There's something to be said for Kitchen Table Wisdom - you know, like in the old days when people sat around the kitchen table after a meal and talked about life, the universe and the meaning of it all - as well as the gossip doing the rounds in town...

Well, that's what this place is - a place to share common wisdom, thoughts and feelings about things important and unimportant, that bring us joy, laughter and happiness and that trouble, sadden, confuse and anger us ...

What I write here is what's 'real' for me. It won't always be PC or 'nice'. We're missing out on true connection and chances to grow and change because there's too little authenticity, too little honesty, too much holding back what we really feel and mean.

Welcome to my world...

I used to have a copyright claim here, but I've removed it...

Ideas don't belong to anyone -

they come to those who are receptive and are to be used for the well being of all...

I find images and movies and music all over the web

and I use them to accent/expand on my thoughts and understandings...


If you feel you have experienced or received something of value in reading my posts,

please consider either:

Giving a Koha/Love Offering Here - Donate with WePay

or paying it forward to those who need

material and emotional/spiritual sustenance in this world...


Thank You


As You Think, So It Is - Your Beliefs Create Your Reality

If your Reality isn't Working for You, Create a New One!

Life Unlimited!


Namaste

(the Divine in me, recognises and honours the Divine in you)

Sahila




Showing posts with label New Zealand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Zealand. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2013

I'm Racist - There, I've Said It....


I am, though I cringe to admit it, a racist... I am... truly...

I grew up in a time - the 60s - and a place - New Zealand - where black faces were hardly ever seen...

I grew up with, was educated by and with, socialised by and with whites - mostly people whose roots were in the United Kingdom, some who came from various parts of Europe...

I saw brown faces and yellow faces and olive-complexioned faces here and there, but black faces not at all... at least not until I was in my teens and my mother rented out one of the bedrooms in our house to students from Africa who were studying at our local university as part of the Colombo Plan...

There's a studio portrait of me as a young child, sitting on the floor, playing with one of those (now highly collectible) metal money boxes, made in the shape of a young black child, with a moveable arm that takes coins up to his mouth and drops them through the slot that is his lips...


At school we learned to read using the stories of Little Black Sambo:





















we had that choosing rhyme: Eenie, meanie, minie, moh, catch a NIGGER by the toe, if he squeals, let him go, eenie, meanie, minie, moh...

and we had the BBC's Black & White Minstrel Show on television:


Nothing in this was thought to be disrespectful; in fact, it wasn't thought of at all - there was no concept of political correctness... and as young children, absorbing this through osmosis, without the capacity or experience to think critically about it, without a frame of reference/context to hang any of this on, how could we possibly know that there was anything wrong in this?

Of course, later when I got a chance to look at the world with mature eyes, to learn history, to travel and to think things through, I saw how caricaturish, stereotypical and inappropriate all of this was...

I don't know if anyone MEANT all of this to be actively racist... not in New Zealand anyway... I get the feeling that someone in education for example, working out a reading curriculum, saw the readers on the market, thought "how cute, kids will love these" and plowed on without thinking it through... while New Zealanders then were inventive and creative and bright and savvy in many respects, they were, after all, isolated down at the bottom of the world, away - in experience, distance and time - from much of what was fomenting in the US...

My point is that as a young child, I was exposed to, and took in, various disrespectful, RACIST images and messages about people of colour, mostly African and, by extension, African Americans.  And this stuff gets hardwired into the brain... it just pops up when a cue is triggered...

In 1990, I went back to school, to get a diploma in broadcast journalism.  As part of our coursework, we were required to undertake compulsory cultural sensitivity training.   I wrote about that here: White Privilege & Colour Blindness

To this day, despite that "sensitivity training" and my willing acceptance of the truth with which I was confronted in that class, certain images, sounds or real time 3D interactions will cause a racist thought to come to mind, a thought that was seeded in those early childhood exposures... I don't know how to stop those thoughts arising in a nano-second... I notice them, am ashamed and I send them packing...

In truth, while I've had a lot of interaction with people of all skin colours, from many countries, cultures, religions, sexual orientations, gender identifications, I still feel confused and foolish when I am around people "other" than me.   I feel ignorant and diffident around them... I am ALWAYS afraid that my ignorance will cause offence in some way... that I will do or say something that is unintentionally hurtful, demeaning, perceived as arrogant, patronising, RACIST...

And then I get pissy... I know I'm a good, kind, loving person who honours all beings, who is sincerely interested in deep, meaningful, respectful connection with others, who is not intentionally racist.   Why should I be on the back foot all the time, feel defensive in even the most superficial encounters with others who are not like me?

And then, finally, it all comes full circle, when on a Twitter thread yesterday some person I don't know comments in a discussion on poverty and education (with a sub text that poor black children have it harder than poor white children), that all white people are a plague on the earth...

I guess that might be poetic justice, that a person of colour makes global statements about the white race, just as whites have made global statements about blacks... But is that an improvement, an evolution?  

There was a complete unwillingness to acknowledge that oppression happens to all of us, to varying degrees.  That I might have more privilege than a black woman, but that I have less than a white man... and that black woman has more privilege than a Native American woman... That we humans have ALWAYS found ways to marginalise each other, to get power over each other, since the dawn of time, within our own families, clans, tribes and in relation to the "other", the "outsider"... We are in many respects, no different to wild pack animals, who have complicated rules around dominance.  We pretend we have risen above all that, but we haven't... we're just a lot more subtle - though no less brutal - about how we enforce it...

Nothing can/will change until we human beings deal with each other as unique individuals, without all of the baggage history has left us with... we can't turn the clock back... we can't undo what was done... in many cases, we can't fix it, though some countries, like New Zealand, are attempting to right some wrongs and heal some wounds...

What is to be done to help us move forward in some kind of state of grace?


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

What's It Worth To You?

 
A Facebook dialogue in the past couple of days, about money, energy, exchange, things being "free"...


Me/Miseducation Nation: Seriously folks: I like doing the ferreting to keep this page updated-I used to do this when I was a Radio New Zealand news writer/editor & we do need one place for people to get info, share news, resources etc. But it takes time & I need some income. Who'd be willing to contribute $$ to have me update this page twice a day, 7 days a week? I need $200/wk to make this viable. What do you say - is it worth it to you?

Response: You're saying ya want us to pay you to maintain your face book? I think you're fucking high.

Me/Miseducation Nation: nah... not high - broke!...providing a service, and wanting to know if you value it enough to recompense me for my time (I have a 7 year old son to feed and house and am, like many, un/underemployed!)... here's my qualifications... www.metamind-creative.com

Response:  Nope. Not a bit. Shut it down if its too tough. What you do- just like me... is provide your own point a view. Its YOUR luxury-not mine. I read your posts- i make an effort to understand your point of view- the time i give - is all i've got for you. Ya wanna pay me for posting? My shit is infinitely more interesting. I have a 13 year old. I live on virtually nothing- but do i suppose my ranting outta be a paid for thing? haaa haaa not fuggen likely. If ya cant afford to do it- stop. What you've been posting- you've been posting FOR you. Dont kid your self man- we all have our own points of view.
          
Me/Miseducation Nation: Actually ______ - its not my page - its TFTs and he started it hoping lots of people would post stuff from all over the country; he asked me if I would co-admin it with him (us both having been kicked off NBC's Education Nation facebook page...)... 

And I dont know how long you've been here, but since the beginning I've been doing the bulk of the posting and I've been careful to put stuff from everywhere, so that people know what's going on in other communities. I DONT POST PRO-REFORM STUFF - this page was not intended to be a neutral zone... 

Those of us working against deform need a central clearing house of information, need to find out whats going on so we're not reinventing the wheel and duplicating effort, and also need to share our limited resources - data, ideas, moral support, media contacts etc - where we can... and I am doing here what I once had a job doing for Radio New Zealand... If I wanted to, I could spend all day here putting new info up... there's plenty out there in the most obscure places and Knowledge is Power... 

I think I give value in what I do here - I've had plenty of feedback to that effect from various people around the country whom I have been able to help in their own deform pushback efforts... if you dont value it, that's fine... and its cool if people dont want to support these efforts... I was hoping to be able to continue to do more, but I need to make an income for us and time I spend here is time not spent on other income-hunting activities... 

I think stopping this deform agenda is pretty much the number one priority we should be focusing on because its not about ed reform - its about completing the process where this country becomes a plutarchy from top to bottom... which is why I am so passionate about this... and I dont think there is anything wrong with trying to put food on the table while working for a worthwhile cause...

           
Response: Hell nah Bro- Its a wonderful thing! I LIKE what you do. Swear to darwin that's true... but why are ya doing it? To make a profit? Look man, i have no beef with you or your message. I read your posts with some... frequency. Its a little uh... like pancakes and syrup to me- not... not good- but a leans a bit towards monotony. That's my opinion. You need to decide if your message is worth it- not me. Right? I mean- that's tyhe point of being free. Don't think i aint listening- but i wont be paying for the education. There's 5 million face bookers- and you think yours oughtta charge admission? Why? Becaue you take the time to inform me of what you think is wrong with the world? Look- you perform a service. No doubt. But does the value lie in your having the ability to spread YOUR message as you see fit? Or in me consuming it? If your qwest- your enlightment and unblindfolding all of us isnt enough... you might make a buck driving a bus. Ya see what I'm saying? My page has info- philosophy- art- music- la la la- it has shit on it too- I am no less diligent than you... but i get that there is as much value in me be able to speak my peice- as in anyone agreeing, or... uh... 'subscribing' to me. Face book is a free gig- That is at the core of it- ya wanna blog for money? Find the right place to do it. You're smart- well informed- et cetera- but i aint asking ya to pay pal me donations- because I potentially 'educate' ya. I wont pay cash for what ya do. That's my answer to you. I will take the time to see what youre up to- I will use the information you provide to make my own decisions. I really dunno what else ya could ask of me- Its all about- being Free.
           
Me/Miseducation Nation:  its cool, ______... I am just looking/searching for ways to make ends meet to feed my kid and keep a roof over our heads...

In the indigenous way, people would trade stuff with me for what I do - its an energy exchange, an acknowledgement of value... In this world, money is the symbol of the energy exchange...

 
I dont, for example, believe in volunteering in the way this world works - see here for thoughts on that...http://sahilachangebringer.blogspot.com/2010/05/volunteering-service-or-exploitation.html...


Life is a huge circle of energy moving around, and at some point the energy I put out will come back to me (and it wont be directly reciprocal), but I do have a responsibility to do what I can to take the initiative in that... 

I'm getting a respectable number of daily hits on my blog, but I wont monetise that and subject my readers to advertising they have not chosen to search out/be exposed to... 

Nothing is "free" in the world - natural or man-made. Whatever and everything that happens is a transformation/exchange of energy, and I am wanting to live more in that realisation... 

I do this "work" because it needs to be done, if only as an act of "witnessing" ... but its not enough to say (especially in this world of crass and stubborn denial of our interdependence) that it has/is its own reward and it would be out of integrity for me to pretend, given our circumstances, that it does and its all OK...
           
Me/Miseducation Nation:  Actually _____ - I owe you a "thank you" for being the impetus that has made me really think this through... 

Maori have a tradition (as do most other cultures) where you leave a "Koha" - love offering - at any gathering or as a recognition of an energy exchange between yourself and anyone who is doing something for you... 

I used to teach meditation/spiritual development classes in New Zealand and Australia and didnt set a fee because I didnt want lack of money to be the reason keeping people from participating.   I asked people to leave a Koha if they felt so inclined... people left money, incense, CDs, fruit and vegetables, cakes and cookies, silk scarves etc... 


Here in Seattle I set a fee for an 8-week series of 2-hour workshops I run in Fall - a mere $5 per person per time. But again, I couldnt make ends meet, and so one day I asked my adult students to leave what they thought the time and energy and knowledge was worth... they all started leaving $30 and $40 per session... a good lesson there for me in how I undervalue my contribution to the greater good, and how I "martyr" myself and sacrifice our welfare in the mistaken belief that I am doing good for others. 

There's a coffee shop here called Mosaic, which offers food and drink at no set price - you pay what you think its worth... some days I pay what I know is the going rate, some days I dont have any money to pay so I dont, and other days I feel affluent and secure enough to pay 2-3 times what is the going rate... 

But the point is - none of it is "free" - its all energy being transformed... just as Facebook isnt free really - how do you think the creator became a billionaire? Off our energy and time and connections, which he was able to translate to valuable data and to trade with other businesses...






Saturday, December 25, 2010

Maori Prayer For Peace...


Kia hora te Marino is an ancient Maori prayer spoken by seamen before a voyage.


LYRICS:

Kia hora te marino
kia whakapapa pounamu te moana
kia tere te karohirohi
i mua i tou huarahi
Haere e tama haere

“May Peace Be Widespread”

Let peace be widespread
Let the sea glisten like the greenstone
May your path be straight
Like the flight of the dove
Go in peace and with my blessings






Sunday, December 19, 2010

What Is Intelligence?

Manu Aluli Meyer reveals what quantum physics and indigenous culture have in common, as well as her vision of a Free Hawai'i...





Friday, December 17, 2010

From The Same Director...


Eagle Vs Shark:



"Finding love was never so...awkward."

EAGLE VS. SHARK, directed by Taika Waititi (Two Cars, One Night and BOY), is a wry comedy that chronicles the quirky romance of two awkward misfits, Lily, a shy fast-food restaurant cashier, and her crush, Jarrod, an electronic store clerk. 

On the day Lily gets fired from her job at Meaty Boy, she musters up the courage to attend Jarrod's annual "come as your favorite animal" costume party. 

The dressy affair sparks the beginnings of a romance as well as a small journey for the pair to Jarrod's quiet hometown, in which Jarrod plans to seek revenge on an old nemesis and where Lily unwittingly finds herself stranded amongst Jarrod's family of eccentrics.


Two Cars, One Night:


Nominated for a 2005 (77th) Academy Award in the "Best Live Action Short" category. 






Boy...

Contemporary Aotearoa/New Zealand film...



The year is 1984, and on the rural East Coast of New Zealand, Thriller is changing kids lives. 

Inspired by the Oscar nominated Two Cars, One Night, BOY is the hilarious and heartfelt coming-of-age tale about heroes, magic and Michael Jackson.

Boy is a dreamer who loves Michael Jackson. He lives with his brother Rocky, a tribe of deserted cousins and his Nan.

Boy's other hero, his father, Alamein, is the subject of Boys' fantasies, and he imagines him as a deep sea diver, war hero and a close relation of Michael Jackson (he can even dance like him). 

In reality hes in the can for robbery.
 
When Alamein returns home after 7 years away, Boy is forced to confront the man he thought he remembered, find his own potential and learn to get along without the hero he had been hoping for.

Starring Te Aho Eketone-Whitu, James Rolleston, Taika Waititi

Directed/Written by Taika Waititi ('Eagle Vs Shark', TV's 'Flight of the Conchords')


Kahu Paikea Apirana...


What happens when old traditions meet new realities?



Sunday, December 12, 2010

We Don't Know How Lucky We Are...


Seriously, we don't know how lucky we are...

Despite some challenges, we  - my son and I - still have a warm, dry roof over our heads, healthy and plentiful food on the table, clothes on our backs, transport, access to education, medical care and technology to gather information and to communicate with others...

I am grateful for these blessings as well as:
  • my healthy, happy children
  • our friends 
  • our cat companions
  • relative peace
  • relative freedom of thought, movement and speech
  • relative choice
  • time to use as I please

We are some of the relatively few fortunate human beings on the planet...

If you're reading this, you too are one of the privileged...

What are you grateful for, in your life?

What do you take for granted, as your right?

If it's your right, surely it's also the right of every man, woman and child alive?

New Zealand comedian John Clarke as his alter ego Fred Dagg, addressing the United Nations...
(the clip contains cameos from some of New Zealand's better known personalities, including a Prime Minister...  brownie points - and a chocolate fish! - if you go to the comments section and name as many people as you can)


Lyrics:
The New Version
Source: Album: Fred Dagg (Anthology) Released 2000
At the dawn of the day, in the great Southern Ocean
Where the world’s greatest fish was being landed

And the boat they were pulling it into was sinking

And the sea was quite lumpy, and the weather was foul

And the bloke with the map was as pissed as an owl

And the boys called out “Maui, ya clown, let it go”

In the noise he reached down for his grandmother’s jawbone

 and he winked at his mates and he said

“Boys, we don’t know how lucky we are”

“I have a feeling I have stumbled on something substantial.”
 
We don’t know how lucky we are
We don’t know how lucky we are

We don’t know how lucky we are

We don’t know how lucky we are

I was speaking to a mate of mine, just the other day
A bloke called Bruce Bayliss who, lives up our way

He’s been round the world on an 8th army do for a year, more or less

I said “Describe the global position, Bruce”

He said “Fred, it’s a mess.

We don’t know how lucky we are in this country.

We don’t know how lucky we are.
We don’t know how lucky we are
We don’t know how lucky we are

There’s a guy I know who lives in town
I see him about once a year I suppose

He’s had a coronary since Easter

He’s got a haemorrhage in his ear

He went bankrupt a couple of weeks back

And now his wife’s left him too

I said “You’re looking hot mate,

You’re looking clear, what are ya gonna do?”

He said “We don’t know how lucky we are

To live in this joint mate"
We don’t know how lucky we are
We don’t know how lucky we are

So when things are looking really bad
And you’re thinking of giving it a way

Remember, New Zealand’s a cracker

And I reckon come what may

If things get appallingly bad

And we’re all under constant attack

Remember, we want to see good clean ball

And for god’s sakes, feed your backs

We don’t how fortunate we are to have that place
We don’t know how propitious are the circumstances.

We don’t know how lucky we are, mate
We don’t know how lucky we are
We don’t know how lucky we are, get it right
We just don’t realise how fortunate we are

We have no idea, the luck, we possess, collectively

We just don’t know how lucky we all are. Full stop.
 
The Original Version
Source: "Fred Dagg Live", performing at the Christchurch town hall, about 1975.
I was speaking to a mate of mine
just the other day

A guy called Bruce Bayliss actually

who lives up our way

He's been living in Europe

for the year, more or less

I said "How was Europe, Bruce?"

He says "Fred, it's a mess"
We don't know how lucky we are, mate.
We don't know how lucky we are!

I was down the Plough and Chequebook
the night before last

There's a guy down there on the floor

with his brain at half-mast

I said "You're looking really bad mate

your eyes look like strings"

He says "Get me an eight will you please

I can't see a thing"
We don't know how lucky we are, mate.
We don't know how lucky we are!

Me stock agent's got a beach place
where he spends most of his days

His wife bit the dust down there last year

got eaten by a couple of crays

And his two littlest daughters

got killed by a whale

I said "Are you going down there this year mate?"

He says "Fred, right on the nail"
"We don't know how fortunate we are to have that place
We don't know how propitious are the circumstances Frederick"

So if things are looking really bad
you're thinking of givin' it away

Remember New Zealand's a cracker

and I reckon come what may

If things get appallingly bad

and we all get atrociously poor

If we stand in the queue with our hats on
 
we can borrow a few million more
 
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are
We don't know how lucky we are, mate.
We don't know how lucky we are!

 

Saturday, December 4, 2010

A Kiwi Goodnight...



Lyrics:

Maori: Hine E Hine
E tangi ana Koe
Hine, E Hine!
Kua ngenge ana koe
Hine, E Hine!
Kati to pouri ra
Noho i te Aroha
Te ngakau o te Matua
Hine, E Hine!

E Hari to moe moea

Hine, E Hine!
Marama ahua
Hine, E Hine!
I roto i to moenga
Mehemea he Marama
Ka tae mai te Reinga
Hine, E Hine!

English: Maiden O Maiden:

Plaintive all through the night -

Hine, E Hine!
Weeping till morning light -
Hine, E Hine!
From my care why try to leap
There is love for you
Mother's arms their strength will keep
Hine, E Hine!
See where there comes the morn
Hine, E Hine!
Long rays of early dawn
Hine, E Hine!
Shining to Reinga far
Where thy noble grandsires are
Nestle Aroha!
Hine, E Hine!

Friday, December 3, 2010

They That Go Down To The Sea In Ships


Herbert Whitton Sumsion - They That Go Down To The Sea In Ships:

Psalms, 107:23-30, KJV:
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters; 
These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep. 
For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. 
They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. 
They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end. 
Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. 
He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. 
Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.


Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald: 

Lyrics:
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that big ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the Gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya"
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early"
 


Gavin Bryars - The Sinking of the Titanic:



Anna Leah - The Wahine Storm Song:




Sunday, November 28, 2010

The Broken-hearted Warriors...

This is what colonialism has done all over the world, for thousands of years...



Colonialism has a new name now - globalisation...

And the results are the same - exploitation, cultural genocide, destruction of individuals and communities and social dysfunction...

The only ones who benefit are the colonisers...

What price trade and "prosperity"?


Untouchable, Unstoppable Kiwi Girls


Kiwi comedy, satire, singing and yodelling as only twin lesbians know how to do:







Saturday, November 27, 2010

It Happened All Over the World...


Colonialism... it's not dead yet... it's still happening and its disastrous effects will never go away...


I don't know how many of you have actually ever had the opportunity to look at your world with new eyes..

I came here for the first time in August of 2002 and stayed for three months... in the north end of Seattle, spent a lot of time in the U-District and down town in the CBD...

And even there, walking the streets seeing new sights every day, I was struck how down trodden even well dressed African American people looked...

They appeared to be participating in society - nice clothes and shoes, on their way to or from an office or whatever, but they all - without exception - walked with their heads down, not willing/wanting to make eye contact... 

There was absolutely no pride in their stride...

I was shocked... This is what I expected (as an outsider) to find in the south of the US 50 years ago, 100 years ago - not in Seattle in 2002... 

And from what I can tell, nothing has changed 9 years later...

And then, of course, there is the tragedy of genocide carried out on the First Peoples of this land, the repercussions of which are still so obvious today...

So where does this shame and humiliation carried in the body language come from?

Could it at all, even a tiny little bit, have anything to do with having to turn one's back on one's origins, roots, culture and "act white" to get a foothold in this society?

Could it have anything to do with being expected to abandon one's own heritage and conform to and perform in an "alien" environment?

I wish that some of you here could participate in the "blue eye-brown eye" experiment, carried out by Jane Elliott in 1968... (see the link)


And we wonder why there is an achievement gap in American schools, a gap between white student performance and the performance of native, black and latino children...

Walk in someone else's shoes for a mile or two - use your imagination...

I know what it's like to go to school and not be able to speak English...

and to be thought of as less than because of that...

and having to work hard at school because I wanted to be accepted and to meet the family push to use education to get out of poverty/climb the social ladder/achieve acceptance, and at the same time, underachieving (I was quite 'bright') to avoid more of the limelight...

and having a name that no one could pronounce...

and having cultural slurs hurled at me - ones I didn't understand...


and being ambushed on the way to or from school and being hit, kicked, punched and beaten with pieces of wood...

and not having my origins or culture valued, recognised even...

and not feeling at home in my native culture, not knowing my history because not enough of it got transmitted/maintained in the process of meeting the demands of assimilation...

I understand this issue because really, I'm not Dutch, I'm not a Kiwi, I'm not an Australian, I'm not an American...

I think too much like a Dutch person to be called/recognised/accepted as a Kiwi, and too much like a Kiwi to be accepted as Dutch...

My Dutch relatives recognise my Dutch blood but I don't fit into the culture and our conversation can't reach really deep levels because although I "feel" what they are talking about (it's in my blood/DNA and comes out in how I dress/decorate my house/approach problems etc), I don't have enough personal experience within the culture to contribute meaningfully ...

My Kiwi friends say I sound too much like an Australian, my Aussie friends say I sound too much like a Kiwi and my American friends think I'm British...

I like that I have had this diversity in my life - it's given me many opportunities and experiences and understandings I might not have had, but there is a rootedness missing...what the children in trans-racial adoption families talk about...

Many other immigrant children I have talked too have exactly the same experience... and it doesn't change as you become an adult...

For some - when they go back to their native country, they feel like they have come home; for others, they feel even more alienated...

Many people here seem to have no sense of the 'other' and blithely put forward pontifications that have no basis in the realities of those 'other' to them...
 
So many people cannot allow others to be as they are...

It seems to be a case of assimilate or die... "You're in America now, you're in the west.   What's wrong with you?   If you'd just be and live like us, you'd be fine..."

If only those others amongst us would do what good "white" people did, we would all be well and happy and successful at school... 

In fact, we would all be "white" despite our skin colours and cultural heritages...

Yes - kids are adaptable and flexible and capable of learning whatever they need to survive in this world...

But I say the system and society ought to adapt to the needs of the people, not the other way round...

DON'T ASK CHILDREN TO LEAVE BEHIND, ABANDON THEIR NATIVE CULTURE, don't teach them within a racist, eurocentric, standardised curriculum and process...