving very fast and there are many things I need to put in the “unable to control” box. While I was blogging, life continued to move forward. I’m at a crossroads with many things in my life right now but I know I have a few things in my corner: friends, hope, and love. Will the dreams of yesterday and missed opportunities create change in the future? Time will tell. But my days of living in darkness, of drowning in it, will not define who I am. It will not shape my world any longer. I refuse to let it.
At the vigil last Friday evening, a Reverend spoke to the crowd. His final words resonated with me like no other words in a long time. I can’t remember it verbatim, but he was talking about how much people need help from others. How so many of us just walk right past them. He said we should only be looking down unless it is to lift another person up.
When we are fighting on Facebook about politics, are we really contributing anything worthwhile to the world? Do we really believe a local fight on Facebook is going to change the shape of a nation? Are we that self-absorbed to think that? I am not bemoaning standing up for rights or what you believe. What I am criticizing is the way so many of us are going about how they convey their beliefs. If making a point hurts someone to a level where the words “I’m sorry” are said, it has gone too far. If friendships die forever over this stuff, that is the truest shame in the world.
The driving force for this blog has evolved in the past couple of months. I felt I said all I needed to say about certain subjects. I was no longer in a place to do vast amounts of research and spend so much time on it. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I still am in some respects, but I’ve also experienced a reawakening I never expected. Here comes the future.
Belief is a funny thing. Some people need to see something splattered all over newspapers and major news outlets to believe something is real. Others just need to hear one thing to think something is true. When it comes to education, what do you believe?
I recently had a conversation with someone who told me I was a conspiracy theorist. That what I am saying about the vast plans that have been going on with education and what is to come is nothing more than that. That I have no basis to prove my theories whatsoever. This person also informed me they don’t care about my theories and they have more important things to do with their life. I encouraged this person to do some research on their own and to come up with their own conclusions. When you talk about the agendas for public education to someone who is not deeply engrossed in the minutiae of what has been going on, it is very easy to sound like a crackpot. It won’t be the first time someone has expressed that I am crazy or wearing a tin hat. I’m sure it won’t be the last. But as I left that person, they were on Google looking up “Common Core conspiracy theories”.
To an outside observer, many of us who do the research with corporate education reform do sound crazy. But they haven’t poured through contracts and websites, or followed the money to see where billions of dollars are going. They haven’t read everything we have. They can’t accept how deep the tentacles reach. That this involves much more than education and has ties with the U.S. Departments of Defense, Health and Human Services, and Labor. That what is going on in public education will redefine society as we know it and strip away substantial rights of citizens in the future. It sounds so crazy it would have to be a conspiracy theory, right? And that is exactly what they are counting on, these masters of wealth and foundations, these billionaires who throw money around like it was nothing. “But these foundations do good things,” I’ve heard. Of course they do. They help people around the globe. If all they did was fund Common Core and personalized learning and education technology, it would be MUCH easier for people to follow the trail.
Our country is run by corporations. I can’t make people see this. I can’t make them understand that politicians are bought and sold like discounted goods on Black Friday. I can’t make them see the major media blackout on so much that is really going on. I hear so many people say “You can’t believe what you read on the Internet or on blogs.” I’ve seen it myself. There is a ton of bad information out there. I’ve published bad information before based on bad information or a misunderstanding. It happens. But when all the same trails lead to the same conclusions repeatedly, after a while the truth sinks in. It’s not like a lot of these companies are hiding what they want to do with data. They are announcing it on their websites or pushing it with policy briefs for the Every Student Succeeds Act. But who has the time to look at all that? If I weren’t hip to a lot of this stuff, I wouldn’t give any of it the time of day.
It is no longer theory when something has been proven. It is fact. And it is a fact that there are corporations and foundations, run by some of the richest people in the world, that want today’s youth and future generations to become servants to their masters. They will accomplish this through education by turning it into a data tracking system that will affect every facet of their lives: health, careers, outside interests, media, technology, and higher education. Everyone will be plugged in and led to believe what their lives should be. The data will tell them so. Meanwhile, those who aren’t plugged into the Blockchain technology coming our way, the masters, they will happily reap the profits of those who don’t want to believe.
As those who want to save our children from this future, how do we reach those who don’t want to believe? Who honestly don’t have the time or an inkling of how grand this scheme is? That it doesn’t matter who is President or this Secretary, they are just following the script written decades ago?
2016 has been a very interesting year in blogging. Some articles took off way beyond what I thought they would while others didn’t even hit the 1,000 mark. Such is life in Delaware education! The articles that get the most hits on this blog seem to take on a life of their own. It is very odd to watch as the writer of this blog. I think to myself, “this is Delaware, it can’t be that interesting!”
Without further ado, here are the top 2016 articles on Exceptional Delaware:
- Delaware Public Schools: You Have Until Thursday To Get Rid Of Your Data Walls Or I Start Filing FERPA Complaints 51,505 hits
- Her Name Is Amy 36,029 hits
- Holodick & Brandywine Named In Lawsuit As Father Seeks Justice From Year Long Nightmare 22,277 hits
- Tragedy Strikes Howard High School In Wilmington As Student Dies From Head Injuries In Fight 6,924 hits
- Niche.com Delaware School Rankings By High School, Middle School, Elementary School, Best Teachers, & More 3,098 hits
- Delaware Senate Passes The “No School After Labor Day” Bill With Close Vote 3,054 hits
- Delaware DOE Hits All-Time Low With Very Scummy Move Against Teachers… 1,993 hits
- ***UPDATED***Channel 6 ABC Action News Gives Updated Information About Details In Amy Joyner-Francis Case 1,823 hits
- Governor Markell Takes It To Facebook And Receives The Beat Down Of His Life! 1,783 hits
- Delaware’s Pee Problem 1,712 hits
Out of all the above articles, the one that was the hardest to write was Her Name Is Amy. It was the day after her murder at Howard High School of Technology, and the words just came out of me. The data walls article really took me by surprise. I wrote the whole article in about five minutes while at work one day in response to a Facebook post. When I checked my laptop a few hours later at my next break, it had over 3,000 hits. The whole Senate Labor Day bill was also a post I thought no one would really care about, but it clearly resonated with readers for some reason. A lot of these articles generated so many hits because they were either original topics that couldn’t really be found anywhere else or because they dealt with a tragedy on a scale we weren’t used to in Delaware. The fact that three of these articles dealt directly with Amy Joyner-Francis speaks volumes at the grief we felt (and still do) over her senseless death. There was a lot of misinformation about what happened that day. Some of it was discounted only to be later verified. In some instances, it was just bad information. When I was prepping the Brandywine lawsuit article, I had a feeling it would be big, but not that big. The Pee article was meant to be serious, and it was. But sometimes the title just jumps out and says “read me”.
For the data walls article, I will be keeping a close eye on this topic. I want to hear from any parent, teacher, or student who sees data walls in our schools that give out names and test scores and rankings of students. In the classroom or out, especially if it is in an area where anyone can see it. Many schools who practiced this last year got a reprieve from me because it was the end of the school year, but I will not be so kind this year.
Blogging is an odd thing. None of these posts were heavily linked to with the exception of Facebook in certain situations. Facebook, Twitter, and Google have always been my biggest “referrers”. What none of these hits include are hits to my “homepage” which received 93,065 hits so far this year. Each year, this blog gets bigger, and I am very grateful for that. When I began this little thing back in June of 2014, I didn’t foresee anything like this or what it became. I thank all my readers, near and far, for coming to visit. It’s been controversial, it’s been real, and it’s even been fun with some stuff. The people I’ve met since have left a very big impression on me. I am a better man for meeting a lot of you! And some, I won’t go there!
While I don’t always slow down in the summer, my readers do. I have noticed a crystal clear trend with this as my 3rd year of summer blogging comes to a finish. Things ramp up big time in late August/early September. That continues up until Christmas. Slows down for a few weeks, and then the General Assembly comes back. Things slow down around Easter for a week, and then back up again until June 30th. Slows to a crawl on 4th of July, and goes up or down all summer depending on how many people are around and not purposely checking out from “real life”. But summer is when the DOE is usually the most crafty, so I make it an extra point to monitor them closely then. Sometimes it takes a while to put the pieces together, but eventually a picture forms.
Funny story, the first time I wrote an article about Governor Markell in the title, I thought for sure the Delaware Secret Service would be collecting me at work. It never happened, and as time went on, I stopped worrying about stuff like that. It’s not that I’ve ever been about to destroy Jack Markell. I’ve always hoped he would wake up one day and do the right thing. But he is very predictable once you figure him out. He constantly disappoints me, but that feeling leads me to the truth every singe time. I’ve always made it a point to tell the truth on here. Some of that is perception, and some were gut reactions, borne out of frustration and anger. I’ve flip-flopped on a lot of things, but some things have stood the test of time: my stances on Smarter Balanced, Opt Out, personalized learning, Rodel, Markell, the Delaware DOE, and the Delaware State Board of Education. I still think special education needs vast improvement in Delaware. Following the money has taken more time and research the past few months, but I understand things so much more than I used to. It isn’t just a charter thing, it’s a Delaware public education thing.
I’ve written some things on here that some found reprehensible but I stand by those decisions. To my detractors, I ask this: if I am wrong about so many things, why do I get no response for those things from those who know the truth? They have the ability to reach me. They all know how. It has been a very rare event when I left a comment in moderation because of the nature of the comment. I can count those on one hand. I have never edited a comment. I’ve corrected articles many times. In Delaware education, transparency is not always there so you draw conclusions based on what you have and the information presented. I’ve even apologized if I was wrong in the past. Sometimes I hear that others are upset with me, but I never seem to hear from those “others”. To those “others”, you should not feel afraid to reach out to me. I may not agree with you, but I will certainly present your side of the story. As long as you don’t lie to me or intentionally try to mislead me. Cause if I find out, you can be pretty damn sure I will write about that.
At the end of the day, this isn’t my blog. It isn’t even about the people who read it. It’s about the Delaware kids in public education. It’s about my kid and yours. When politics gets involved, it can get ugly. I won’t endorse those who toe the party line or vote against something that could and should be in a student’s best interests. In Delaware, we have the capability of ushering in true change to education. We stand on the cusp of something better and different. But all of this depends on how you vote in the September primaries and on Election Day in November.
I urge all of you to do research into which legislators have stood up for public education. Who has supported the rights of teachers and parents? Who voted against the Smarter Balanced Assessment? Who has openly, even in the face of disdain from their peers in their own party, voted for what is right and not for what the Governor or the forces against public education want? Who goes to a lot of education meetings and serves the will of the people and not the Governor? This can be a very thin line at times. There are many parents who support charter schools and school choice in this state. I recognize that, and I accept that. Some assume certain politicians are out to destroy charters. They aren’t. They just want transparency and honesty, about their finances or their enrollment practices. They see and hear things you never hear a word about. They see the lobbyists in full swing at Legislative Hall and know who is zooming who.
I think most of us want something better for our kids than what we have. But if you want to live in a sheltered island where everything is safe for the few, and not the many, then that isn’t always the best thing. Parents are used when they exist in those kind of environments. They are more willing to believe certain things because it is all they know. But trust me when I say the reality is very different. There are people in this state who are all about themselves. They may smile and appear to be the nicest people in the world. They aren’t. They know who they are. They know what they do. I believe most, if not all of them, are fully cognizant of their actions. I’ve seen many of their faces when they aren’t in a crowd. They aren’t the same faces. It is truly horrifying to see sometimes. I can also see the weight of guilt on some of them. I see the stress on their face and the remorse in their eyes. But they feel powerless to do the right thing. This isn’t something I can fathom. I guess it just isn’t in my genetic makeup. I feel for them in the same respect I feel bad for anyone who does wrong and it eats at them. We have all been there at one point or another. It isn’t a fun feeling. But at the same time, I don’t feel any loyalty to these people. Everyone has the opportunity to tell the truth or live a better life. It might mean sacrificing something these people aren’t willing to do. I don’t think it’s a question of not being able to do so for any of them.
We all make choices, for good or bad. I believe we all face moments when we wrestle with those choices. Struggle with what to do. We may be protecting someone else, or just ourselves. But when it involves kids, there is no place for ego or greed or manipulation or lies or fraud or power. Because most of these kids, they don’t know how to do those kind of things. They are seeing the paths set for them by the adults. So for those who I am talking about here, and you know damn well who you are, are you okay with Delaware students being who you are when they are your age? Are you okay with them taking the same actions you have? Because that is what will happen. If it isn’t your own children or grandchildren, it will be someone else’s kid. Someone who will grow up and think the game is more important than life. Is that really what you want?
Right now, a Herdman problem is running amok in our education system and causing chaos. The Herdman problem is not the only issue. Our classrooms are changed because of this. We don’t know why this is happening, just that it is. Students don’t want to go to school. It is very hard for them to learn in this environment. How can we solve the Herdman problem? Parents, teachers, and principals are upset. The community is outraged. How did we allow the Herdman problem to invade our schools? Each year the problems only get worse.
If you think I’m talking about Dr .Paul Herdman with the Rodel Foundation, then you have been actively reading this blog but that is NOT what this article is about. It’s about reading. Right now my son is reading a book called The Best
Worst School Year Ever by Barbara Robinson. This is a sequel to a story many children have read called The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. It’s about six siblings, known as The Horrible Herdmans. These kids are monsters! They steal, they lie, they cheat, they burn, they kidnap, you name it, they have done it. There doesn’t seem to be one honorable bone in their bodies. Yet, at the end of the day, you find they capture your heart in a weird way.
As my son reads this, cracking up throughout, I am relieved. Reading and my son don’t always get along. But he is fully engaged in this book and he is loving it! This is what reading is meant to do. To suck you in and bring you new worlds of joy and creativity. To expand your brain in ways you can’t imagine. To see my son this into a book is awesome!
I read a lot. All the time. I refuse to let my mind go stagnant. I am of the belief that children need to read everyday. It doesn’t always work as planned, but that is my goal for my child. But some kids don’t even know how to read. They need to be taught. Their future depends on it. Our future depends on it. They may not even know words, or they may have a learning disability. I think we can all agree this is a huge issue, and we all need to work together to solve it. For our toddlers and really young ones, parents need to read to them all the time. Go out of the box and see if they can actually read. Show them the words and ask if they can say them. Point to the words as you are saying it. It probably won’t happen, but one day you just might be surprised!
This is the last post I will be writing because all my objectives with this blog have come to fruition. Education is always going to be an issue in Delaware, as it should be. The learning environment for children and teens should always be one of the most paramount issues of our state. I actually prayed this day would come for years! Continue reading
Exactly one year ago today, Kilroy’s Delaware posted the first part of “A Father’s Cry For His Son”. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I remember what drove me to just start writing the night before. Kilroy and I planned the whole thing for weeks. It was just a matter of finding the right words and method. I wanted to tell the story about my son’s years at a Delaware charter school. As a result, I wrote fourteen very long parts of that story for over a month. Four days later, Exceptional Delaware was born.
I look back and see things remaining the same, and some are vastly different. It’s like a science experiment. First you have a theory, and then you do the experiment, and then you find out if you were right or not. Along the way you have catalysts and other factors that may affect the experiment. Was I right? Did my theories hold the weight of truth? Some of them did, and others were close. Some went way beyond what I thought they ever could be. But to me, it’s the journey along the way. The people you meet and the things you do.
One thing I do know for sure, but I thought at the time. Not all charter schools are evil. I think I realized this when Gateway Lab School was on the potential chopping block and I found myself doing everything I could to save them. Yes, I write about the problems at many Delaware charters but I think many of those issues are systemic and could improve with the right amount of legislation, some of which arealready in the works.
Once opt-0ut and House Bill 50 are decided on, I want to get back to the basics, making life better for special needs students. Granted, the ESEA reauthorization may take care of opt-out in one fell scoop with one of the amendments to the Senate bill. So many of my battles will be decided on if that legislation passes. Some will remain. To get a good look at the bill, look at the article prior to this one from the fantastic Mercedes Schneider. Together, her and Diane Ravitch keep me abreast of all the national education news.
With so many potential looming decisions on the horizon, it’s very important we keep the momentum going and try to figure out what’s next. It will be a time of rebuilding and making sure the foundations are the right ones for students. I am no expert on these matters, so I leave that to the many more than capable teachers and parents out there who have the knowledge base to do what’s right.
Take a look back at my humble beginnings a year ago today in the first part of A Father’s Cry For His Son. I still feel like I can’t thank Kilroy enough for letting me take up so much of his blog in May 2014. I will always be forever grateful. They say everyone has a purpose in life. Maybe this was mine. History will determine that.
Six shootings on the same block in Wilmington. What is up with this block? If the cops know it is so bad, why don’t they do something? I don’t get it. A teenager was killed Friday. A freshman at A.I. DuPont High School. What’s it going to take? How many more young lives have to be destroyed? Governor Markell, your legacy will be a horrible education system and a city that has no vision except for the fake one at that non-profit building on 100 W. 10th St. All under your watch.
Were these the dreams you had for Delaware? You just don’t get it. If you spent as much time on crime on Wilmington as you utilized the vast amount of resources for education, then I highly doubt you would see what we are all viewing in the news lately. You have the top job. It’s your job to oversee this state. And all I see are tears and anguish.
You have two years. Spend more time fixing this city than trying to fix the schools. Stop with your allegiance to Rodel and Arne Duncan and Bill Gates. Start fixing this city. It’s not about the corporations you see from 95. It’s about the people. They are not human capital, commodities that can be bought and sold. You are not going to be the next US Secretary of Education. That ship has sailed. I’ve heard where your next destination may be, and I’m okay with that. But you are here now, and you need to set up the future for Delaware, not yourself.
Both Capital School District and Red Clay Consolidated School District have board meetings tonight. One will discuss and vote on parent opt-out of standardized testing while the other will decide if they will accept a Memorandum of Understand to essentially allow the state of Delaware to take over three low-income schools with high populations of minorities and students with disabilities.
Delaware blogger Kilroy will be at Red Clay, and I will be at Capital. Both meetings could have huge ramifications for education in this state. If both go the way I am hoping it will send a clear message to Governor Jack Markell, Secretary of Education Mark Murphy and the Delaware DOE that local school districts will not allow the state to dictate there every move. Something that will be done with full transparency for all the public to hear.
This is our future if we do not stop this now. All schools will become charter schools. The public school system as we know it will gradually fade away. Teachers will become carbon copies of each other and will not be protected by unions. They will be paid less, have less college experience, and will follow online modules to teach our children. Every classroom and lesson will have the exact same plan every single day. Teachers will have to follow a required script. Our children will be taught not to question authority and will become brainwashed into obeying the will of their masters. These masters will be the 5% or less of the wealthiest in our society. The children of the reformers and corporate employees who profit from the most vulnerable of our country. Their children will attend private schools and will be educated without Common Core and standardized testing. They will have individuality and will one day rule the country.
The Special needs children will suffer the most in this dark future. They will be collected and warehoused into residential treatment centers, and made to be the outcasts of society. Discrimination strongly exists against these children now. It is a quiet, unassuming discrimination, but it is there all the same.
This is our crucial moment. We can allow this future to happen, or we can stop it now. Those with even a small bit of information have seen this future, but the vast majority of America needs to wake up, and they need to do it now. Our future is changing right before our very eyes. Freedom and democracy are morphing and changing, into a shape that is not good for our children.
I am asking both Capital and Red Clay to save our children, to push back against a reform movement existing to make money off the most precious minds of our society. As I will say tonight, backroom deals are made to profit those who smile in public and stab our children, teachers, and schools in the back. We need to stop this, before we wake up one day and realize it is too late.