One Good Teacher is Worth a Boatload of Politicians

BENEATH THE SPIN • ERIC L. WATTREE

One Good Teacher is Worth a Boatload of Politicians

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Contrary to popular belief, surviving the adversity of the Black community requires the ability to think. When I look back upon my life I can only imagine the contributions that some of my friends could have made to this society had they not succumb to the adversity of having to survive the Black experience. The only reason that I survived was through a combination of luck, and the fact that I lacked the personal courage that many of my friends were blessed with, so I was willing to put up with many of the things that they were prepared to either lay their lives on the line to fight, or they found so unbearable that they essentially committed suicide through the use of drugs or other means.
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I wasn’t the smartest of my friends by a long shot - in fact, when I was in elementary school I was about to be placed in "Special Training" because I couldn’t keep up. The only reason I wasn’t was because my teacher at the time, Ms. Lady Lee, convinced the principal, Mr. DeTonto, to give her a semester to work with me, and during that semester, she taught me the key to being a survivor. It’s all about self-concept - you are what you think. Jews have convinced themselves that they're "God's chosen people," so they tend to excel in science and intellectual pursuits; Black people believe that "we have soul," so we tend to become great musicians and entertainers. That’s the way it works – you are what you think, and Ms. Lee taught me to look at myself differently. 
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Ms. Lee was a statuesque, and dignified lady. She was also a concert-quality pianist. In any event, she pulled me to the side, and said, "Eric, let’s play a game. For the rest of the year I want you to pretend to be the smartest person in class," and I agreed. It didn’t make sense to me, but I was willing to do anything to avoid the humiliation of being segregated from the rest of the "normal" students and put into the "Dummy Brigade" - which, by the way, is a practice they should do away with. That’s a horrible assault on a child’s self-esteem.
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So from that point on, instead of simply being my teacher, Ms. Lee became my fellow conspirator. We "conspired" to pull off one of the biggest hoaxes ever perpetrated against Holmes Ave. Elementary School, and she had a plan that was brilliant in its simplicity. All I had to do was stay a chapter ahead of the rest of the class so I'd be the only one who had the answer to the questions that she'd put to us. I was amazed at how devious this lady was. I was also amazed that she would help me pull off such an elaborate hoax on all my unsuspecting classmates. But what made me feel especially close to her was that we shared a secret that nobody else knew about. That made me feel special.
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Before long I began to notice that people started treating me differently - in fact, the prettiest, smartest, and the most sought-after girl in class, a girl who wouldn’t even speak to any of the boys in class - casually walked up to me during lunch one day and said, "Hi, Eric. Can I sit here?"
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Wow! That did it. From that day on I decided I was gonna trick people into thinking I was the world's greatest intellectual. That started a friendship between Freddie (that was her name) and I that lasted through high school.  In fact, when we became teenagers she even wanted to take it to the next level, but by that time I'd met the young girl who was later to become my wife and the mother of my children.
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But it wasn’t only Freddie who was treating me differently, by the end of the semester I noticed that I was being treated differently by everyone, peers and grownups alike. Even as a nine year-old kid I noticed that people seemed to treat me with more respect. Yet, I was the very same person that everyone used to dismiss as dim-witted. I hadn’t changed a bit. The only difference in me was the new respect that I had for myself, and the fact that I would always come home and read a chapter ahead of the rest of the class to maintain the fraud that I was perpetrating.
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After awhile I began to cherish this newfound respect that I was getting from others. In fact, I had become so used to it that I knew that I could never go back to the way things had been before, so I used to be constantly afraid that I was going to be found out. But gradually I began to see the light - I had absolutely nothing to worry about, because most "smart" people are perpetrating a fraud. For the most part we're all equally intelligent, in one area or another, the only difference is some people take more pride in their intelligence than others.  They also recognize that the key to making people think you're smart is to simply remain a chapter ahead of everyone else. Ms. Lee's brilliance resided in the fact that she had the insight to recognize that she only had to introduce a child to the tremendous self-esteem that accompanies knowledge, and the child would do the rest. I thank God that I learned that as a kid, because I've been pulling the wool over people's eyes ever since . . . but don't tell nobody.
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Thank you, Ms. Lee.
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Eric L. Wattree
Http://wattree.blogspot.com
Ewattree@Gmail.com

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