Today, Buzzfeed published a post that reminded me of an issue that’s been in my mental “blog post topic queue” since early last year. This Buzzfeed post, entitled “16 Pictures of Gals Just Being Pa…
These words can be upsetting to hear and triggering to some.
Here in America and every single state they have a set of standards for every subject, a collection of lessons that the teacher’s required to teach by the end of the term. But the greatest lessons you will ever teach us will not come from your syllabus. The greatest lesssons you will ever teach us you will not even remember.
You never told us what we weren’t allowed to say. We just learned how to hold our tongues.
Now somewhere in America there is a child holding a copy of ‘Catcher in the Rye’ and there is a child holding a gun. But only one of these things have been banned by their state government and, it’s not the one that can rip through flesh, it’s the one that says “‘F’ You” on more pages than one.
Because we must control what people say. how they think. And if they want to become the overseer of their own selves then we’ll show them a real one.
And somewhere in America there is a child sitting at his mother’s computer reading the home page of the KKK’s website and that’s open to the public. But that child will have never read ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ because his school has banned it for it’s use of the ‘N’-word.
Maya Angelou is prohibited because we’re not allowed to talk about rape in school. We are taught that just because something happens doesn’t mean we are to talk about it.
They build us brand new shopping malls so we’ll forget where we’re really standing – ON THE BONES of the Hispanics, ON THE BONES of the slaves, ON THE BONES of the Native Americans, ON THE BONES of those who fought just to speak.
Transcontinental railroads to Japanese internment camps. There are things missing from our history books. But we were taught that it is better to be silent than to make them uncomfortable.
Somewhere in America private school girls search for hours through boutiques trying to find the prom dress of their dreams; while kids on the south side spend hours searching through the lost and found ’cause winter’s coming soon and that’s the only jacket they have.
Kids are late to class for working the midnight shift. They give awards for best attendance but not for keeping your family off the streets.
These kids will call your music ghetto. They will tell you you don’t talk right. Then they’ll get in the backseat of a car with all their friends singing how they’re “‘Bout that life” and “We can’t stop”.
Somewhere in America schools are promoting self confidence while they whip out their scales and shout out your body fat percentage in class. Where the heftier girls are hiding away and the slim fit beauties can’t help but giggle with pride.
The preppy kids go thrift shopping because they think it sounds fun. But we go ’cause that’s all we’ve got money for ’cause mama works for the city; mama only gets paid once a month.
Somewhere in America a girl is getting felt up by a grown man on a subway. She’s still in her school uniform and that’s part of the appeal. It’s hard to run in knee socks and Mary Jane’s and all her male teachers know it, too.
Coaches cover up star players raping freshmen after the dance. Women are killed for rejecting a date but God forbid I bring my girlfriend to prom.
A girl is blackout drunk at the after party. Take a picture before her wounds wake her. How many pixels is your sanity worth?
What’s a 4.0 to a cold jury?
What’d you learn in class today? Don’t talk loud, don’t speak loud, keep your hands to yourself, keep your head down. Keep your eyes on your own paper. If you don’t know the answer fill in C.
Always wear ear-buds when you ride the bus alone. If you think that someone’s following you pretend you’re on the phone.
A teacher never fails. Only you do.
Every state in America.
The greatest lessons are the ones you don’t remember learning.
What are the lessons that I didn’t learn in school?
I can say NO. It’s not always about my GPA. What I wear doesn’t matter when he wants to control me with his body. Words really do hurt. How do I write reference letters? A boy pushing me isn’t the way to get me to like him. How to stand up for myself. That I can be honest about my sexuality. That I don’t need a spouse and children to be happy. I should speak up when I see injustices. There’s no shame in mental illness. I’m a feminist. It’s okay to ask for help.I don’t need to be popular. Not enough.
I learned this and more through life. From suffering, pain, trials, happiness, tears, words, abuse, love, heartbreak and continuing.
From Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:
“His scar burned, but he was master of the pain; he felt it, yet was apart from it. He had learned to control it at last, learned to shut his mind from Voldemort, the very thing Dumbledore had wanted him to learn from Snape. Just as Voldemort had not been able to posses Harry while Harry was consumed with grief for Sirius, so his thoughts could not penetrate Harry now, while he mourned Dobby. Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out…though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love…”
Dumbledore said that Snape was an excellent Occlumens and of course we find out at the end that he loved Lily all along. I’m guessing that his continuing love for Lily helped him keep his mask, kept Voldemort out of his head, kept everyone out. Except during the lessons when he took those thoughts out and put them in the pensieve. He opened himself up.
The first brother died because of presumption of power. The second one was consumed by loss of his love and his selfishness in not letting the dead go.. The third willingly went and passed on the Hallow to protect someone he loved. Voldemort wanted the Hallows to rule with power and was the stereotypical selfish Slytherin. But, in the end, it’s love that will win.
Originally published on rainbowspoonie.blogspot.com on 9/24/2015