teaching for social justice

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

Mercury and the 3rd house or ruler of the 3rd indicates an area of life we are interested, engaged, learn with ease, and enjoy teaching.

Mercury in Aries enjoys discussing ideas, themselves, and their plans for the future. They may enjoy teaching people about sports, politics, cars, social movements, and anything that is fresh in their minds.

Mercury in Taurus enjoys discussing their relationships, children, their work, engaging in the life of their friends, the TV shows they have been watching, and their hopes and dreams. They may enjoy teaching budgeting, horticulture, cooking, make up and personal style, and social issues

Mercury in Gemini enjoys discussing whatever is on the mind - this is commonly recently learned information. News and current affairs, school, gossip, as well as more deeper and meaningful subjects can be on the radar. Geminis don’t do - they teach, so Mercury in Gemini people can be found teaching just about anything

Mercury in Cancer enjoys discussing their memories, their family, relationships, and children, especially memories of ancestors, their dreams, their fears and worries, they are highly engaged in the lives of their friends so they become a great point of concerned discussion. Mercury in Cancer people may enjoy teaching business, spiritual matters, childcare, cooking, and photography

Mercury in Leo people enjoy discussing anything they find fascinating - this is mostly themselves and their lover. They may enjoy teaching young people, also anything in the arts, personal style, management, psychology, and politics 

Mercury in Virgo enjoys discussing their work, the concerns they have for other people, their pets, the worries they have that nobody realises, and how they think they can make things better. They may enjoy teaching technology, health, manual skills, gaming, self care, because Mercury is the ruler of Virgo they make natural teachers 

Mercury in Libra enjoys discussing their relationships, the concerns they have for other people, their hopes and dreams, often themselves to gain a foundation and self awareness, crime, their frustrations at injustices They may enjoy teaching law, design, psychology, mediation, family law, and human resources 

Mercury in Scorpio only enjoys stimulating, provoking conversations. They will rarely discuss themselves, but they will verbally evoke demons and truth out of you. They may enjoy teaching psychology, law, science, esoteric studies, politics, and conspiracies 

Mercury in Sagittarius enjoy discussing just about anything, they are seeking a worldly experience through the intellect, so they love talking travel, memories, hopes and dreams, cultural differences and similarities, and philosophies. They may enjoy teaching religion, medicine, spiritual laws, global issues, sports, and theories 

Mercury in Capricorn enjoys discussing their work, current affairs, powerful issues, social concerns, their family, and what they would like to achieve. Mercury in Capricorns make natural teachers because they are invested in the next generation. Whatever they teach, they will aim to convey with expertise 

Mercury in Aquarius enjoys discussing anything wild, out of this world, conspiracies, politics, ideas, spirituality, oppression, social justice, visions, and utopia. They may enjoy teaching technology, social welfare, environmental issues, sociology, and sciences 

Mercury in Pisces enjoys discussing the ethereal and the mysterious, spiritual and religious matters, their concerns and the concerns they have for other people, and how they would like to see a better world. They may enjoy teaching child and health care, esoteric studies, anything in the arts, psychology, and healing 

-C.

Les Amis as children's book writers/publishers.
  • They all meet when they're initially struggling to get their books published, and so all of them pool their savings (and a significant donation from from Combeferre's mothers) into self publishing.
  • Eventually their books prove to be popular enough for them to have a proper little printing company of their own- it's not huge but they all love it anyway.
  • Enjolras writes those illustrated social justice books to teach children about human rights, and writes simplified biographies of famous figures in various political movements. He also puts similar messages into more traditional stories to try and make sure that parents prejudices are or passed on to children as easily.
  • Courfeyrac tends to write joke books full of terrible puns, but he's also loves pop up books. He's published the least of any of the amis, but he has also read every single book any of the others have written.
  • Combeferre writes those 101 fact books about basically every subject that interests himself. He's written dozens of books on science and space, they're his favorites.
  • Joly writes books of fun home science experiments to get kids interested in chemistry. He tests them all out at home, and on the weekends him, Bossuet and Chetta will all make a complete mess of their house with baking soda volcanos (and have a heap of fun doing it).
  • Gav is his official tester, he gets the first copy of every new book as soon as Joly has it and he won't put anything in the book with his seal of approval.
  • Combeferre and Joly are also working on a collection of books about the human body. So far they've written three.
  • Jehan writes poetry books, which have notes and encouragement for kids to try and write their own. They've also done books of those fun shape poems, again with helpful hints about writing and forming your own, and with blank shapes left at the back for kids to fill in their own.
  • Bahorel does traditional moral stories with a modern twist. He wants his books to teach children to be kinder to one another, and to other people. Him and Enjolras have been working together on trying to write books about racism without being too overt.
  • Cosette writes books about hobby crafts and other fun activities for children. She began publishing with ABC because she was being pressured to publish her books as those 'crafts for girls' things and she didn't believe in gendering them so heavily. She helps Musichetta with her children's cook books too. Typically she writes the baking sections because she can include recipes that baker!Valjean did with her when she was a child.
  • Eponine writes those versions of fairytales which are messed up or told from the villains point of view or whatever. She could never get them published because they were kind of dark.
  • Marius does traditional fairy tales illustrated really well (with princess who tend to look increasingly like Cosette) and is the only one of ABC and friends to ever have something published by a major publisher.
  • Grantaire and Feuilly are both illustrators. They both have very different styles- Feuilly typically illustrates Enjolras' books since his style is more traditional, where Grantaire's more cartoonish style fits better with Bahorel and Joly's styles.
  • Feuilly has also co written a book with Cosette about origami.
  • Grantaire could always see how much joy his friends got from creating stories and decided to try it himself. He finds inspiration in the people that he loves, rewriting traditional fairytales with them as characters.
  • It actually started with him writing "The democratically elected leader and the frog" as a joke, but people actually love them? And eventually everyone has their own.
  • Montparnasse doesn't talk to R for a week after the publication of "The (Gender Fluid) Beauty and the Beast" because of the rather unflattering caricature of him.
  • His most popular three are still his presentation of the ABC and friends in Robin Hood, his reimagining of the little mermaid (wherein rather than melting into sea foam princess Chetta marries the prince and his husband) and his lesbian version of Rapunzel (featuring eposette).

anonymous asked:

Honestly the worst part about being heteroromantic asexual is the fact both straight people and LGBT people treat you like shit and says "you don't matter"

When I was an undergraduate, my professor in teaching for social justice presented us with the following diagram to show systems of oppression:

It demonstrates different axes of power and oppression. Some of the terms may be out-dated or not as inclusive, and my professor addressed this fact. For example, this doesn’t address the dynamic between cisgender and transgender, binary and non-binary, and they use “celibate” instead of asexual.

…but the overall model doesn’t change – only updated according to academic discourse and social changes. Though, it is important to remember that this model is Western/American-centric. The way systems of power and oppression work in other countries may look different to some degree. 

Anyways, I mention this because an important conversation emerged in that class where we considered identities within the “buffer” zones. That is, those who do not neatly fit into the dominant group nor the oppressed group. We find that people in these zones often receive antagonism from both sides.

This may create a unique conflict, in that one might try to fit into the dominant ideology and dominant group, but they will never receive the same level of privilege and acceptance. Or, they can try to find solidarity with marginalized groups but may feel inauthentic and not fully accepted. 

While it’s vitally important to understand that straddling the line between groups means that you may have some access to privileges that others may not and that this doesn’t exempt you from having the power to act oppressively, the antagonism experienced from both sides can create challenges…

…and that, on some of these axes, it’s not possible to move completely into the dominant group. In terms of class or age, maybe, but nothing is going to change the fact that heteroromantic asexuals (and heterosexual aromantics) do not have full access to the dominant group because of one’s asexuality or aromanticism. 

Finally, regardless of one’s position, everyone is capable of perpetuating the dominant ideology, even if they don’t benefit from it. That is because we are all raised into it. We can take actions to subvert it and we can build solidarity with marginalized groups all we want, but it takes a lot of effort to unlearn.

So, it’s not solely your responsibility to unlearn these things, though it is a responsibility we must all take on. It’s important for you to be cognizant, especially, of how heterosexuality and heteroromanticism are valued in society. However, excluding and antagonizing you isn’t fair. You do matter. 

anonymous asked:

Hi LadyKay! I'm looking for some advice...I have so many interests. It feels like I'm being pulled in a million directions. I want to do research, be a surgeon, teach yoga, and be a social justice activist, just to name a few. Do you have advice on narrowing my focus and finally picking something instead of wallowing in the decision and not doing anything? If you don't get to this I completely understand. Thanks for reading and best wishes!

I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND THIS PROBLEM. 

I still want to do all the things… (working 80 hours a week is forcing me to limit myself….) 

I think the thing is that you have to pick the one thing that excites you most and do it for your job – is that being a doctor or being a yoga instructor or a politician or a teacher? Pick your one thing. Try to pick a thing that you can’t do as just a hobby. Like you can love painting – but if you only kind of love painting you can do it as a hobby and not a job. You can’t really practice medicine on the side or be a lawyer on the side. 

One of the reasons I picked medicine was it was going to give me the chance to do a bunch of the things I was passionate about – I could do surgery, and be a teacher, and be a researcher. I could do ALL that stuff in one job. That helped. 

I love running – but I do that just for me. I love writing and reading – so I read books when I can and I write this blog. I love cooking - but I just feed Sweetheart and I instead of going to culinary school. I found ways to fit those things into my daily life instead of making them jobs. 

Explore all the things that excite you and then pick the thing that makes you the happiest (or maybe that fits a lot of the things that excite you together.) 

If you love surgery and social justice you can be a surgeon and get an MPH and maybe work to increase access to healthcare in rural areas and donate your time as a physician in low income areas. And maybe you’ll get involved in preventative health and work to improve access to fitness/yoga classes in your area! 

You’ll find a thing that squishes all those things together. 

I’M NOT always TEACHING y'all things. I speak from MY experience. I am not a social justice encyclopedia and I CANNOT possibly cater to all of you in all of my rants.

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How do we understand the idea of art? How do we understand the concept of social justice? What does Art Education do?

These were some of the questions explored by school administrators, arts educators, teachers, parents, youth, and community organizers gathered on March 24th at the Brooklyn Museum’s Arts as Social Justice Roundtable. Through group discussion, image reflection, and sharing personal stories, participants investigated the intersection of the Arts and Social Justice and the pedagogical implications of this relationship.After sharing some of the issues most impacting their communities, participants broke into smaller groups where they  raised a host of other questions including, “How can art redefine social concepts and dynamics?” “What is the relationship between art-making and learning in general? How can art bring communities together?” and “How can art help us imagine new social possibilities?”

Some key findings from the gathering included:

  • We often assume a shared understanding of Social Justice and this is often counter-productive.
  • Social Justice should be approached as a commitment to PROCESS. An understanding of pedagogy and the ability to facilitate groups around difficult conversations is essential to this process.
  • At its core Art can also be understood as a process/approach towards learning and doing. There is an intimate relationship between all authentic learning and Art.
  • Within the context of Art, a Social Justice perspective requires us to expand and questions traditional notions of “Fine Arts” and artistic “Canons”.
  • Art Education is essential to Social Justice because Social Justice requires Social Imagination.
  • There is power in collective thinking and group learning. There is a need and yearning for more spaces that bring together diverse cross-section of people to engage and to wrestle with these questions.

Over the next two years, the Education Division will continue asking these questions as we begin a new partnership with local community organizations and middle schools in Central Brooklyn (Districts 16 & 17) with the support from the Kenan Foundation. The partnership will result  in a student-driven community arts project highlighting the transformative power of the arts. The Arts as Social Justice Roundtable was the first step in learning from colleagues across the field and sharing inspirational approaches as we begin this new endeavor.

In reflecting on art education, imagination, and social justice, Director of Education, Adjoa Jones de Almeida recently wrote,  “Now more than ever, we must look at those realms in our collective consciousness that privilege the imagination and the human capacity to create. Continuous engagement with artistic practices strengthens our imagination muscle. Arts education is essential, because it builds our ability to dream and imagine beyond our present condition.” As we work to strengthen our Arts as Social Justice Pedagogy, Education staff will continue investigating the intersection between Arts and Social Justice in our teaching as well as in conversations with visitors, staff, and community members.

Posted by Adjoa Jones de Almeida and Katherine Kusiak Carey

billielafox  asked:

You know.. as an SJW -I'm quite proud of it in fact- I don't know what people find so horrible about it. You know I'm a black woman been called a nigger too many times to count etc,etc (normal racist stuff won't bore you with the details) . I do fight for social justice I feel like .. I vote, volunteer, teach all that good stuff. I mean this country has a history and a present of racism and bigotry. I am not going to be quiet about being unfairly treated or marginalized.

K. I’ve been called a nigger too, although it was mostly by liberals who were upset I didn’t share their opinions. I think it’s pretty well understood that when people use the term “SJW”, they’re referring to the lunatics who think everything is ____phobic and all white cis men should die.

IF WE ARE TO TEACH DIFFERENTLY, WE MUST THINK DIFFERENTLY. ~ BK, Blog Curator, Black American OURstory

  1. Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom, by bell hooks
  2. A Companion to the Study of History, by Michael Stanford
  3. Teaching for Social Justice, Edited by William Ayers, Jean Ann Hunt, & Therese Quinn
  4. The White Architects of Black Education: Ideology and Power in America, 1865-1954, by William H. Watkins
  5. Other People’s Children: Cultural Conflict in the Classroom, by Lisa Delpit
  6. Intelligence Reframed: Multiple Intelligences for the 21st Century, by Howard Gardner
  7. On the Teaching & Writing of History, by Bernard Bailyn
  8. Awakening the Natural Genius of the Black Child, by Amos N. Wilson
  9. How to Study History, by Norman F. Cantor & Richard I. Schneider
  10. Testing African-American Students, Edited by Asa G. Hilliard, III
  11. Teaching What Really Happened: How to Avoid the Tyranny of Textbooks & Get Students Excited About Doing History, by James W. Loewen
  12. The Community Teacher: A New Framework for Effective Urban Teaching, by Peter C. Murrell, Jr.
  13. Historical Thinking and Other Unnatural Acts: Charting the Future of Teaching the Past, by Sam Wineburg
  14. Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong, by James W. Loewen
  15. Making Their Mark: Educating African-American Children, A Bold New Plan for Educational Reform, by Dr. Israel Tribble, Jr.
  16. Teaching Community: A Pedagogy of Hope, by bell hooks
Tai Cruz: artist, social activist & a girl who codes.

“Growing up, the idea of a woman - especially one who is half Black, half Hispanic - going into the technology field was unheard of. I remember watching TV and seeing only guys working with the computers.” - Tai Cruz

Meet Tai Cruz, a 17 year-old art and computer-science lover from NYC. Self-described as creative, avant-garde and open-minded, she is determined to break the norms of her gender and her half Hispanic, half Black background!

Q&A with Tai Cruz:

What Interested You In Girls Who Code?

Growing up, the idea of a woman - especially one who is half Black, half Hispanic - going into the technology field was unheard of. I remember watching TV and seeing only guys working with the computers. I knew I had a love for technology but my family didn’t have a lot of money so I wasn’t given many opportunities to explore computer science. I also had a love for art and when you think of art and technology many people find it hard to correlate them together.

Girls Who Code gave me a chance to prove to my community that no matter where you come from, you have the ability to make a difference in the world.

I believe that anyone can learn to code even if you don’t like math or science and you like art (like me). I learned that I can use my love of art with computer science!

What was the hardest part of learning to code and how did you overcome it?

There were MANY times when I would stumble upon a problem that was too difficult and I felt the need to give up. However, I learned it’s okay to feel stuck sometimes and continue on one step at a time.

During the Summer Immersion Program, my team’s app crashed and we had to start building it all over again! We loved the idea for the app and didn’t want to give up. So, we had to quickly learn an entirely new programming language. In the end, our app turned out better than we originally hoped. It was great being able to overcome this challenge as a team!

How has learning to code made you feel more confident?

I know what I want to study in college! I’m going to be a computer science major with a possible minor in art. Hopefully, I’ll be an intern at Pixar!

What advice would you give to another girl to inspire her to learn to code?

Don’t feel scared! You learn from your mistakes in coding and can overcome them. It’s all about trial and error.

What are you most proud of?

I’m always taking part in movements for social change for gender and racial equality and actively express my voice to teach others about social justice issues. I’m also proud of how artistic I’ve become over the past year. Trying to find my artist voice has been difficult; I am still learning what that (“artist voice”) means today.

What are your hobbies aside from coding?

I love to create zines in my spare time!

Follow Tai:

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Universities: Suspend Social Justice in Universities
https://www.change.org/p/universities-suspend-social-justice-in-universities

Social justice has become scientifically illiterate, logically unsound, deeply bigoted and openly supremacist. Social justice professors are indoctrinating young people into a pseudoscientific cult behind closed doors that is doing damage to their health, education and future.

Social justice has become a victim of its own good intentions and in the desperate attempt to make the world better for some it is creating a world better for none.  It has become another ideology fit only to pave the road to Hell, so it is time to turn around and choose another path that is concerned with reason, science and improving the lives of every human.

To clarify, we are calling for the teaching of social justice courses in universities to be temporarily suspended.  What follows is up for debate, but as it stands now, social justice is causing far more harm than good and it must be halted and reassessed.

For more information visit: https://www.youtube.com/user/SargonofAkkad100


anonymous asked:

Quick question. When u say you're a socialist, do you mean defanged capitalist/ social-democrat or do u mean worker control of the means of production socialism?

“If I repeated some passages from the homilies of the Church Fathers, in the second or third century, about how we must treat the poor, some would accuse me of giving a Marxist homily.”–Pope Francis

“I would insist, let us not be afraid to say it: we want change, real change, structural change. This system is by now intolerable: farmworkers find it intolerable, laborers find it intolerable, communities find it intolerable, peoples find it intolerable … The earth itself – our sister, Mother Earth, as Saint Francis would say – also finds it intolerable.”–Pope Francis

“The worship of the golden calf of old has found a new and heartless image in the cult of money and the dictatorship of an economy which is faceless and lacking any truly humane goal.”–Pope Francis

“Working men are now left isolated and helpless, betrayed by the inhumanity of employers and the unbridled greed of competitors. A tiny group of extravagantly rich men have been able to lay upon a great multitude of unprotected workers a yoke little better than slavery itself.”–Pope Leo XIII

“To defraud any one of wages that are his due is a great crime which cries to the avenging anger of Heaven.”–Pope Leo XIII

“Is it just that the fruit of a man’s own sweat and labor should be possessed and enjoyed by any one else? As effects follow their cause, so is it just and right that the results of labor should belong to those who have bestowed their labor.”–Pope Leo XIII

“Just as the commandment ‘Thou shalt not kill’ sets a clear limit in order to safeguard the value of human life, today we also have to say ‘thou shalt not’ to an economy of exclusion and inequality. Such an economy kills.”–Pope Francis

“The promise was that when the glass was full, it would overflow, benefiting the poor. But what happens instead, is that when the glass is full, it magically gets bigger nothing ever comes out for the poor.”–Pope Francis


“Many of you have been stripped by this savage world that does not give employment, that does not help, that does not care if there are children in the world who are dying of hunger, does not care if so many families have nothing eat… that does not care about many people who have to flee poverty and hunger, flee seeking freedom and many times they find death”–Pope Francis

“This is a burden on our conscience, because when society is organized in such a way that not everyone has the opportunity to work, to be anointed with the dignity of work, then there is something wrong with that society: it is not right! It goes against God himself”–Pope Francis

“[The Church] has likewise refused to accept, in the practice of “capitalism,” individualism and the absolute primacy of the law of the marketplace over human labor. Regulating the economy solely by centralized planning perverts the basis of social bonds; regulating it solely by the law of the marketplace fails social justice, for “there are many human needs which cannot be satisfied by the market.”–CCC 2425

tl;dr: Seize the means of production, eat the rich.