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SAVAGE INEQUALITIES CHILDREN IN AMERICA'S SCHOOLS JONATHAN KOZOL I look into the faces of these children. At this moment they seem full of hope. Savage Inequalities. Jonathan Kozol. I Cast of anywhere," writes a reporter for the population that is now regarded as expendable." St. Louis Post-Dispatch. boarded up. Outside, on the sidewalk, a pile of garbage fills a ten-foot crater. The city, which by night and day is clouded by the. SAVAGE. INEQUALITIES e.


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Within Savage Inequalities. • Kozol argues that America's schools are more segregated now then they were in • His points are based on two years of. SAVAGE INEQUALITIES. Children in America's Schools. JONATHAN KOZOL. Most academic studies of school finance, sooner or later, ask us to consider the. Savage Inequalities: Children in U.S.. Schools. JONATHAN KOZOL. Manhasset, for example, on Long Island) funding levels rose above $11,, with the.

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It is a relief to see some daylight. I return to see the kindergarten classes on the ground floor and feel stifled once again by lack of air and the low ceiling. The kindergarten children sitting on the worn rug, which is patched with tape, look up at me and turn their heads to follow me as I walk past them.

As I leave the school, a sixth grade teacher stops to talk. In the winter it was 56 degrees. In the summer it was up to It was sweltering. Then they look around them at their school. This was a roller-rink, you know. They understand. We have 1, We are badly overcrowded. We need smaller classes but, to do this, we would need more space.

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I would have no place to put them. He dismisses this abruptly. When they return next year, where do I put them? I have no room. I had to put a class into the library. I have no librarian. There are two gymnasiums upstairs but they cannot be used for sports. We hold more classes there. They have 17 to 20 children in a class. Average class size in this school is Few of these kids get Head Start. There is no space in the district. Of kindergarten children, 50 maybe get some kind of preschool.

We have no science room. The science teachers carry their equipment with them. The window is broken. There are two holes in the ceiling. About a quarter of the ceiling has been patched and covered with a plastic garbage bag.

Will these children ever get what white kids in the suburbs take for granted? I despair of making this appeal in any terms but these. So you speak of violence and hope that it will scare the city into action. One of the children, a Puerto Rican girl, looks haggard. The parents of these children want the same things for their children that the parents in the suburbs want.

Drugs are not the cause of this. They are the symptom. I simply do not see white folks in Riverdale agreeing to cross-bus with kids like these. A few, maybe. Very few.

Many experts, I observe, believe that wealth is more important in determining these inequalities. A little boy who sits beside me is involved in trying to tie bows in his shoelaces. Both are first grade classes. The room is 25 by 50 feet. There are 26 first graders and two adults on the left, 22 others and two adults on the right.

On the wall there is the picture of a small white child, circled by a Valentine, and a Gainsborough painting of a child in a formal dress. He studies my face and runs his fingers through my hair.

I ask him how he gets here.

It would be a shorter ride to Riverdale. There are rapid shuttle-vans that make that trip in only 20 minutes. Why not let him go to school right in Manhattan, for that matter? She tells me she is here three days a week.

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Clinics in the private hospitals are far more likely to be staffed by an experienced physician. A little girl I saw last week in school was trembling and shaking and could not control the motions of her arms. I was concerned and called her home.

Her mother came right up to school and took her to North Central. The mother was offended by the diagnosis. She did not appreciate his words or his assumptions. The truth is, there was nothing wrong at home.

She brought the child back to school. I thought that she was ill. She took my advice, thank God. It turned out that the child had a neurological disorder. She is now in treatment. Am I saying that the city underserves this population? You can draw your own conclusions. Taxi drivers in New York are sometimes disconcertingly direct in what they say.

When they are contemptuous of poor black people, their contempt is unadorned. Outside the window of the taxi, aimless men are standing in a semicircle while another man is working on his car. Old four-story buildings with their windows boarded, cracked or missing are on every side. He says Afghanistan. Turning in his seat, he gestures at the street and shrugs. The dogwoods and magnolias on the lawn in front of P. There is a well-tended park across the street, another larger park three blocks away.

To the left of the school is a playground for small children, with an innovative jungle gym, a slide and several climbing toys. Behind the school there are two playing fields for older kids.

The grass around the school is neatly trimmed. The neighborhood around the school, by no means the richest part of Riverdale, is nonetheless expensive and quite beautiful. The excellence of P. This is approximately half the student population crowded into P. Most of these kids are in the special classes. They do not come from this neighborhood. Riverdale, I learn, has been the residence of choice for many years to members of the diplomatic corps.

The school therefore contains effectively two separate schools: one of about children, most of whom are poor, Hispanic, black, assigned to one of the 12 special classes; the other of some mainstream students, almost all of whom are white or Asian. Even here, however, there are two tracks of the gifted.

The regular gifted classes are provided with only one semester of this specialized instruction yearly. Those very few children, on the other hand, who are identified as showing the most promise are assigned, beginning in the third grade, to a program that receives a full-year regimen.

In one such class, containing ten intensely verbal and impressive fourth grade children, nine are white and one is Asian. These racial breakdowns prove to be predictive of the schoolwide pattern. In a classroom for the gifted on the first floor of the school, I ask a child what the class is doing. The room is fitted with a planetarium. The principal says that all the elementary schools in District 10 were given the same planetariums ten years ago but that certain schools, because of overcrowding, have been forced to give them up.

The windows are decorated with attractive, brightly colored curtains and look out on flowering trees. In a large and sunny first grade classroom that I enter next, I see 23 children, all of whom are white or Asian.

In another first grade, there are 22 white children and two others who are Japanese. There is a computer in each class. Every classroom also has a modern fitted sink. In a second grade class of 22 children, there are two black children and three Asian children. Again, there is a sink and a computer. A sixth grade social studies class has only one black child. The children have an in-class research area that holds some up-to-date resources.

A set of encyclopedias World Book, is in a rack beside a window. The children are doing a Spanish language lesson when I enter. Foreign languages begin in sixth grade at the school, but Spanish is offered also to the kindergarten children. As in every room at P. Walking next into a special class, I see twelve children. One is white. Eleven are black. There are no Asian children. The room is half the size of mainstream classrooms. I enter another special class.

Of seven children, five are black, one is Hispanic, one is white. A little black boy with a large head sits in the far corner and is gazing at the ceiling. The children learn to punch in time cards at the door, he says, in order to prepare them for employment.

The fourth grade gifted class, in which I spend the last part of the day, is humming with excitement. Out of this group, beginning in third grade, I pull out the ones who show the most potential, and they enter classes such as this one. We are in the fourth grade gifted program.

Some problems, we find, have more than one good answer. Her long brown hair falls almost to her waist. Some kinds of logic are inside of you to start with. There are other things that someone needs to teach you.

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What this program does is bring us to a higher form of logic. Bill of Rights and they explain its first four items to me with precision. Along one wall of the classroom, opposite the planetarium, are seven Apple II computers on which children have developed rather subtle color animations that express the themes—of greed and domination, for example—that they also have described in writing. Their parents may take them to the theater, to museums.

Nine white, one Chinese. I am glad they have this class. But what about the others? The children, she tells me, are provided with a link to kids in Europe for transmission of news stories. A science story by one student asks if scientists have ever falsified their research. Isaac Newton, who formulated the law of gravitation, relied on unseemly mathematical sleight of hand in his calculations. The last time it toured America was In a three-block area we have a public library, a park, a junior high.

You have children in those neighborhoods who live in virtual hell. They enter school five years behind. What do they get? Why should there be an elementary school within a skating rink? Why should the Board of Ed allow this? This is not the way that things should be. Some of the most stunning inequality, according to a report by the Community Service Society, derives from allocations granted by state legislators to school districts where they have political allies.

Newspapers in New York City have reported other instances of the misallocation of resources. Despite the evidence, the CSS report leans over backwards not to fuel the flames of racial indignation.

However, it is inescapable that these inequities are being perpetrated on [school] districts which are virtually all black and Hispanic.

Some mornings, fallen chips of paint cover classrooms like snow. Water still cascades down the stairs. Plaster is still falling from the walls. Female students tell me that they shower after school to wash the plaster from their hair. From the street, the school looks like a medieval castle; its turreted tower rises high above the devastated lots below. The first things that one senses in the building are the sweetness, the real innocence, of many of the children, the patience and determination of the teachers, and the shameful disrepair of the surroundings.

The principal is unsparing in her honesty. The plaster is gone, exposing rusted metal bars embedded in the outside wall. Jack Forman, the head of the English department, is a scholarly and handsome gray-haired man whose academic specialty is British literature. Sitting in his office in a pinstripe shirt and red suspenders, his feet up on the table, he is interrupted by a stream of kids. A tiny ninth grade student seems to hesitate outside the office door.

These students live in a tough neighborhood, but they are children and I speak to them as children. Our mission is to stretch their minds, to give them every chance to grow beyond their present expectations. Too many schools are stripping down curriculum to meet the pressure for success on tests that measure only minimal skills. He had no confidence in his ability. Then he began to act. He memorized the part of Pyramus. He had a photographic memory.

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He will graduate, I hope, this June. Holes in the walls and ceiling leave exposed the structural brick. The sun appears to blind the teacher. There are no shades. Sheets of torn construction paper have been taped to windowpanes, but the glare is quite relentless. The children look forlorn and sleepy. I know why the caged bird sings.

A year-old boy, wearing a floppy purple hat, white jersey and striped baggy pants, is asked to read the lines. Her T-shirt hangs down almost to her knees. I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars. He wants to spread his wings. There is no response at first. Then Victor lifts his hand. There is a large blue barrel by the window. The counselor seems to like the kids and points to three young women sitting at a table in the middle of the room.

One of them, an elegant tall girl with long dark hair, is studying her homework. A very shy light-skinned girl waits by the desk. They fill out certain transfer forms and ask the counselor some questions.

The students seem mesmerized. There are no white children in the building. The session ends with a terrific fast jazz concert by a band composed of students dressed in black ties, crimson jackets and white shirts.

A student with a small trimmed beard and mustache stands to do a solo on the saxophone. The pianist is the same young man who read the words of Martin Luther King.

His solo, on a battered Baldwin, brings the students to their feet. King that we have heard recited by the theater class upstairs. Then you come back home and see that these are things you do not have. You think of the difference. Not at first, it takes a while to settle in. No question.Knowing one is ruined is a powerful incentive to destroy the learning opportunities for other children, and the consequence in many schools is nearly uncontrollable disruption.

Ask a homework question - tutors are online. When a U. Officials manage, in effect, to broadcast a dual message. It is based on his observations of various classrooms in the public school systems of East St.

But far more damaging, I am convinced, are the more subtle manacles of racial patterns in assignment and school tracking. Wherever I teach, I will need to love my students as they are and adapt my lessons to their needs. Too many schools are stripping down curriculum to meet the pressure for success on tests that measure only minimal skills. Naresh Kumar. Kozol swings around to San Antonio where he begins by claiming that Americans hesitate to directly discriminate against other people's children because this would make them feel guilty.