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An American Affidavit

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

59. One Lawyer Equals 3,000 Reams Of Paper: The Underground HIstory of American Education by John Taylor Gatto from archive.org

 

59. One Lawyer Equals 3,000 Reams Of Paper: The Underground HIstory of American Education by John Taylor Gatto from archive.org

 

 

One Lawyer Equals 3,000 Reams Of Paper

 

   Once, a long time ago, I spoke before the District 3 School Board in Manhattan to plead  that it not retain a private lawyer when all the legal work a school district is legitimately  entitled to is provided free by the city's corporation counsel. In spite of this, the district  had allocated $10,000 to retain a Brooklyn law firm. This is standard technique with  boards everywhere which seek legal advice to get rid of their "enemies." They either  prefer to conceal this from the corporation counsel or fear such work might be rejected as  illegitimate. One school board member had already consulted with these same attorneys  on five separate occasions pursuing some private vendetta, then submitting bills for  payment against the

school funds of the district. Sometimes this is simply a way to toss a  tip to friends. 

 

      My argument went as follows:  

 

     In order to emphasize the magnitude of the loss this waste of money would entail —  emblematic of dozens of similar wastes every year — I want to suggest some alternate  uses for this money which will become impossible once it's spent on a lawyer none of the  kids needs. It would buy: 

 

      Three thousand reams of paper, 1,500,000 sheets. In September six of the schools in  District 3 opened a school year without any paper at all. Letters from the principals of  these schools to the school board, of which my wife has photocopies, will attest to this. It  would buy enough chemicals and lab specimens to run the entire science program at I.S  44 and Joan of Arc, nearly 2,000 copies of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare  as discounted by Barnes and Noble in hardcover, enough sewing machines and  fabrication supplies to offer six modern dressmaking classes. In light of the fact New  York City's fashion industry is a major employer, it would seem a saner use of the funds.  How many musical instruments, how much sports equipment, wood, ceramic materials,  art supplies does $10,000 buy? The Urban League's "Children Teach Children" reading     project could be put in the district, displacing armies of low-utility, $23-an-hour  consultants. With $10,000 we could pay our own students $l-an-hour — receive better  value — and see our money in the pockets of kids, not lawyers. Invested in stock or even  30-year treasury notes as a scholarship fund, this money would return in perpetuity  enough interest yearly to pay a kid's way through City University. The money in question  would buy 50,000 pens. Eight computer installations. Two hundred winter coats for kids  who are cold. 

 

      I concluded with two suggestions: first, a referendum among parents to find out whether  they would prefer one of the options above or a lawyer; second, to buy 10,000 lottery  tickets so we all could have a thrill out of this potlatch instead of the solitary thrill a  Brooklyn lawyer would have banking our check.  

 

     Four years later, I appeared before the same school board, with the following somewhat  darker statement:  

 

     On September 3, 1986, my teaching license, which I had held for 26 years, was  terminated secretly while I was on medical leave of absence for degenerative arthritis.  The arthritis was contracted by climbing 80 steps a day to the third floor for more than a  year — at the express request of the co-directors — with a badly broken hip held together  by three large screws.  

 

     Although papers for a medical leave of absence were signed and filed, these documents  were destroyed at the district level, removed from central board medical offices. The  current management apparently was instructed to deny papers had ever been filed,  allowing the strange conclusion I had simply walked away from a quarter century of  work and vanished.  

 

     The notice terminating my teaching license was sent to an address where I hadn 't lived  for twenty-two years. It was returned marked "not known at this address. " This satisfied  the board's contractual obligation to notify me of my imminent dismissal, however  nominally.  

 

     When I returned to work from what I had no reason to assume wasn 't an approved leave,  I was informed by personnel that I no longer worked for District 3, and that I could not  work anywhere because I no longer had a teaching license. This could only be reinstated  if my building principal would testify he knew I had properly filed for leave. Since this  would involve the individual in serious legal jeopardy, it isn 't surprising my request for  such a notice was ignored.  

 

     From September 1987 to April of 1988 my family was plunged into misery as I sought to  clear my name. Although I had personal copies of my leave forms at the first hearing on  this matter, my building principal and the district personnel officer both claimed their  signatures on the photocopies were forgeries. My appeal was denied.    

 

     Just before the second hearing in March, a courageous payroll secretary swore before a  public official that my leave extensions had always been on file at Lincoln, signed by  school authorities. She testified that attempts had been made to have her surrender these  copies, requests she refused. Production of her affidavit to this at my third hearing  caused an eventual return of my license and all lost pay. At the moment of disclosure of  that affidavit during a third grievance hearing, the female co-director shouted in an  agitated voice, "The District doesn 't want him back!" 

 

      I am asking for an investigation of this matter because my case is far from the only time  this has happened in District 3. Indeed, all over New York this business is conducted so  cynically that administrators violate basic canons of decency and actual law with  impunity because they know the system will cover for them no matter how culpable their  behavior.  

 

     No comment was ever forthcoming from that Board of Education. Two years after my  restoration, I was named New York City Teacher of the Year. Two years after that, New  York State Teacher of the Year. A year later, after addressing the Engineer's Colloquium  at NASA Space Center, invitations poured in to speak from every state in the union and  from all over the world. But the damage my family had sustained carried lasting effects.  

 

     Yet I proved something important, I think. On looking back at the whole sorry tapestry of  the system as it revealed itself layer by layer in my agony, what was most impressive  wasn't its horrifying power to treat me and my family without conscience or compassion,  but its incredible weakness in the face of opposition. Battling without allies for thirty  years, far from home and family, without financial resources, with no place to look for  help except my native wit, nor for courage except to principles learned as a boy in a  working-class town on the Monongahela River, I was able to back the school creature  into such a corner it was eventually driven to commit crimes to get free of me.  

 

     What that suggests is cause for great hope. A relative handful of people could change the  course of schooling significantly by resisting the suffocating advance of centralization  and standardization of children, by being imaginative and determined in their resistance,  by exploiting manifold weaknesses in the institution's internal coherence: the disloyalty  its own employees feel toward it. It took 150 years to build this apparatus; it won't quit  breathing overnight. The formula is to take a deep breath, then select five smooth stones  and let fly. The homeschoolers have already begun.  

 

 

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