First Kim gives me food for thought...
...and then I went to see Left Behind.
Ran into Sophmom, who managed to head on down to these parts on her own despite her recent health woes, and Madame DB, and we watched this film together. We bawled over it together. We gave kudos to one of the filmmakers and met a few more blogger folk there together.
This documentary is good. It ought to be coming to every city near you and then some.
I live in New Orleans. What the film details is a public education disaster in these parts that has been a long time in the making and an even longer time in the discovery and dissection of its inner workings. The school board here hired a superintendent that finally tipped those scales in a big way...and yet, nothing really changed until 8-29. And why?
Among many other reasons, the folks here balked at getting the feds to come in and investigate things fully. They said having an "outside auditor" look at the cooked Orleans parish school system books and sketchy contracts was a statement of no confidence in the workings of a board that had five new members on it. Huh...sounds just a tad like a recent statement made by a certain gubernatorial Pinhead candidate about the Jena 6 protestors. (Speaking of which, said candidate apparently got a massive load of campaign dough to get a landfill opened near the state capital. If that ain't a low-down dirty shame, I don't know what is...)
Anyhow, this system still needs to get turned around. This diagram of the system as it stands now adds another dimension to the mess. My son is right in the middle of it, in a charter that is technically under the umbrella of the OPSB. Many, many other children are also in the middle, as are teachers who are doing their best in a severely crippled system to teach these kids and to show them that somebody frickin' cares.
Pardon me while I paraphrase, but...Ice-T needs to tell other filmgoers that if they wanna be ordinary, do the ordinary. If you wanna be extraordinary, do the extraordinary.
Michael Eric Dyson needs to tell the same folks that we need to look beyond the time in which we are in. Don't plan just for right now, which might be the worst time ever in your life. Plan for the best. Plan for the beyond.
This film needs to be in more theaters. Period.
Oh, and in watching the Saints finally play like we all know they can (though it is the third quarter...there's still time for them to fall flatter than pancakes!), I caught this little ad for a Lincoln vehicle featuring Harry Connick Jr. and his pet project, the Musicians' Village. Uhhh, Harry, will the muckety mucks at Ford be contributing a little something to the effort with the sale of each vehicle? Surely you could have talked those people into donating a percentage of the sales of their latest gas guzzler/crawfish delivery maker to Habitat for Humanity. Or, at the very least, to the development of vehicles that don't run on gasoline. Or to putting the wetlands back. You know, to actually restoring hope and homes...